[That threat hangs in the air between them. His jaw yields to the driving intrusion of that thumb, parting to accept the metal of the ring into a hot mouth — fighting the urge to push his tongue out against it, because he knows it's useless. The ring clicks against his teeth as it is fitted, drool already beginning to collect from the 'O' his lips are made to maintain.
The metal cuts into the soft corners of his lips; he can feel it heavy around the back of his head, Cy's fingers notching the strap tightly snug. It feels obscene — like he is an animal that has been muzzled, belted down, no room allowed for anything but obedience. To have his mouth forcefully gaping makes him feel more like the whore he's accused to be, waiting to be used.
Sasuke makes a sound — a ragged little whine — and it's louder because he can't silence it by swallowing or sealing lips. He tries to wrench his head away from Cy's hands, tries to roll his body sideways on the bed even if there's nowhere to go.]
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The metal cuts into the soft corners of his lips; he can feel it heavy around the back of his head, Cy's fingers notching the strap tightly snug. It feels obscene — like he is an animal that has been muzzled, belted down, no room allowed for anything but obedience. To have his mouth forcefully gaping makes him feel more like the whore he's accused to be, waiting to be used.
Sasuke makes a sound — a ragged little whine — and it's louder because he can't silence it by swallowing or sealing lips. He tries to wrench his head away from Cy's hands, tries to roll his body sideways on the bed even if there's nowhere to go.]