（ the sob lances through him, a spear of lust that settles low in his belly. that's the deciding factor, then, in how the rest proceeds — he can't exactly have sasuke undress him bound as he is, even his mouth restrained — instead he unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out — where there's evidence of his arousal in the faint glaze of precome that's been otherwise wicked away by the fabric of his slacks. he doesn't give sasuke time to adjust or get comfortable with the weight of the plug or the new position, he just bends him in half at the waist until his face is inches away from cy's own cock, hand firmly grasped at the back of his head, thumb hooked beneath the strap of the gag, fingers tangled in his hair as he pulls him down.

they've been plenty sweet about this act. plenty gentle. but so too have they explored boundaries, and cy has become intimately acquainted with what sasuke can take. the gag adds a new but not insurmountable dynamic — but he's perhaps more careful than his rough handling would suggest as he seats his cock within the pliant, open heat of sasuke's mouth. ）

It'd be so cruel of me to come down your throat like this, you can hardly swallow. So I think I'll use your face instead.

（ it's his left hand that's holding sasuke down — the right skims down his spine, and follows the line of his bound arm to his the bell with its new, braided cord around his wrist so it can't get lost, gently coaxing his fingers open to touch the warm metal. just a reminder for them both, like this. sasuke can hardly say pomegranate when he's gargling on a cock. ）