（ he keeps up a litany of filthy words. not his usual praise — crass but achingly fond — but things primed towards degradation. your neighbours should see you like this, he croons as he holds sasuke down against him until his shoulders shake for want of air. until it's clear that he's pared down to only a thing, an unspooling of sensations that bleeds into every muscle fibre and empties him of all possible thought.
this is what you deserve, is said with that bespoke cruelty as cy gently folds sasuke's fingers back over the bell and checks to make sure that the ropes aren't too tight at his wrist and elbow. the sobbing, cut off by the slick, wet noises of his mouth as he forces sasuke to take him deep earn sasuke a low, throaty moan of pleasure and a flex of his hips pushes the head of his cock into the waiting warmth of his mouth. he knows he's leaving bruises, that sasuke will be hoarse later and will struggle to swallow — but he knows too that he'll relish the feeling of having been so claimed, and miss the pain as it fades.
he shifts into something almost conversant. talks about keeping sasuke collared and caged like a pretty thing, wearing scraps of silk that leave nothing to the imagination at all, brought out only for use of his body — or perhaps fucked through the bars. being kept ready and waiting with a plug in his ass, how cy plans to train him for no other purpose but that. no one else can have you, he tells him on one particularly rough slide of his cock against the back of sasuke's throat. not unless i say.
and it's not until he's whisper-close to orgasm that he hauls sasuke up and off his cock and shoves him roughly to his back — half-sprawled in a rough heap from the angle of the bound arm. from there he kneels over him, lifted just enough off his haunches so he can palm his cock and swat sasuke across the face with it, pay attention, before another stroke carries him off.
they've done this before, so sasuke will know to close his eyes — but he still tries to aim as much as anyone can aim their dick for a cumshot, painting a stripe across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, forehead up into his hair.
his one concession to knowing how much sasuke likes to swallow is to drag his fingers through the mess as it rapidly cools, and push his fingers through the ring of the gag to drag slick fingers against his tongue. ）
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this is what you deserve, is said with that bespoke cruelty as cy gently folds sasuke's fingers back over the bell and checks to make sure that the ropes aren't too tight at his wrist and elbow. the sobbing, cut off by the slick, wet noises of his mouth as he forces sasuke to take him deep earn sasuke a low, throaty moan of pleasure and a flex of his hips pushes the head of his cock into the waiting warmth of his mouth. he knows he's leaving bruises, that sasuke will be hoarse later and will struggle to swallow — but he knows too that he'll relish the feeling of having been so claimed, and miss the pain as it fades.
he shifts into something almost conversant. talks about keeping sasuke collared and caged like a pretty thing, wearing scraps of silk that leave nothing to the imagination at all, brought out only for use of his body — or perhaps fucked through the bars. being kept ready and waiting with a plug in his ass, how cy plans to train him for no other purpose but that. no one else can have you, he tells him on one particularly rough slide of his cock against the back of sasuke's throat. not unless i say.
and it's not until he's whisper-close to orgasm that he hauls sasuke up and off his cock and shoves him roughly to his back — half-sprawled in a rough heap from the angle of the bound arm. from there he kneels over him, lifted just enough off his haunches so he can palm his cock and swat sasuke across the face with it, pay attention, before another stroke carries him off.
they've done this before, so sasuke will know to close his eyes — but he still tries to aim as much as anyone can aim their dick for a cumshot, painting a stripe across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, forehead up into his hair.
his one concession to knowing how much sasuke likes to swallow is to drag his fingers through the mess as it rapidly cools, and push his fingers through the ring of the gag to drag slick fingers against his tongue. ）