（ he won't say, by now, that he's wrung every willing orgasm from sasuke's body — but he won't deny ownership of a good eighty-five percent of them. he knows the way his body reacts, when he's trying to resist and when he's resigned to surrender. he feels the ejaculate, hot and slick against his thigh, and the sheet beyond — and he's cruel as he fists a hand in sasuke's hair, fingers tightening against his scalp. ）
Three hours, huh?
（ his tone's mocking, even as he drags sasuke into a new position, pushes him down to be confronted with the reality of the mess. this means that sasuke's mostly back on the bed, pressed flat, with the jut of cy's elbow pressed down against his nape to keep him from gaining any leverage to right himself. cy fiddles with his watch, and sasuke's will chime lightly with the notification — he did not, of course, send the pictures for real. but he'll happily pretend he did. ）
Lick up your mess.
（ and while sasuke decides whether or not he's going to oblige, cy starts rummaging around for the lube to slick up the end of the hairbrush's handle. ）
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Three hours, huh?
（ his tone's mocking, even as he drags sasuke into a new position, pushes him down to be confronted with the reality of the mess. this means that sasuke's mostly back on the bed, pressed flat, with the jut of cy's elbow pressed down against his nape to keep him from gaining any leverage to right himself. cy fiddles with his watch, and sasuke's will chime lightly with the notification — he did not, of course, send the pictures for real. but he'll happily pretend he did. ）
Lick up your mess.
（ and while sasuke decides whether or not he's going to oblige, cy starts rummaging around for the lube to slick up the end of the hairbrush's handle. ）