[So he does. Feel — a hot splash across his back, searing, not quite at the threshold of his pain but a near-enough simulation of aching heat. The spill of wax turns skin livid pink in a red splatter that looks uncannily like blood. There is some pattern being drawn; or his mind is playing tricks on him and Cy is only painting an aimless path, scorching him like a living piece of art, made messy in yet another way.
All of his attention narrows there. It's like an open flame pressed against his body, causing Sasuke to seek the sheets beneath his head and bite down to stifle a groan — he had specifically asked for a higher melting point, expecting his own tolerance, and he is not disappointed even if he knows he could take it higher. Biting, at least, keeps Cy's name out of his mouth. In this state it wants to emerge from his throat in a desperate plea for more.
It doesn't stop the whimper, even muffled by fabric soon soaked with his own drool. He's started to tremble, and his cock is fully hard again where it lies trapped beneath his hips, a miserable throb to the cooling nerves of his back.]
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All of his attention narrows there. It's like an open flame pressed against his body, causing Sasuke to seek the sheets beneath his head and bite down to stifle a groan — he had specifically asked for a higher melting point, expecting his own tolerance, and he is not disappointed even if he knows he could take it higher. Biting, at least, keeps Cy's name out of his mouth. In this state it wants to emerge from his throat in a desperate plea for more.
It doesn't stop the whimper, even muffled by fabric soon soaked with his own drool. He's started to tremble, and his cock is fully hard again where it lies trapped beneath his hips, a miserable throb to the cooling nerves of his back.]