[The denial whips through him, as physical as anything else Cy has done to him with both hands — and then he's turned over with that effortless strength, aware of the trickle of wetness between his legs where Cy has slipped out of him, muscle aching and sore around that new emptiness. In moments that mouth swallows him down, perfectly fitted, expertise in the seal of lips and tongue that has without fail unraveled him every time. He tries to fight against the imminent crash of his own orgasm — he tries to abide that refusal and hold himself back from the cliff, knees forced to spread where ankles remain joined, skin rubbed pink beneath the rope. His arm is twisted under his back and his whole body is a throbbing seat of discomfort, nerves worn down to the raw bed of sensation.
Then Cy's fingers shove into him with no mercy, no hesitation, thick knuckles forcing his hole to yield open, and he's so sensitive there from repeated intrusion that he cries out — loud enough he can hear it fill the room. Knees jerk with nowhere to go; mercifully he's so wet inside that Cy's fingers find no resistance, but the feeling of it is overwhelming.]
Cy, Cy, please, I want to come... Cy, please let me— [mindless begging without even the ability to rock back against that mouth, those fingers where they've plugged him up.] I...
[Teary and shaky, he can't prevent the burning edge of his own release any longer, and unless Cy stops him then it'll pour out in a hot flood. So soon after his other orgasm, Sasuke is painfully sensitive in the aftermath — and actively struggles to escape Cy's grasp, even in such a weak state.]
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Then Cy's fingers shove into him with no mercy, no hesitation, thick knuckles forcing his hole to yield open, and he's so sensitive there from repeated intrusion that he cries out — loud enough he can hear it fill the room. Knees jerk with nowhere to go; mercifully he's so wet inside that Cy's fingers find no resistance, but the feeling of it is overwhelming.]
Cy, Cy, please, I want to come... Cy, please let me— [mindless begging without even the ability to rock back against that mouth, those fingers where they've plugged him up.] I...
[Teary and shaky, he can't prevent the burning edge of his own release any longer, and unless Cy stops him then it'll pour out in a hot flood. So soon after his other orgasm, Sasuke is painfully sensitive in the aftermath — and actively struggles to escape Cy's grasp, even in such a weak state.]