( there is no protest, no further instruction to abstain — cy wants him to come as badly as sasuke in that moment, and when the boy finally slips under the tidal swell of it, there is only an answering swallow, the hot seal of his mouth and the press of his nose against sparse pubes. sasuke struggles as the overstimulation hits him, but cy holds him there and forces him to endure with an absence of mercy that can only come from that tendency towards sadism.
it's when he is satisfied, and not sasuke, that he finally slips back, lips polished to a spit-shine as he licks them clean of any lingering come and then levers himself further up the lean lines of sasuke's body to kiss him, still slotted between his thighs. there's a murmur — not of his safe word, but of the one they'd agreed upon to indicate the curtain call of the scene — elysium and at the deathknell of its soft sound in the air he kisses sasuke again, gentler. )
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it's when he is satisfied, and not sasuke, that he finally slips back, lips polished to a spit-shine as he licks them clean of any lingering come and then levers himself further up the lean lines of sasuke's body to kiss him, still slotted between his thighs. there's a murmur — not of his safe word, but of the one they'd agreed upon to indicate the curtain call of the scene — elysium and at the deathknell of its soft sound in the air he kisses sasuke again, gentler. )
Gimme a sec. I'll untie you.
( just. let him have a moment first. )