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#*chants* cyno cyno cynO CYNO CYNO CYN—
moonknot · 2 years
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cw – nsfw. shitpost. ooc?? the usual. i don't even know what to write here. just let me tease him and suck his dick. the trial of scorching sands event image did things to my brain. not proof-read.
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the more exposed a body part is, the less sensitive it becomes – that's how it works, right? so that your senses don't become overwhelmed when certain stimuli are applied, like the wind or the heat or even a touch? it makes sense to you.
here, with him pinned against the wall by your body weight, you didn't expect cyno to be sensitive. it's a treat nonetheless.
the way his muscles tense up and contract when you slide you fingertips down from his ribcage to his navel; the way he shivers when you press the palm of your hands against his skin, curling around his waist and rubbing his sides; the strangled moan that leaves his lips when you kiss and lick and bite his chest, slowly making your way down without leaving marks no matter how much you want to.
cyno bucks his hips when you mouth at his clothed cock, one hand covering his mouth and the other burying itself in your hair, pressing your nose closer to his navel. you laugh, muffled, sending warm puffs of air against his skin and he twitches underneath your mouth, making you flatten your tongue on the cloth of his underwear – it's quickly becoming damp with your spit and his pre-cum.
you drag your fingernails on the skin of his calves and thighs and he trembles; the hazy look in his visible eye is addicting, and you don't look away as you drag his underwear down until his cock springs free from its confinement, hitting you cheek. you don't look away as you lazily pump him a couple of times before taking the tips into your mouth as you squeeze the base, watching as the hand on his mouth comes down and tangles into your hair as well, giving you full view of the way his expression changes.
you don't look away as you slowly take more of him into your mouth, tongue flat on the underside, watching until he finally closes his eye and lets out a long, low moan – it's only then that you allow yourself to close your own eyes and force him past the barrier of your throat. cyno's moan turn into a whine, and you hum around him in return, digging your nails on the inside of thigh as tears pool in your eyes.
cyno curls into you, fingers ghosting your cheek as he whispers, strangled, "fuck, sweetheart— you take me so well–"
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