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[It's only an instructional precursor to the actual act, and yet Sasuke is arrested by the easy drag of that finger across his tongue, practiced as it feels out the back of his mouth. A negligible weight compared to what he imagines a cock will be like, but the fantasy is there, pantomimed expertly by the deft motions of an artful finger. He doesn't look away—even when it strains, even as Cy's words fill his whole head like wet cotton and he feels himself half-hard already despite not even getting his mouth where it's supposed to be. It's almost conditioned at this point, his reaction to the way Cy talks to him.
Irrationally he doesn't think it would be that bad to choke on Cy, to feel the air strangled out of him in service of Cy's pleasure. He doesn't voice this, though, but his thighs press a little tighter together.]
Yes.
[Of course he does. For all they've done so far, there's never been much of an emphasis on Cy's body—and part of him regrets that it has taken so long to get here, despite Cy's careful coaching on transactional sex. He knows he's needed the time to learn, but his fingers are eager on the waist of pants, would be clumsy if not masked by roughness instead, the sort of hand used to sharp movements and articulation of complicated weaponry. His mouth is shiny from being rubbed with spit, and before he's even pulled the band down over Cy's crotch, he presses hungry lips to the flat of a navel just to nose at it, to inhale the scent of skin, tasting.]
Irrationally he doesn't think it would be that bad to choke on Cy, to feel the air strangled out of him in service of Cy's pleasure. He doesn't voice this, though, but his thighs press a little tighter together.]
Yes.
[Of course he does. For all they've done so far, there's never been much of an emphasis on Cy's body—and part of him regrets that it has taken so long to get here, despite Cy's careful coaching on transactional sex. He knows he's needed the time to learn, but his fingers are eager on the waist of pants, would be clumsy if not masked by roughness instead, the sort of hand used to sharp movements and articulation of complicated weaponry. His mouth is shiny from being rubbed with spit, and before he's even pulled the band down over Cy's crotch, he presses hungry lips to the flat of a navel just to nose at it, to inhale the scent of skin, tasting.]
（ cy just lets him touch. explore what he wants, go about it any which way that strikes him. he's not instructional here, just waiting and patient. sasuke presses in against his abdomen, and the only move he makes is to stroke at his hair again. ）
I can go two ways on dirty talk during a blowjob, by the way. I can either stick with the praise you're kinda already familiar with, or I can get filthy about it. That'd mean I'd be calling you a slut, a whore, a bitch — 'look at how you take my cock, you fucking slut'. I'm only going to state this once — but anything I say during that kind of talk isn't a reflection on how I feel about you. I don't actually think you're any of these things, it's just about setting the mood.
（ because he's seen sasuke, how he reacts to praise, how he's hungry for it. and he wants to make it clear that that's the reality of how he feels about him, and that the other things — those are just words. ）
Either way, it's harder to safeword out if something hits wrong while you're sucking dick, so if it does — tap the spot behind my knee and I'll stop what we're doing. Preferences about which way I go?
I can go two ways on dirty talk during a blowjob, by the way. I can either stick with the praise you're kinda already familiar with, or I can get filthy about it. That'd mean I'd be calling you a slut, a whore, a bitch — 'look at how you take my cock, you fucking slut'. I'm only going to state this once — but anything I say during that kind of talk isn't a reflection on how I feel about you. I don't actually think you're any of these things, it's just about setting the mood.
（ because he's seen sasuke, how he reacts to praise, how he's hungry for it. and he wants to make it clear that that's the reality of how he feels about him, and that the other things — those are just words. ）
Either way, it's harder to safeword out if something hits wrong while you're sucking dick, so if it does — tap the spot behind my knee and I'll stop what we're doing. Preferences about which way I go?
[The mood, upon hearing those words come out of Cy's mouth, deviates in a rush of potent arousal like a splash of hot water. He remembers being laid out on Cy's bed, pinned underneath the man's weight in the torment of addled lust, at mercy to the influence of the resort—he vividly recalls hearing that word, slut, a denigration in any other context yet somehow colored differently when it comes in Cy's voice. Maybe it's a conditioned response in him learned during that encounter, but the air sweeps out of his lungs all at once in a deep, fluttering exhale.]
Vulgar language doesn't bother me. I like it, [he manages, with an effort to put the words together.] When you call me those things. As though I'm doing something right, and you're enjoying it too.
[Cy not meaning them—he understands, but he isn't so unconfident as to wilt beneath that kind of talk. Surely being called a whore is better than many other accusations he's faced in his life; for Cy, at least, he's more than willing to become that. Maybe that is the true difference. If someone else tried, he's not sure his response wouldn't be outright negative.
A nod at the adjustment of a safeword.]
Do you have one too? A word that you use.
[There is a part of Sasuke that has difficulty even imagining the man would require one, given the breadth of his experience, but it feels right to ask.]
Vulgar language doesn't bother me. I like it, [he manages, with an effort to put the words together.] When you call me those things. As though I'm doing something right, and you're enjoying it too.
[Cy not meaning them—he understands, but he isn't so unconfident as to wilt beneath that kind of talk. Surely being called a whore is better than many other accusations he's faced in his life; for Cy, at least, he's more than willing to become that. Maybe that is the true difference. If someone else tried, he's not sure his response wouldn't be outright negative.
A nod at the adjustment of a safeword.]
Do you have one too? A word that you use.
[There is a part of Sasuke that has difficulty even imagining the man would require one, given the breadth of his experience, but it feels right to ask.]
（ the moments where he looks genuinely unguarded are few and far between. this is the second such moment, and even then it's subtle. it's just a faint — wonderment, perhaps that looks out of place if only because in a life stretched on the torturous rack of millennia, there's little space left in him for it to fill.
but it's there. something quiet, something tired, something just a little sad. not for himself, because he rarely spares that manner of consideration for his own interiority — but just. sadness is, in many ways, hardcoded into his marrow, spelled out across the atoms of the assembled star-stuff that is his human form.
and then he blinks, and the moment is broken.
tellingly, he doesn't have an immediate answer. yes, he uses safewords. yes, he does everything proper and above board — that refrain of safe, sane, consensual a constant hammering metronome in the back of a ruined mind. but when it's happens, when he offers it up to a partner, it's because he's adhering to a structure that's been just a little thrown out with sasuke, and no one ever asks for those reasons the boy might suppose — he does seem like he has little need of one. confident and self-assured, open and mindful of his own traumas and those of others.
the silence takes a thoughtful bent, and then: ）
Ares. Let's go with that.
but it's there. something quiet, something tired, something just a little sad. not for himself, because he rarely spares that manner of consideration for his own interiority — but just. sadness is, in many ways, hardcoded into his marrow, spelled out across the atoms of the assembled star-stuff that is his human form.
and then he blinks, and the moment is broken.
tellingly, he doesn't have an immediate answer. yes, he uses safewords. yes, he does everything proper and above board — that refrain of safe, sane, consensual a constant hammering metronome in the back of a ruined mind. but when it's happens, when he offers it up to a partner, it's because he's adhering to a structure that's been just a little thrown out with sasuke, and no one ever asks for those reasons the boy might suppose — he does seem like he has little need of one. confident and self-assured, open and mindful of his own traumas and those of others.
the silence takes a thoughtful bent, and then: ）
Ares. Let's go with that.
[He notices, but as so often Cy has given him the grace of a quiet moment, of stillness, he doesn't pursue. He wants to ask—it is in him to ask, an effort to know everything about who this man is—but it won't be now. Cy trusts him to speak his mind, so Sasuke will do the same.
That someone this ancient, who has suffered so much, can even express such a sudden and unguarded look is enough to twist itself up in Sasuke's chest.
He exhales through his nose.] Ares. [Tested on his tongue, an unfamiliar shape of syllables. He wonders what it means.
When contemplation passes, he decides that this is something he wants to do more than ever in that moment, if only to reel Cy's mind into the present with him. Eyes lower to the task, fingers tugging the waistband of pants down toned thighs, revealing the black material of fitted boxer-briefs. He's seen Cy naked before, but that context was a different shade of intimacy; like this, so close to a part of Cy he's seen but never touched, hunger gathers in his belly with thick and syrupy lust. He noses down from where he's made a home against Cy's flat abdomen, using the barrier of fabric to test how it feels to simply form his mouth against the length hidden beneath it. To investigate the shape—lips following where he imagines the line of Cy's cock begins at the tip, dragging his mouth to the root, questing for some signal of interest as a cheek turns and rubs itself against Cy's thigh.
Not delaying, really, so much as exploring.]
That someone this ancient, who has suffered so much, can even express such a sudden and unguarded look is enough to twist itself up in Sasuke's chest.
He exhales through his nose.] Ares. [Tested on his tongue, an unfamiliar shape of syllables. He wonders what it means.
When contemplation passes, he decides that this is something he wants to do more than ever in that moment, if only to reel Cy's mind into the present with him. Eyes lower to the task, fingers tugging the waistband of pants down toned thighs, revealing the black material of fitted boxer-briefs. He's seen Cy naked before, but that context was a different shade of intimacy; like this, so close to a part of Cy he's seen but never touched, hunger gathers in his belly with thick and syrupy lust. He noses down from where he's made a home against Cy's flat abdomen, using the barrier of fabric to test how it feels to simply form his mouth against the length hidden beneath it. To investigate the shape—lips following where he imagines the line of Cy's cock begins at the tip, dragging his mouth to the root, questing for some signal of interest as a cheek turns and rubs itself against Cy's thigh.
Not delaying, really, so much as exploring.]
（ and cy, who is certainly no stranger to the banishment of dark spirals with the wilful application of sex, lets him do it. sasuke presses a hot mouth over the fabric, breath a damp, warm weight that makes him exhale.
pleasure's easy. he's never really gotten bored of feeling it — the rise and the rush of it, the clench-release-relax of coming. but sasuke already has something of a hold on him, and arousal is — different, when it's someone he's come to care about. like it's filtered through stained glass, turning what would otherwise be a normal event into something sanctified.
the stirring of his cock, then, is immediate — and the line of it thickens behind the fabric of the briefs.
he turns a bit, kicking his pants off, stepping back so he can sit down on the edge of the bed, guiding sasuke with a soft hand in his hair to go down in front of him. his knees spread obligingly, making room — one hooks in over the kid's right shoulder, because he likes the additional points of contact, because sasuke won't mind the weight, because it lets him pull him in just a little with the tightened muscle of his thigh and the bend of his knee. he's not worried about the underwear, because he can technically just get rid of it with a twitch of one open hand when sasuke's done exploring.
he opens his mouth, to say something filthy, the first in a a promised litany of many — but instead, the only thing he says is: ）
You look beautiful.
pleasure's easy. he's never really gotten bored of feeling it — the rise and the rush of it, the clench-release-relax of coming. but sasuke already has something of a hold on him, and arousal is — different, when it's someone he's come to care about. like it's filtered through stained glass, turning what would otherwise be a normal event into something sanctified.
the stirring of his cock, then, is immediate — and the line of it thickens behind the fabric of the briefs.
he turns a bit, kicking his pants off, stepping back so he can sit down on the edge of the bed, guiding sasuke with a soft hand in his hair to go down in front of him. his knees spread obligingly, making room — one hooks in over the kid's right shoulder, because he likes the additional points of contact, because sasuke won't mind the weight, because it lets him pull him in just a little with the tightened muscle of his thigh and the bend of his knee. he's not worried about the underwear, because he can technically just get rid of it with a twitch of one open hand when sasuke's done exploring.
he opens his mouth, to say something filthy, the first in a a promised litany of many — but instead, the only thing he says is: ）
You look beautiful.
[Sometime in late January, the teen finally tears through the Mating Season dating profiles. He isn't actually searching for Cyram—which, all things considered, says a lot about his rapidly declining health; it isn’t like Stiles to forget about loose threads. But the moment he spots that familiar, stupidly handsome face, brown eyes narrow.]
“Torontonian.” An alien disguising himself as a native of Toronto? A little too “Coneheads” facetious.
[Help. Stiles has no idea that “Torontonian” is an actual word.]
The “Divine Retribution” thing, though… Referencing WoW? Or are you just trying to fuck with me and the religion theory? Listen, I’ve procured holy water and I’m NOT afraid to dispense it.
[Spoiler: He does not, in fact, have holy water.]
“Torontonian.” An alien disguising himself as a native of Toronto? A little too “Coneheads” facetious.
[Help. Stiles has no idea that “Torontonian” is an actual word.]
The “Divine Retribution” thing, though… Referencing WoW? Or are you just trying to fuck with me and the religion theory? Listen, I’ve procured holy water and I’m NOT afraid to dispense it.
[Spoiler: He does not, in fact, have holy water.]
[There's an intimate exhilaration, feeling Cy get hard under the caress of his mouth. He has only a moment to savor this sensation before he's steered off the bed and onto knees, and he sinks readily down into this position, tucking lean legs underneath himself as if at a shrine. A knee slings over his shoulder, easily held; he likes that it keeps himself in the crux of thighs and disallows much movement, trapped here where the heady, masculine scent of another man's body is close and accessible.
His right hand lifts, rubbing the bulge of stretched fabric to feel the shape of balls beneath—although that compliment stops him, minutely, mismatched eyes turned owlishly up. It's not the vulgarity he expected, and it closes his throat with a swell of emotion difficulty to steady back to equilibrium. Loving, swaddled in that warmth, heartfelt enough to stick in his thoughts. It takes another moment to concentrate.
Sasuke could deflect it. So far, these little remarks on his appearance have been negligible, either in the heat of a sexual moment or discarded by banter. Yet this, carried on such sincere intonation, holds the air as if in a gentle fist.
It's like it's made him a little shy, color in pale cheeks, fingertips playing at the slit of the boxer-briefs until fabric folds open to expose the jut of that length where it's begun to fill out. He doesn't say anything in the end, simply bends his head forward to taste the side of Cy's cock with a few slow, kittenish laps of tongue, following the rigid line down to a thickened base. His nose grazes the sparse curls of dark pubic hair, exhalation fluttering out.]
His right hand lifts, rubbing the bulge of stretched fabric to feel the shape of balls beneath—although that compliment stops him, minutely, mismatched eyes turned owlishly up. It's not the vulgarity he expected, and it closes his throat with a swell of emotion difficulty to steady back to equilibrium. Loving, swaddled in that warmth, heartfelt enough to stick in his thoughts. It takes another moment to concentrate.
Sasuke could deflect it. So far, these little remarks on his appearance have been negligible, either in the heat of a sexual moment or discarded by banter. Yet this, carried on such sincere intonation, holds the air as if in a gentle fist.
It's like it's made him a little shy, color in pale cheeks, fingertips playing at the slit of the boxer-briefs until fabric folds open to expose the jut of that length where it's begun to fill out. He doesn't say anything in the end, simply bends his head forward to taste the side of Cy's cock with a few slow, kittenish laps of tongue, following the rigid line down to a thickened base. His nose grazes the sparse curls of dark pubic hair, exhalation fluttering out.]
Toronto didn’t exist 10,584 years ago. Unless your stupid math captcha is bad shorthand for October 5th, 1984. But then why the relentless emphasis on how old you are, Boomer?
At least you didn’t say TERA.
[He’s looking at you, pedo incels rolling Elin toons.]
At least you didn’t say TERA.
[He’s looking at you, pedo incels rolling Elin toons.]
Oh my god, shut up, I’m a millennial. You’re some eldritch abomination masquerading as a Scooby-Doo character. And, again, allegedly old. Therefore? Boomer.
The more you mock me the more I’m going to piss on your ashes when I find out how to exorcise you.
The more you mock me the more I’m going to piss on your ashes when I find out how to exorcise you.
（ he touches the side of sasuke's head with a deft press of his fingers, gently pushing him back just a little and then: ）
Here, lemme —
（ yeet the underoos. look, getting to play around with someone he can openly transmat around is still just a little bit of a novelty, okay? but it leaves him bare beneath sasuke's ministrations, and he tightens the hook of that thigh to pull him back in. it's gentle enough it's clear suggestion and not an order.
his cock jumps with a flex to those pelvic floor muscles, and his hand drops back against sasuke's hair. ）
Hey — I don't think I'm up to dirty talk. I just want to watch you.
Here, lemme —
（ yeet the underoos. look, getting to play around with someone he can openly transmat around is still just a little bit of a novelty, okay? but it leaves him bare beneath sasuke's ministrations, and he tightens the hook of that thigh to pull him back in. it's gentle enough it's clear suggestion and not an order.
his cock jumps with a flex to those pelvic floor muscles, and his hand drops back against sasuke's hair. ）
Hey — I don't think I'm up to dirty talk. I just want to watch you.
okay fine
you caught me
i am a 10584 year old eldritch god of war cursed to eternally wander the universe, undying. i roam the edges of the far-flung universe specifically to be kind to traumatized teenagers as a form of penitence for the horrific acts of a shadowed past that will only be revealed in book 2: the cyening.
also i'm super hot and good at sex and i'm SOooOoOoOooo frustrated to be caught out in my obvious subterfuge like this!!!
you caught me
i am a 10584 year old eldritch god of war cursed to eternally wander the universe, undying. i roam the edges of the far-flung universe specifically to be kind to traumatized teenagers as a form of penitence for the horrific acts of a shadowed past that will only be revealed in book 2: the cyening.
also i'm super hot and good at sex and i'm SOooOoOoOooo frustrated to be caught out in my obvious subterfuge like this!!!
dude what secrets do u think are gonna fall out exactly
i'm an engineer
i literally design bridges for a living
it's the most boring thing in the world
but im also into BDSM as a dom which is like, slightly less boring
are u just picking up on the hot+horny vibes or smth and being like TEAM ROCKET BLASTING OFF AGAIN in my general direction or smth
i'm an engineer
i literally design bridges for a living
it's the most boring thing in the world
but im also into BDSM as a dom which is like, slightly less boring
are u just picking up on the hot+horny vibes or smth and being like TEAM ROCKET BLASTING OFF AGAIN in my general direction or smth
[Obediently he leans back, eyelids flickering at the caustic afterimage of that wild energy, though he doesn't flinch. Hasn't, even since the first time Cy demonstrated his power. Marvel and curiosity exists in him as a response to what Cy is capable of doing—but not fear.
Without underwear in the way, he takes in the sight up close, all those smooth lines of flesh to the attractive arch of a hard cock close to his face. It takes Cy's hand in his hair to tempt his chin upward.]
You can if you want. But I'm not really... [Hm, how does he say this.] I don't know how to make it look the way you did. That effortless performance.
[Meanwhile, his right hand closes itself over that stiffened length of arousal, just to feet its heat, the silky texture of flesh beneath the rub of a palm.]
Without underwear in the way, he takes in the sight up close, all those smooth lines of flesh to the attractive arch of a hard cock close to his face. It takes Cy's hand in his hair to tempt his chin upward.]
You can if you want. But I'm not really... [Hm, how does he say this.] I don't know how to make it look the way you did. That effortless performance.
[Meanwhile, his right hand closes itself over that stiffened length of arousal, just to feet its heat, the silky texture of flesh beneath the rub of a palm.]
I don't want an effortless performance. If I wanted that I would suck my own dick and believe me, I'm flexible enough to pull it off.
（ he sounds absolutely certain in that, and when sasuke curls his hand around cy's cock, he makes an encouraging hm of sound. his own hands, which can't maintain callouses no matter how much he does, how hard he trains, how much he works, feel entirely different to the roughened palms of someone who's been using weapons, trained to war from a perilously young age. ）
I just want you. Whatever that looks like. It's about the partner, not the act. I want you.
（ he sounds absolutely certain in that, and when sasuke curls his hand around cy's cock, he makes an encouraging hm of sound. his own hands, which can't maintain callouses no matter how much he does, how hard he trains, how much he works, feel entirely different to the roughened palms of someone who's been using weapons, trained to war from a perilously young age. ）
I just want you. Whatever that looks like. It's about the partner, not the act. I want you.
okay can we like
rewind here
cost of what
picking u up off the floor after u tried to send ur esophagus to god? not leaving u there like an asshole? buying u a goddamn bottle of water??
what exactly is twigging ur Stranger Danger Vibes here let's unpack
rewind here
cost of what
picking u up off the floor after u tried to send ur esophagus to god? not leaving u there like an asshole? buying u a goddamn bottle of water??
what exactly is twigging ur Stranger Danger Vibes here let's unpack
Edited 2024-01-22 03:23 (UTC)
Don’t screw with me. You know what I mean. None of it adds up. And I’m not feeding your ego by describing why.
Hello, the fact that your magic relies on the void is proof enough you can’t be trusted. It was an obvious red flag, but you seemed cool. I should have honed in on it right away instead of rolling with it.
[Well, after he woke up from passing out, specifically.]
Hello, the fact that your magic relies on the void is proof enough you can’t be trusted. It was an obvious red flag, but you seemed cool. I should have honed in on it right away instead of rolling with it.
[Well, after he woke up from passing out, specifically.]
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