（ he just laughs, and bites at the curve of sasuke's shoulder, a playful little nip that leaves no mark. ）

Oh my fuck, dude. You've had something up your ass all of twice.

（ he works his hand against — in — the boy, a slow, tempestuous motion, a rock of his hand that drives him just a little deeper. ）

Let me enjoy you. We've got all the time in the world to satisfy you later brusquely apace, milord. Perhaps some patience doth behoove you.

（ yes, that slip into antiquated keigo, the sort that's respectful to a superior in social standing, is intentional, thank you.

his left hand strokes against sasuke's hair, steady and methodical even as the finger of his right hand curls, a beckoning gesture inside him. the slow stroke, sketched across the prostate so easily hit at this angle, is a deliberate tease. beside him like this, cy intends to watch every twitch in his expression, every shuddering heave of his chest. it's a good view, but — ）

Don't turn away.

（ — one more order, sealed with another kiss, this one against the dip of his collarbone. ）