[As accustomed as he's becoming to Cy's casual use of transmatting, he doesn't so much as blink this time at the sudden appearance of the small, sponge-like cake. Then it is lifted up to his lips, a clear indication—as the tomato was fed between his teeth, so seems to be what Cy is coaxing now.
Bite-sized and delicate, it's still a decent mouthful. Sasuke is someone who eats his food slowly, carefully, picking with the spare attention of one prone to losing their appetite. But he won't turn down this challenge, not when it's Cy—not as charged as this feels, the tickle of soft cream at his lips. That sugary scent in his nose.
Lips part, taking all of it from Cy's fingers with an obedience that is accompanied by direct eye contact. It's a stretch just to fit the dessert into his mouth at once, jaw clenching down, thoroughly beginning to chew. A dollop of cream is chased from Cy's thumb with a quick, pink tongue.]
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Bite-sized and delicate, it's still a decent mouthful. Sasuke is someone who eats his food slowly, carefully, picking with the spare attention of one prone to losing their appetite. But he won't turn down this challenge, not when it's Cy—not as charged as this feels, the tickle of soft cream at his lips. That sugary scent in his nose.
Lips part, taking all of it from Cy's fingers with an obedience that is accompanied by direct eye contact. It's a stretch just to fit the dessert into his mouth at once, jaw clenching down, thoroughly beginning to chew. A dollop of cream is chased from Cy's thumb with a quick, pink tongue.]