（ what is this 'unfortunately', that's like an early birthday or a late christmas gift to him, thanks. and there's no denying it stirs arousal in him, too — sir has always hit just a little harder than it maybe should. ）
Oh, he learns so quick.
（ he doesn't need to touch him to teleport him, but he does it anyway, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his mouth. ）
Remember to keep your eyes closed.
（ he warned him once, and not without reason. the void isn't exactly the safest place for humans. but now, he's confident enough that sasuke will obey him, and in a brief glimmer of that awful energy, he yeets the kid back to his room.
from there, it's just packing up the food. mindless busy work, done without really thinking about it, all his focus and attention already primed on sasuke. he's pretty sure the kid would have stripped down to nothing and all but jumped on the dildo the way he was all fired up there — but there's a warm, soft, certain confidence there too, that he'd be respectful enough of cy's preferences, temperament and triggers to have given himself a bit of grace about it, too. to have gone just slow enough as youthful impatience allows.
and he is thinking about it, still, when he transmats over to the food bank, and drops off the remainder of the platter — having carefully sorted out what was touched versus what was untouched. he chats a bit with the person tending the window, an easy, playful sort of conversation that comes so naturally to him, that's intended to build up sasuke's impatience with the time it's taking him to get there.
then it's a quick jaunt back to his room to grab that blanket still wrapped in its gift bag (which, for some ungodly reason, has a dick on it. really? at a store for bedding?) before he transmats into sasuke's small space. ）
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Oh, he learns so quick.
（ he doesn't need to touch him to teleport him, but he does it anyway, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his mouth. ）
Remember to keep your eyes closed.
（ he warned him once, and not without reason. the void isn't exactly the safest place for humans. but now, he's confident enough that sasuke will obey him, and in a brief glimmer of that awful energy, he yeets the kid back to his room.
from there, it's just packing up the food. mindless busy work, done without really thinking about it, all his focus and attention already primed on sasuke. he's pretty sure the kid would have stripped down to nothing and all but jumped on the dildo the way he was all fired up there — but there's a warm, soft, certain confidence there too, that he'd be respectful enough of cy's preferences, temperament and triggers to have given himself a bit of grace about it, too. to have gone just slow enough as youthful impatience allows.
and he is thinking about it, still, when he transmats over to the food bank, and drops off the remainder of the platter — having carefully sorted out what was touched versus what was untouched. he chats a bit with the person tending the window, an easy, playful sort of conversation that comes so naturally to him, that's intended to build up sasuke's impatience with the time it's taking him to get there.
then it's a quick jaunt back to his room to grab that blanket still wrapped in its gift bag (which, for some ungodly reason, has a dick on it. really? at a store for bedding?) before he transmats into sasuke's small space. ）