[That drastic height difference doesn't bother Sasuke, who is seeking only physical closeness in that warm glow of pleasure and release, right arm looping around Cy's hips and craning into the kiss. It feels unbearably soft; he tastes the tongue that slips past his lips, past blunt teeth, welcoming it deeper before they separate slickly.]

Unless I want them to. [There's a thread of amusement in his tone.] I like that you specify it that way.

[For one of the first times since it happened—Sasuke wishes he had his other arm, if only to close the embrace into a full, steady circle.]

I'll consider the mirror, though I can't promise it'll be easy.