[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.
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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.]