[The Sharingan is no longer active, dispelled for the sake of a settling adjustment — what he's confessed is not only for Cy, but for himself, words put to the extent of what he feels for this man. He's never used his eyes in this way; always their power was reserved for survival, for battle and destruction, for improving his capability. Not for something so sentimental as making these moments permanent. But he doesn't regret it.
And to see that it affects Cy, even less. He wants Cy to know how much it means.
Sasuke's thoughts are ferried away the moment a mouth attends to that abused flesh, skin bright red once released from the pinch of the clamp. He hears himself exhale sharply, a shudder working its way through his body. It isn't pain, but the sensation is intense, soothed by a diligent tongue — nipples sorely bright once Cy is finished, standing out from the paleness of the rest of his chest. The kiss is pushed into; his cock remains achingly hard between them, but he ignores it.]
So, are we? [Now with space of mind, he narrows in on that word before uncertainty can halt his words.] Dating?
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And to see that it affects Cy, even less. He wants Cy to know how much it means.
Sasuke's thoughts are ferried away the moment a mouth attends to that abused flesh, skin bright red once released from the pinch of the clamp. He hears himself exhale sharply, a shudder working its way through his body. It isn't pain, but the sensation is intense, soothed by a diligent tongue — nipples sorely bright once Cy is finished, standing out from the paleness of the rest of his chest. The kiss is pushed into; his cock remains achingly hard between them, but he ignores it.]
So, are we? [Now with space of mind, he narrows in on that word before uncertainty can halt his words.] Dating?