[Dazed and malleable, his body relaxes beneath the tender stroke of that hand, glide of lotion easing any friction between skin. Cy's words work to preempt any shame or embarrassment — and it surprises him to realize Cy would sense his reaction, would act to defuse it before he's even begun to knot up in that ingrained fear of failure so natural to who he is.
Sasuke turns his head to look back over a shoulder, feelings pooled in a warm puddle more than anything of substance. It takes a few moments to be able to form words.]
Both, maybe. I'm not sure.
[A sigh stirs from parted lips as Cy's hand slips between his legs, easily pliant to however he's touched. He could fall asleep beneath these hands now; it is always a terrifying thought, as if he's stepped up to the high edge of a cliff. Cy has carried him so far from instinctive walls of defense, habits that have kept him alive.]
The sensations felt... overwhelming, but not in a way I didn't enjoy. [Well, clearly.] It was intense.
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Sasuke turns his head to look back over a shoulder, feelings pooled in a warm puddle more than anything of substance. It takes a few moments to be able to form words.]
Both, maybe. I'm not sure.
[A sigh stirs from parted lips as Cy's hand slips between his legs, easily pliant to however he's touched. He could fall asleep beneath these hands now; it is always a terrifying thought, as if he's stepped up to the high edge of a cliff. Cy has carried him so far from instinctive walls of defense, habits that have kept him alive.]
The sensations felt... overwhelming, but not in a way I didn't enjoy. [Well, clearly.] It was intense.