[The scarf reels him into a kiss, not that he needs to be coaxed to greet Cy's lips with the warm enthusiasm of his own mouth, parting reluctantly so Cy has space to speak. Those words are necessary and helpful, setting expectations to protect against any surprise — but they also effectively serve to stoke the darker anticipation in him, a flame slowly gaining heat. He nods at the assurance they'll talk even as his mind circles the drain around that promise, and then I'll fuck you. He's no stranger to bruises from Cy's hands, or his mouth, but the context of this is channeled by a different kind of primal want. The idea that not even struggle will stop Cy.

A hitch of breath answers the drag of that palm against his cock, desire rekindling to an easy, steady throb. It feels that his body is primed to this — it takes little to get hard again, arousal gathering in mere moments.

It's the first time manually feeling the removal of the plug. Sasuke shudders as the silicone shape slips loose from his body, a hard shiver working its way through the muscles of thighs.]

All of that sounds fine. I don't think I'll have an issue with that sort of language, but if I do, I'll tell you. [They'll see when they get there. And the thrill of that novelty, couched in trust, is potent. Sasuke leans in to take his own kiss, planted firmly across Cy's mouth.] I'm ready.