īŧ another kiss is pressed against sasuke's forehead, his palm skirts the boy's cheek and feathers into his hair. it'll be the last soft touch for a while and he savours it with a look that's edged so deeply into adoring it's half a love letter, and then in the schism of seconds between one moment and the next the expression is shuttered. it's an immediate transmutation from someone who's expressive and open to something older, darker — who accepts cruelty and revels in pressing the blade of it to someone's throat.
he twists, dislodging sasuke from where he was sitting astride his hips, and there's a brief grappling as they test each other's limits — ultimately, cy thumps him soundly prone on the mattress, jerking his wrist by the looped tether of that scarf. he sits astride sasuke's thighs, pinning him with his weight, arm pinioned at an uncomfortable angle that suggests the whisper of dislocation if he struggles too violently. īŧ
You know you can't win. īŧ even his voice has a different quality to it — cold in a way he's never sounded with sasuke even if you compare it to that first messy attempt on this very mattress. the torontonian drawl is equally absent. he bends low across sasuke's back and bites at his shoulder, possessive and with a deep press of teeth that will leave a lingering throb without breaking the skin — īŧ But you can struggle if it soothes your pride.
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cw from here-on out: negotiated noncon dabbling
Date: 2024-03-03 03:40 am (UTC)īŧ another kiss is pressed against sasuke's forehead, his palm skirts the boy's cheek and feathers into his hair. it'll be the last soft touch for a while and he savours it with a look that's edged so deeply into adoring it's half a love letter, and then in the schism of seconds between one moment and the next the expression is shuttered. it's an immediate transmutation from someone who's expressive and open to something older, darker — who accepts cruelty and revels in pressing the blade of it to someone's throat.
he twists, dislodging sasuke from where he was sitting astride his hips, and there's a brief grappling as they test each other's limits — ultimately, cy thumps him soundly prone on the mattress, jerking his wrist by the looped tether of that scarf. he sits astride sasuke's thighs, pinning him with his weight, arm pinioned at an uncomfortable angle that suggests the whisper of dislocation if he struggles too violently. īŧ
You know you can't win. īŧ even his voice has a different quality to it — cold in a way he's never sounded with sasuke even if you compare it to that first messy attempt on this very mattress. the torontonian drawl is equally absent. he bends low across sasuke's back and bites at his shoulder, possessive and with a deep press of teeth that will leave a lingering throb without breaking the skin — īŧ But you can struggle if it soothes your pride.