It's fine, with you. We'll find our way back eventually.
[An assured promise given readily to those touches, to that kiss, to the whole fever-warm line of Cy against his back sealing their bodies together like a letter.]
... You don't need to preserve my modesty. By now, isn't it pointless? [Breath huffs from his lips, half-formed laughter of his own that never fully materializes. Sasuke begins to shift, an awkward squirm of limbs that attempts to rearrange them, to put himself on his left side so that his right arm can hook itself around Cy's hips.] I like it too — the symmetry.
[Somewhere in the shuffle, his mouth comes near enough to the smooth slope of Cy's shoulder that teeth nip at him. There's no pressure in the pinch; he's only thinking of all the times Cy has marked him.]
no subject
[An assured promise given readily to those touches, to that kiss, to the whole fever-warm line of Cy against his back sealing their bodies together like a letter.]
... You don't need to preserve my modesty. By now, isn't it pointless? [Breath huffs from his lips, half-formed laughter of his own that never fully materializes. Sasuke begins to shift, an awkward squirm of limbs that attempts to rearrange them, to put himself on his left side so that his right arm can hook itself around Cy's hips.] I like it too — the symmetry.
[Somewhere in the shuffle, his mouth comes near enough to the smooth slope of Cy's shoulder that teeth nip at him. There's no pressure in the pinch; he's only thinking of all the times Cy has marked him.]
I want to be between your legs.