[Sasuke manages a little snarl, pulled closer, seeking the slick rub of friction between thighs. His own leg swings itself up and over both of Cy's in a forceful press — as if to demonstrate that he was listening, and he knows it will feel better in a tighter clench of muscle.]

That's not fair. [It comes out husky against Cy's neck.] I need to see your mouth when you speak it.

[With Sharingan, for memorization. It makes sense. Shush.

But he's more affected by the meaning of those words than he is trying to learn them, grinding hips with more persistence, the hard line of his cock riding up against the space between Cy's thighs, feeling the soft press of balls and the cleft of his ass in that delicious drag. It's a new sensation; the heat is overwhelming, wrapped like a glove, arm squeezing around Cy with enough strength to flex the toned bicep.]

... But, [in a breathy murmur] if you want to keep talking — I'm listening.