（ pain holds nothing for him — it's not a turn-on, it's not something that well and truly drives him. it doesn't put him in the moment or anchor him to his body. but — the difference here is the love. it's not a panacea, exactly. it doesn't act as a fulcrum upon which pain and pleasure balance. but it transmutes the meaning for him — a step back from pain viewed from the lens of a body that is built to take abuse, and into the realm of one for whom acts of service reign paramount. enduring it, ultimately, costs him nothing. but the twitching interest of his cock, half-stirred to arousal, is in spite of the ache and not because of it.
the bite heals, is soothed, is repeated without the same force, and cy closes his teeth against sasuke's fingers just a little. not a warning — just the physical act of acknowledgement, and when sasuke repeats the words in a dizzying jumble of language, intermarried utterance that starts french and ends japanese he makes a soft sound, a moan around the boy's fingers that feels like it was unmoored from behind his navel.
sasuke spills his release in a wet splatter between his thighs, and even here he's driven to overstimulate him, a firmer flex of his thighs as he shifts his hips obscenely, making sure that sasuke's softening cock is deliberately cradled by the mess.
he pulls sasuke's fingers from his mouth, kisses his knuckles, his palm, the pulse-point at his wrist. ）
Fuck me, you're so fucking hot. How'd that feel for you?
（ not just physically — but emotionally, psychologically. ）
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the bite heals, is soothed, is repeated without the same force, and cy closes his teeth against sasuke's fingers just a little. not a warning — just the physical act of acknowledgement, and when sasuke repeats the words in a dizzying jumble of language, intermarried utterance that starts french and ends japanese he makes a soft sound, a moan around the boy's fingers that feels like it was unmoored from behind his navel.
sasuke spills his release in a wet splatter between his thighs, and even here he's driven to overstimulate him, a firmer flex of his thighs as he shifts his hips obscenely, making sure that sasuke's softening cock is deliberately cradled by the mess.
he pulls sasuke's fingers from his mouth, kisses his knuckles, his palm, the pulse-point at his wrist. ）
Fuck me, you're so fucking hot. How'd that feel for you?
（ not just physically — but emotionally, psychologically. ）