（ it's said in agreement, and he bends to press a scorching kiss against sasuke's shoulder. his wrist is stroked with a long press of cy's thumb in against the flexing tendons, and that one single gesture is so achingly entrenched in love it seems impossible that it could be anything else but a declaration to the heavens themselves.
he tests the binding on sasuke's thighs, and draws it just a little more taut. slipping into a simple scenario adds structure and flavour to the scene, it's almost easier to step outside himself in the moment. even his tone is a bit different, less drawling. another persona pulled on like a second skin. ）
I caught you cheating on a French test. Sometimes, I think punishment's the only way you ever learn. So now we're in my office after hours, and you need to make-up your grade. We've agreed to a transaction — I'll punish you, and you'll get a passing grade. I can't wait to see the way you'll flinch tomorrow when you try to take your seat at your desk and remember my hand on you.
（ the one concession he makes to the injuries sasuke is on the upswing of recovery from is that he drags the blanket over and cushions it beneath the break in his ribs, so that there's less chance of the sharp twinge of pain from the mending bone. ）
We've agreed on forty. But you haven't taken that many before in my class, I've been too lenient on you until now. So maybe you'll struggle. （ a soft caress up the base of sasuke's spine. ） Maybe you'll beg me to stop. （ his breath is hot against sasuke's ear as he murmurs: ） But I'm not going to listen. You're going to take it all. Every stroke. Do I make myself clear, Sasuke?
（ there's only one correct response, and he's sure sasuke will be quick to pick it up. ）
no subject
（ it's said in agreement, and he bends to press a scorching kiss against sasuke's shoulder. his wrist is stroked with a long press of cy's thumb in against the flexing tendons, and that one single gesture is so achingly entrenched in love it seems impossible that it could be anything else but a declaration to the heavens themselves.
he tests the binding on sasuke's thighs, and draws it just a little more taut. slipping into a simple scenario adds structure and flavour to the scene, it's almost easier to step outside himself in the moment. even his tone is a bit different, less drawling. another persona pulled on like a second skin. ）
I caught you cheating on a French test. Sometimes, I think punishment's the only way you ever learn. So now we're in my office after hours, and you need to make-up your grade. We've agreed to a transaction — I'll punish you, and you'll get a passing grade. I can't wait to see the way you'll flinch tomorrow when you try to take your seat at your desk and remember my hand on you.
（ the one concession he makes to the injuries sasuke is on the upswing of recovery from is that he drags the blanket over and cushions it beneath the break in his ribs, so that there's less chance of the sharp twinge of pain from the mending bone. ）
We've agreed on forty. But you haven't taken that many before in my class, I've been too lenient on you until now. So maybe you'll struggle. （ a soft caress up the base of sasuke's spine. ） Maybe you'll beg me to stop. （ his breath is hot against sasuke's ear as he murmurs: ） But I'm not going to listen. You're going to take it all. Every stroke. Do I make myself clear, Sasuke?
（ there's only one correct response, and he's sure sasuke will be quick to pick it up. ）