[The evidence is in the way he's touched and treated between the lines — a kiss to a shoulder, a thumb stroke, further cushion of an added blanket. Reassurance that carries him into the illusion of the act gracefully; it helps that it's a scenario teased more than once between them so far, bandied and bantered onto familiar grounds. He doesn't come to it as easily as Cy does, that play-acting, but Cy's guidance and confidence smooths the way for his best attempt.
He can imagine it. A dark office around them, himself bent across his sensei's lap — the committed wrong of cheating on a test that he has, quite frankly, done before in his own life at the Academy once upon a time. Yet this is different, and he is older, and perhaps he's cheated on purpose — knowing exactly where it would land him, knowing the threat of pain it would bring from the hand of an attractive man whose authority chokes all of the air from the room.
Every stroke, Cy says, and he nearly bites his lip bloody not to whimper.]
Yes, sir.
[A shiver races through him at the touch low on his back, Cy's changed voice in his ear further carrying that false reality. He tests the silk restraint across his thighs, but it does not yield, only denting the skin it binds. Anticipation rivets him in place — because now he has to wait for it to begin.]
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He can imagine it. A dark office around them, himself bent across his sensei's lap — the committed wrong of cheating on a test that he has, quite frankly, done before in his own life at the Academy once upon a time. Yet this is different, and he is older, and perhaps he's cheated on purpose — knowing exactly where it would land him, knowing the threat of pain it would bring from the hand of an attractive man whose authority chokes all of the air from the room.
Every stroke, Cy says, and he nearly bites his lip bloody not to whimper.]
Yes, sir.
[A shiver races through him at the touch low on his back, Cy's changed voice in his ear further carrying that false reality. He tests the silk restraint across his thighs, but it does not yield, only denting the skin it binds. Anticipation rivets him in place — because now he has to wait for it to begin.]