[The moment ends, and that hand stills above his body even as he feels some ghost of it swing back down in continued brutality, another phantom strike scalded into flesh turned vivid crimson — but it doesn't. It's only a leftover vestige of pain. It stops, right on forty where they agreed, Sasuke with his face shoved against the mattress through those last dizzying sobs, having forgotten that he could sound like this, having thought he was no longer capable of such an expression of emotion. It feels like a purge — he is empty and sedate as the silk loosens around his thighs, arm returned to an unrestrictive angle, bell gently prised from fingertips. His throat swallows pills and water without any resistance, as if trained for it, already leaning toward Cy before the bottle greets his lips. Cream is cool as it smears over his abused skin, over the slope of his ass still a fiery, stinging throb bearing evidence of Cy's controlled violence. Ice seals the last of the hurt into a manageable sensation, composure grasping back for the tolerance his body knows. Praise returns him to the world gently.
And then he goes into Cy's arms, enfolded in that familiar embrace that has carried him through enough days and nights now to be inextricable from his life. Sasuke stretches like a cat, mindful of ribs, nosing up the column of the man's warm throat to find his mouth and boldly steal a kiss there.]
Yes. [A slow, flickering breath.] I'll take it that my choice was a welcome one, then.
sasuke loves this sad fucked up bitch so much
And then he goes into Cy's arms, enfolded in that familiar embrace that has carried him through enough days and nights now to be inextricable from his life. Sasuke stretches like a cat, mindful of ribs, nosing up the column of the man's warm throat to find his mouth and boldly steal a kiss there.]
Yes. [A slow, flickering breath.] I'll take it that my choice was a welcome one, then.
[In his sprawl of limbs, he notices —]
... Did you come?