[He obeys, because even in this state it's impossible not to — and when next his mouth descends, teeth make an appearance, digging into the slope of Cy's neck with the intent to draw blood that he can lick away with a soothing, repentant, possessive tongue. It may only be in their minds for this moment, but the sight of bright red bitemarks will last in his memory.
The sense of ankles hooking behind his back only further fuels this need, intensified by Cy's question when it comes. He lets out a breath; he can feel every inch of Cy's body around his cock, and his thrusts slow, luxuriating in a more leisurely roll of hips.]
You are mine. In here, I can do anything I want with you. [Not a threat for how warmly, how tenderly it's spoken — but also a fact. Cy has allowed himself to slip into genjutsu for his sake alone, and that burns through him hotter than any fire. A vow:] I have you completely and I'll never let you go.
You'll have my children. All it takes is coming inside, hm? [He puts his head down into the slope of Cy's throat, marked and claimed, inhaling that familiar scent he's learned to crave on his sheets, his clothes, his body.] And we'll stay here. And you'll always be mine.
[It isn't a fast, frantic chase to the finish — it is a thorough and methodical proclamation of love. The thrusts become deep, purposeful, a drive that would push Cy across the messily made futon if not for the arm around his hips, holding him still and making him take it. And then, when the pressure builds to that fraught height — Sasuke shudders through the peak, biting down again just below the ear, panting hot and heavy as he fills him up.]
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The sense of ankles hooking behind his back only further fuels this need, intensified by Cy's question when it comes. He lets out a breath; he can feel every inch of Cy's body around his cock, and his thrusts slow, luxuriating in a more leisurely roll of hips.]
You are mine. In here, I can do anything I want with you. [Not a threat for how warmly, how tenderly it's spoken — but also a fact. Cy has allowed himself to slip into genjutsu for his sake alone, and that burns through him hotter than any fire. A vow:] I have you completely and I'll never let you go.
You'll have my children. All it takes is coming inside, hm? [He puts his head down into the slope of Cy's throat, marked and claimed, inhaling that familiar scent he's learned to crave on his sheets, his clothes, his body.] And we'll stay here. And you'll always be mine.
[It isn't a fast, frantic chase to the finish — it is a thorough and methodical proclamation of love. The thrusts become deep, purposeful, a drive that would push Cy across the messily made futon if not for the arm around his hips, holding him still and making him take it. And then, when the pressure builds to that fraught height — Sasuke shudders through the peak, biting down again just below the ear, panting hot and heavy as he fills him up.]