（ it's the warmth in sasuke's voice that does it. the way the words seem scraped out of the pit of him, a spill of desperate unspoken sentiment. still not his kink, but the way sasuke says it scorches him just the same. the throb of pain is a curious thing, and he finds himself lifting one hand to touch at those marks in something like wonder. he's been hurt before. he's been taken apart piecemeal. he's been drowned and burnt and shot and he's suffocated in airless places, but there's a difference between injuries that he knows will heal, things he knows he will survive, and something patterned down against his skin so lovingly. it's a novelty, and the newness of it should be terrifying — instead, it's welcomed.

his only experience in realms like these is iantha, and yet despite that direct connotation the scope of sasuke's ability doesn't bother him at all. giving himself over to this boy is both pleasure and wonder.

sasuke fucks into him, and cy just — wraps his arms around him and cradles him close, one hand steady against his nape, fingers tucked into the fall of dark hair. when he comes, trembling, cy holds him through it. ）

Always is an awfully long time, Uchiha. Careful with that word.

（ but he does nuzzle at him contentedly — he hasn't gotten off, but he doesn't feel particularly driven to do so, not when it would mean disturbing the sanctified hush that's fallen over this imagined world, frozen in the memory of a boy who knew only grief where love once lived for so, so long. ）

I'd be happy to choke you on my cock, but can we do it in my room? Not because I don't want to be here anymore — but there's something I want to give you, and I think it'll probably make the whole dick choking thing more fun for you.