[Frustration rises, more self-directed than anything that Cy is asking from him. Fingers slip loose from his body with a wet sound; he reaches out, silently requesting aid with the lube, and once Cy has assisted he reaches back between his legs. His voice is quiet, confessional.]

I've tried since we last spoke about it. When I'm alone, I can't seem to keep my thoughts at bay. And it feels — wrong to enjoy what I'm doing to myself. As if I should be guilty for it.

[Cy already knows this, or at least has a good idea of it on his own with all that Sasuke has said about the wrongs he's committed, but putting it to words does help. He leans back again and allows legs to splay further apart, yet hesitates before returning to the act.]

It's a little easier when I imagine that it's you who is with me. [Finally his fingers slip down, grazing across his hole, having to lift hips partly off the bed to reach.] You were, the first time I ever touched myself here.