īŧ perhaps, if sasuke hadn't said that — the most this would have been is a slow, loving fuck while they made eye contact over cy's grasp on the collar. sweet words, soft nothings, lovebites and longing laid bare in the scorching heat of their touch.
but this boy, with all the trauma tangled up in him — who regards his own life as nothing else but a tool to further the future vision of one he loves back home — says that so casually, and cy just.
looks at him for a moment, warmth and fondness and love and surprise all emblazoned so plainly on his face — and then he drops his hand away from the collar and wraps sasuke up in his arms so tightly it will restrict his oxygen by accident rather than design. his knees bend, a slight shift of his legs positionally speaking, that puts sasuke into his cross-legged lap. and he just. holds him. breathing against the crook of his neck. there's a faint tremble to his shoulders that speaks of the depth of emotional resonance ringing through him now, and the kiss he presses against the join between the slope of sasuke's trapezius muscle and the plush edge of the collar is sweet rather than sensual.
i want the future so badly.
jesus fucking christ. īŧ
Okay. īŧ comes the quiet murmur, because it's really all he can bring himself to say. īŧ Okay.
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Date: 2024-03-24 10:53 pm (UTC)but this boy, with all the trauma tangled up in him — who regards his own life as nothing else but a tool to further the future vision of one he loves back home — says that so casually, and cy just.
looks at him for a moment, warmth and fondness and love and surprise all emblazoned so plainly on his face — and then he drops his hand away from the collar and wraps sasuke up in his arms so tightly it will restrict his oxygen by accident rather than design. his knees bend, a slight shift of his legs positionally speaking, that puts sasuke into his cross-legged lap. and he just. holds him. breathing against the crook of his neck. there's a faint tremble to his shoulders that speaks of the depth of emotional resonance ringing through him now, and the kiss he presses against the join between the slope of sasuke's trapezius muscle and the plush edge of the collar is sweet rather than sensual.
i want the future so badly.
jesus fucking christ. īŧ
Okay. īŧ comes the quiet murmur, because it's really all he can bring himself to say. īŧ Okay.