（ it may be an echo, a whisper of the words he's murmured in quiet moments, breathed low between them. but while sasuke's always been receptive of it, it's the first time he's really stepped into the fantasy for himself and sketched it into open air. cy's breath catches in his chest as if oxygen has gained an impossible gravity, outmatched only by the psychological weight.
he comes on the next upward rut of his cock between sasuke's thighs, which serves only to continue the theme of artwork in motion, that slippery, intimate glide that joins them. the shiver that grips him is almost violent, smothered down by the fact that he wraps his arms around sasuke and presses his face into the crook of his neck less to swallow the soft animal sound that follows or the tears that catch in his lashes like dew, and more just to be nearer, closer. he's never been afraid to show vulnerability with sasuke, and he wouldn't start here. there's no apology for it — he just lets himself have that moment of weakness, knowing that sasuke will hold him through it. ）
they just keep circling back here like an uroboros
he comes on the next upward rut of his cock between sasuke's thighs, which serves only to continue the theme of artwork in motion, that slippery, intimate glide that joins them. the shiver that grips him is almost violent, smothered down by the fact that he wraps his arms around sasuke and presses his face into the crook of his neck less to swallow the soft animal sound that follows or the tears that catch in his lashes like dew, and more just to be nearer, closer. he's never been afraid to show vulnerability with sasuke, and he wouldn't start here. there's no apology for it — he just lets himself have that moment of weakness, knowing that sasuke will hold him through it. ）