I would love to see you in a cute little apron and nothing else. One of those kitschy ones that says 'kiss the cook'.

（ so! incredibly! cat-coded! cy contents himself at long last by just resting his cheek against the crown of sasuke's hair and luxuriating in the afterglow. ）

Look, it'd be dangerous if we had fewer incentives to actually leave our room. Marathon sex, shower, marathon sex, breakfast — we could go weeks without so much as talking to another soul.

（ there's a contented little rumble in his chest, and then: ）

I just want the room to build a fucking machine for you. That's one fantasy that hasn't left my head. Think you're ready for that one big dildo we picked up a while back?

（ at the time its circumference had been... shall we say, aspirational. but they've been working on the training for it, and sasuke's such a goddamned overachiever that almost makes it easy — determined to push, to prove himself, to be good. and cy likes seeing him take it, likes watching his thighs shake and his teeth catch on his lip as he wills himself to relax. teaching his body not to fight intrusion but to invite it — tears pricking at his eyes even as he begs for more. ）