[The noises that treatment evokes are lost beneath the spray of water, a gentle hum like rain slowly filling the small space with mist and steam as it heats. And it isn't the first time they've gotten handsy with each other here, so Sasuke is a little more lax now — less concerned with the thought of someone else intruding upon them. Not that he can think much at all when Cy moves like this, single-minded in the extraction of pleasure or pain, breathtaking in how attractive he looks folding down to his knees on the cool tile.

And that mouth, most of all, has spelled out his own ruin too many times to count by now. He's not used to holding out against it — Cy is too good at this, swallowing him down in one slick movement until it's just pressure and heat around his cock. The tight circle of fingers at the root keeps him blessedly on the edge.]

The torment has already begun if you're doing this to me. [The complaint isn't meant with any seriousness given the way his thighs fall apart, obliging, letting the wall hold more of his weight.] Cy — do you want me to resist, and to act like I hate it? Or...

[There's a shiver, right hand falling to Cy's wet hair and cradling behind his head for something to hold.]

Should I show that I like it? When you break me.