[The love Cy leaves with him is pervasive, draping over him like a sheer veil and settling in the quiet that follows the man's abrupt departure, malignant power leftover in a chill. And during the interim of those minutes, Sasuke prepares himself mentally — finding this to be no difficult task. To be someone's enemy was the mold of his entire life. To be captured, perhaps, less so — but no reach. He's found himself bound and helpless in the past, at the mercy of better opponents; this changed context, however, is a fantasy he could have never even dared to dream.
He feels the moment Cy reenters the room, and the man will find that he hasn't changed position on the bed — though likewise his body language has changed. There is tension in muscles not previously present, arm stiff against the restraint of rope, fingers fisted, head folded down to completely conceal his face against the bed. Not an inch of movement tempts the tool between his legs forcing him to maintain this shameful, bent position, and he says nothing when that question comes. He hardly even breathes.
Shame would be powerful, if this situation was real — both for the defeat and the humiliation. Those are ready emotions to mask in silent observation and resentfulness. His ears pick up the sound of glass, then the noise of steps across the carpeted floor, and when Cy chooses a side of the bed he turns his head deliberately in the other direction, unwilling even to look at the approach.]
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Date: 2024-07-01 01:57 am (UTC)He feels the moment Cy reenters the room, and the man will find that he hasn't changed position on the bed — though likewise his body language has changed. There is tension in muscles not previously present, arm stiff against the restraint of rope, fingers fisted, head folded down to completely conceal his face against the bed. Not an inch of movement tempts the tool between his legs forcing him to maintain this shameful, bent position, and he says nothing when that question comes. He hardly even breathes.
Shame would be powerful, if this situation was real — both for the defeat and the humiliation. Those are ready emotions to mask in silent observation and resentfulness. His ears pick up the sound of glass, then the noise of steps across the carpeted floor, and when Cy chooses a side of the bed he turns his head deliberately in the other direction, unwilling even to look at the approach.]