[The device is not any less painful in the time he's worn it, except that Sasuke is motivated to disguise its effect on him in a way he hasn't done with Cy since their early days of exploration together. His jaw flexes, teeth gritted hard against the shard of pain inspired by that slight stimulation; it takes everything of battle-worn discipline not to move when that knife begins to cut him loose.
That, and the trust — like a shining tether between them, allowing him to indulge this subjugation from within the safe cradle of this man's guidance, this man's control.
The point finds his chin, and he resists until the last possible second, until the blade threatens blood, then lifts his head with the aid of a forearm braced on the mattress. His hair is messy and hangs into his face, but his eyes are visible — expression like cool fire through the dark fringe, defiant even to the position he's been reduced.]
I assume it has something to do with you. But you'll tell me anyway, won't you?
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That, and the trust — like a shining tether between them, allowing him to indulge this subjugation from within the safe cradle of this man's guidance, this man's control.
The point finds his chin, and he resists until the last possible second, until the blade threatens blood, then lifts his head with the aid of a forearm braced on the mattress. His hair is messy and hangs into his face, but his eyes are visible — expression like cool fire through the dark fringe, defiant even to the position he's been reduced.]
I assume it has something to do with you. But you'll tell me anyway, won't you?