（ that's deliberate — the cruel misgendering only adding to the humiliation of the scene as cy leans in and kisses his forehead in a simulacrum of sweetness, before he sits back on the bed, reaching across sasuke's bound body for the bag, which he heaves up onto his midriff not entirely unlike sasuke's just a convenient staging ground for what's coming next. ）
Slaves wear body jewellery in their master's colours. You don't mind piercings, right?
（ it's said conversationally, though it's clear by the rummaging he does in the bag that he actually doesn't care about the answer or intend to give ground. at this point, it's more about instilling fear and obedience than anything else — and when he finds the piercing kit he sucks his teeth in approval. the kit is opened, single-use needles of varying gauges bare on black velvet set out for his use, and then a delicate moon-silver chain designed to affix to nipple piercings is spilled out of a little satchel. it's meant to loop once around the waist, and then trail lower to another piercing done somewhere rather more intimate. the colour he spoke of is little red gems — fake, on their budget, but real enough for the scene.
idly, he takes one of the sterilizing sheets and starts wiping down one breast, tweaking the nipple erect, rolling it between the disposable cloth fabric. a pair of piercing clamps are then affixed to it, stretching it out for a clean pierce. ）
I don't want to have to do this more than once — let's not fight about this, okay?
（ the proper gauge is selected, and then he changes his position, pinning sasuke's arm at the elbow to the bed with one knee so he well and truly has little movement allowed to him — the other, though less weight is applied than to his arm, is put against his midrift for similar reasons. he holds the clamp in one hand and tugs — the other swiftly, expertly slides the needle through the skin. ）
cw: now we're into piercings
（ that's deliberate — the cruel misgendering only adding to the humiliation of the scene as cy leans in and kisses his forehead in a simulacrum of sweetness, before he sits back on the bed, reaching across sasuke's bound body for the bag, which he heaves up onto his midriff not entirely unlike sasuke's just a convenient staging ground for what's coming next. ）
Slaves wear body jewellery in their master's colours. You don't mind piercings, right?
（ it's said conversationally, though it's clear by the rummaging he does in the bag that he actually doesn't care about the answer or intend to give ground. at this point, it's more about instilling fear and obedience than anything else — and when he finds the piercing kit he sucks his teeth in approval. the kit is opened, single-use needles of varying gauges bare on black velvet set out for his use, and then a delicate moon-silver chain designed to affix to nipple piercings is spilled out of a little satchel. it's meant to loop once around the waist, and then trail lower to another piercing done somewhere rather more intimate. the colour he spoke of is little red gems — fake, on their budget, but real enough for the scene.
idly, he takes one of the sterilizing sheets and starts wiping down one breast, tweaking the nipple erect, rolling it between the disposable cloth fabric. a pair of piercing clamps are then affixed to it, stretching it out for a clean pierce. ）
I don't want to have to do this more than once — let's not fight about this, okay?
（ the proper gauge is selected, and then he changes his position, pinning sasuke's arm at the elbow to the bed with one knee so he well and truly has little movement allowed to him — the other, though less weight is applied than to his arm, is put against his midrift for similar reasons. he holds the clamp in one hand and tugs — the other swiftly, expertly slides the needle through the skin. ）