[That she sears through him, and in the interim where Cy leaves the bed to survey the rack, he pulls at the collar around his throat, then runs his fingers down over the bindings of his chest — a subtle attempt to see if there is anything he can easily loosen.
Cy has purposefully knotted nothing very tight, and most of those fixtures are for display more than function, so it's easy to free the rope wrapped above his breasts before the man returns to the bed with both weapon and wine. In a desperate yank against the second rope still across his waist, Sasuke tries to lunge forward with a swing of his right arm as soon as Cy is close — uncaring when it upsets the glass of wine and stains the sheet like pale blood. It's an orchestrated violence, mere fantasy, because they've sparred before and he knows exactly what Cy can counter, but it still makes his heart race with a secret thrill.]
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Date: 2024-07-09 02:26 am (UTC)Cy has purposefully knotted nothing very tight, and most of those fixtures are for display more than function, so it's easy to free the rope wrapped above his breasts before the man returns to the bed with both weapon and wine. In a desperate yank against the second rope still across his waist, Sasuke tries to lunge forward with a swing of his right arm as soon as Cy is close — uncaring when it upsets the glass of wine and stains the sheet like pale blood. It's an orchestrated violence, mere fantasy, because they've sparred before and he knows exactly what Cy can counter, but it still makes his heart race with a secret thrill.]