（ cy leans down, and presses a kiss to sasuke's forehead, carding fingers through his hair where long bangs have fallen free of the restraining braid. a brief cup to the back of his neck, and a more genuine kiss follows, cy resting their foreheads briefly together before he straightens up. then, coldly — ）
Count.
（ the protest isn't acknowledged in the least, and the small rattan cane is lifted and then brought down with a snap against sasuke's breasts. he knows how to hit so that there's more show than sensation — they haven't done this particular type of impact play before, and the violence of the scene is starting to wear on him enough to stay his hand just a little. but even being careful, over time, paints stripes on pale skin. livid red lines that bloom beneath the thin line of the cane. ）
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Count.
（ the protest isn't acknowledged in the least, and the small rattan cane is lifted and then brought down with a snap against sasuke's breasts. he knows how to hit so that there's more show than sensation — they haven't done this particular type of impact play before, and the violence of the scene is starting to wear on him enough to stay his hand just a little. but even being careful, over time, paints stripes on pale skin. livid red lines that bloom beneath the thin line of the cane. ）