𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

[He does see it. Not significant enough to call it to a halt — just a slight shift of the scene's tone, so subtle perhaps anyone else wouldn't have noticed — but Sasuke sees it. For all the time they've spent in each other's company, his attention is sharp and honed on Cy, even at the man's least serious, or at his most inscrutable. The pain of such an extended scene doesn't wear on Sasuke personally; when it is in service of something like this, woven into the intimacy of their shared pleasure, he suspects he could endure almost anything.

Yet — it is Cy's mental state he cares for above all. Those kisses trail up his chest, and he breathes into the lull of affection, reminded of all that lies gentle and loving between them. There's no fight to the hand that winds into the braid of his hair, hard knuckles pressed to his scalp. But he also doesn't stop himself from crying, simply quiets it a little, tears wet on cheeks as his face angles up.]

You've made it clear. You'll do what you want with me. [Low, whispering words.] ... I still have one request.

[As if he is in any state to bargain. Sasuke still does it, the look on his face strong, that glimmer of prideful defiance not fully at rest.]

If I'm going to have your children — then take care of them. It doesn't matter what you do to me, but treat them well.