[He makes a considering noise, right hand falling to encircle Cy's wrist with pale fingers, leaning a little bit of his weight forward to push the swell of his breast into that hand. The piercing tugs gently, making him more aware of sore and sensitive nipples — but also the red glitter of gems that adorn his body. Cy's color.]

We can, [is the quiet agreement.] Do more. I wouldn't mind wearing anything you wanted me to.

[There's a slight shift, nuzzling his head into the crook of Cy's throat.]

You promised to fuck me, though. We don't have to do it in the scene. I just want you.