（ sasuke kisses his fingers, and he brushes a soft touch against his cheek, just — luxuriating in the touch, the nearness. the scene is not daunting in and of itself — truly, having a safe space to play out darker fantasies settles an itch in his brain he tends to just ignore, or downplay. it isn't often he meets someone who can take all of him unflinching. the possibility of having met and forgotten such people is, of course, always there — in the back of his mind like a raw nerve. one day, sasuke will similarly slip from the annals of anamnesis. but he likes to think that there will be something he will hold onto, the way he clings to the few and precious recollections from auhle's life, from his years with tak, from time burnished across worlds and filtered through the stained glass of an impossible reckoning.
his thumb traces sasuke's bottom lip, swollen with where he'd bitten it earlier, and he lets himself sink back into arousal. into the scaffolding of the scenario laid out between them. to be a brutal warlord is nothing new to him, nor is the act of bending others to his will. but he knows, rationally, that it's not just him driving it forward. pushing it on someone who's agreed out of fear of consequence. sasuke enjoys it, asks for it, participates so beautifully beneath his touch — his control is surrendered, not taken.
and it's enough. it's enough that the lust crawls back, and his cock stiffens in the furrowed grasp of his left hand, and when he's ready: ）
Okay. （ a soft exhale. he lifts his gaze and meets sasuke's eyes, mismatched and all the more uniquely beautiful for it. there's a soft brush of his fingertips against his cheek, smudging tears. then: ） Taenarum.
（ it's a door. he just has to step through it and the mask comes down — his expression shifts from that soft, cracked-open vulnerability to something riven by conquering cruelty. he takes sasuke by the wrist and pins his hand flat against the bed, knocking his thighs apart to kneel between them. he speaks, then — but whatever he says is a string of profanity that does not survive in the space between speech and the sundered sear of a damaged mind. he does not think of eska, and shores up the wall between who he has chosen to be and what he was made — he can feel kulo vayn shift restlessly behind it, but he can block it out. sasuke's given him that strength.
what he is aware of is the tight, slick heat of sasuke's cunt as he pulls the boy by one hip to meet him. the way his cock sinks into him, the way that even in this form sasuke feels made to take him in. the dildo juts against the back vaginal wall, he can feel the unyielding penetration of silicone so acutely that it's almost ruinous, leaving him awash in a purely animal sensation. it becomes a thing marshalled only because he has the experience to focus elsewhere. in this case on the shifting muscle of sasuke's forearm as he feels him tense beneath him, the way unshed tears catch light in his eyelashes. cy seats himself fully in a ruthless drive, his other hand falling to brace against the mattress near sasuke's head.
this time, cy kisses him with no trace of tenderness, and then murmurs in his ear: ）
Dark hair, beautiful eyes. （ it's a callback that sasuke should recognize, the first time they'd done something like this together — albeit in genjutsu. ） Life will take root in your body, （ a brief lift of his hand, palm stroking down sasuke's abdomen to knead into the flesh where a child would grow. ） and you'll grit your teeth against that indignity too, won't you? You'll be my woman, my whore — the mother of my children. My war prize — forever.
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his thumb traces sasuke's bottom lip, swollen with where he'd bitten it earlier, and he lets himself sink back into arousal. into the scaffolding of the scenario laid out between them. to be a brutal warlord is nothing new to him, nor is the act of bending others to his will. but he knows, rationally, that it's not just him driving it forward. pushing it on someone who's agreed out of fear of consequence. sasuke enjoys it, asks for it, participates so beautifully beneath his touch — his control is surrendered, not taken.
and it's enough. it's enough that the lust crawls back, and his cock stiffens in the furrowed grasp of his left hand, and when he's ready: ）
Okay. （ a soft exhale. he lifts his gaze and meets sasuke's eyes, mismatched and all the more uniquely beautiful for it. there's a soft brush of his fingertips against his cheek, smudging tears. then: ） Taenarum.
（ it's a door. he just has to step through it and the mask comes down — his expression shifts from that soft, cracked-open vulnerability to something riven by conquering cruelty. he takes sasuke by the wrist and pins his hand flat against the bed, knocking his thighs apart to kneel between them. he speaks, then — but whatever he says is a string of profanity that does not survive in the space between speech and the sundered sear of a damaged mind. he does not think of eska, and shores up the wall between who he has chosen to be and what he was made — he can feel kulo vayn shift restlessly behind it, but he can block it out. sasuke's given him that strength.
what he is aware of is the tight, slick heat of sasuke's cunt as he pulls the boy by one hip to meet him. the way his cock sinks into him, the way that even in this form sasuke feels made to take him in. the dildo juts against the back vaginal wall, he can feel the unyielding penetration of silicone so acutely that it's almost ruinous, leaving him awash in a purely animal sensation. it becomes a thing marshalled only because he has the experience to focus elsewhere. in this case on the shifting muscle of sasuke's forearm as he feels him tense beneath him, the way unshed tears catch light in his eyelashes. cy seats himself fully in a ruthless drive, his other hand falling to brace against the mattress near sasuke's head.
this time, cy kisses him with no trace of tenderness, and then murmurs in his ear: ）
Dark hair, beautiful eyes. （ it's a callback that sasuke should recognize, the first time they'd done something like this together — albeit in genjutsu. ） Life will take root in your body, （ a brief lift of his hand, palm stroking down sasuke's abdomen to knead into the flesh where a child would grow. ） and you'll grit your teeth against that indignity too, won't you? You'll be my woman, my whore — the mother of my children. My war prize — forever.