īŧ he reaches up and curls one hand around sasuke's fingers just to hold him as he works the dildo out with the other. he murmurs instruction — when to relax, when to bear down, and eases it out slowly so that the pain of chafing and overuse is minimal. it, too, gets discarded in a corner of the shower, and then cy presses another kiss low on his belly before he stands. he can see the emotional catharsis taking place, and rather than speak to it he simply reinforces its importance and veracity with little touches, a kiss pressed against the boy's palm, and a loving caress to his cheek as he sits beside him. it's okay, every gesture lays bare between them. it's okay. if it's a lot, if it's overwhelming, if he needs to cry or examine his own feelings in another way. whatever the knife, they handle it together.
after a few minutes' quiet comfort, he shifts — cleaning supplies are taken out of the kit just outside the shower. shampoo, conditioner, a gentle body soap that can function as a disinfectant.
there's a shower mat draped over the curtain rod, and cy tugs it down and puts it in front of the bench, and then scoops sasuke up so he can rearrange him on the mat so cy can sit behind him. gently, he starts taking his hair from the braid, letting the strands spill like ink across pale skin. rather than start with shampoo, he actually conditions it first so that it's easier to get out any snarls or tangles, combing his fingers through it. he has his thighs around sasuke's torso, knees pressed in against his ribs, ankles crossed in the boy's lap. just holding him as he works. every spare moment occupied by a kiss when he leans forward, or a sentiment that's sweet and soft when he tucks long hair behind one of sasuke's ears. at one point he folds himself nearly in half just to wrap his arms over the top of sasuke's shoulders, elbows awkwardly bent so he can cup the boy's breasts, cradling or enveloping as much of him as he possibly can. īŧ
I don't think anyone's ever made this good for me the way you do.
īŧ he kisses at the side of his neck, and then just rests his chin on sasuke's shoulder. he's perched like an unfortunately flexible cryptid — though he's not terribly concerned with how he looks at the moment. īŧ
The way you can sob and beg for me, the way you can fight, all that beautiful defiance you worked so hard to show me. Thank you, t'che verai. Whatever else happens here, meeting you has been worth enduring anything.
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Date: 2024-07-17 11:33 pm (UTC)īŧ he reaches up and curls one hand around sasuke's fingers just to hold him as he works the dildo out with the other. he murmurs instruction — when to relax, when to bear down, and eases it out slowly so that the pain of chafing and overuse is minimal. it, too, gets discarded in a corner of the shower, and then cy presses another kiss low on his belly before he stands. he can see the emotional catharsis taking place, and rather than speak to it he simply reinforces its importance and veracity with little touches, a kiss pressed against the boy's palm, and a loving caress to his cheek as he sits beside him. it's okay, every gesture lays bare between them. it's okay. if it's a lot, if it's overwhelming, if he needs to cry or examine his own feelings in another way. whatever the knife, they handle it together.
after a few minutes' quiet comfort, he shifts — cleaning supplies are taken out of the kit just outside the shower. shampoo, conditioner, a gentle body soap that can function as a disinfectant.
there's a shower mat draped over the curtain rod, and cy tugs it down and puts it in front of the bench, and then scoops sasuke up so he can rearrange him on the mat so cy can sit behind him. gently, he starts taking his hair from the braid, letting the strands spill like ink across pale skin. rather than start with shampoo, he actually conditions it first so that it's easier to get out any snarls or tangles, combing his fingers through it. he has his thighs around sasuke's torso, knees pressed in against his ribs, ankles crossed in the boy's lap. just holding him as he works. every spare moment occupied by a kiss when he leans forward, or a sentiment that's sweet and soft when he tucks long hair behind one of sasuke's ears. at one point he folds himself nearly in half just to wrap his arms over the top of sasuke's shoulders, elbows awkwardly bent so he can cup the boy's breasts, cradling or enveloping as much of him as he possibly can. īŧ
I don't think anyone's ever made this good for me the way you do.
īŧ he kisses at the side of his neck, and then just rests his chin on sasuke's shoulder. he's perched like an unfortunately flexible cryptid — though he's not terribly concerned with how he looks at the moment. īŧ
The way you can sob and beg for me, the way you can fight, all that beautiful defiance you worked so hard to show me. Thank you, t'che verai. Whatever else happens here, meeting you has been worth enduring anything.