（ the change is barely noticeable given his state of mind — sasuke is only himself, in either body, and features that are absent or gained between them are ultimately irrelevant to him. he presses another kiss against his abdomen, and then: ）
But can it be once we're out of the shower? I think I just want to be here with you for now.
（ a tug to sasuke's hand pulls him into cy's lap, and he reaches for the soap again so he can start cleaning him elsewhere than just hair alone. he is as gentle and tender here as he wasn't during their scene, and every little mark or blemish laid on his skin gets paid mind, the ritual slow but exacting, merciless only in its thoroughness.
sasuke reciprocates in turn — and once they're finished cy disinfects and bandages his little wounds, bundles him into a towel and carries him back to the bed, setting him briefly into the chair. he's given a little bento of fruit and veggies, neatly cut, and water on the nearby end table, painkillers to be taken once he's had some food. and as sasuke works his way through those instructions, cy changes the sheets and takes the ropes down from where he'd tied them. the implements they'd used get cleaned and put away, and when the room looks nearly as it did when they first entered, he collects sasuke into his arms and settles on the bed. the light in the room is low, and he feels — tired, in a way that rarely settles so deeply in his bones.
cy kisses at his damp hair, adjusting towels and blankets until they're skin-to-skin. one hand strokes idly down sasuke's spine, then back up to press his palm over the back of his neck like the collar they'd left in the bathroom. his other hand cradles the boy's cock and balls in a way that's entirely without sexual drive, just — holding a part of him so lately bruised.
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（ the change is barely noticeable given his state of mind — sasuke is only himself, in either body, and features that are absent or gained between them are ultimately irrelevant to him. he presses another kiss against his abdomen, and then: ）
But can it be once we're out of the shower? I think I just want to be here with you for now.
（ a tug to sasuke's hand pulls him into cy's lap, and he reaches for the soap again so he can start cleaning him elsewhere than just hair alone. he is as gentle and tender here as he wasn't during their scene, and every little mark or blemish laid on his skin gets paid mind, the ritual slow but exacting, merciless only in its thoroughness.
sasuke reciprocates in turn — and once they're finished cy disinfects and bandages his little wounds, bundles him into a towel and carries him back to the bed, setting him briefly into the chair. he's given a little bento of fruit and veggies, neatly cut, and water on the nearby end table, painkillers to be taken once he's had some food. and as sasuke works his way through those instructions, cy changes the sheets and takes the ropes down from where he'd tied them. the implements they'd used get cleaned and put away, and when the room looks nearly as it did when they first entered, he collects sasuke into his arms and settles on the bed. the light in the room is low, and he feels — tired, in a way that rarely settles so deeply in his bones.
cy kisses at his damp hair, adjusting towels and blankets until they're skin-to-skin. one hand strokes idly down sasuke's spine, then back up to press his palm over the back of his neck like the collar they'd left in the bathroom. his other hand cradles the boy's cock and balls in a way that's entirely without sexual drive, just — holding a part of him so lately bruised.
then: ）
Do you have water dragons in your world?