[There's a slight huff, amused at Cy's portrayal of his abilities — because it's not really so inaccurate — and then allows himself to focus on the task. Their hands meet, braiding fingers together as his own expression gentles into one that speaks to the volume of his own feelings for this man who has already changed his life beyond recognition.]
All right. I trust you.
[It isn't difficult to slip into the stream of Cy's energy — it emanates from him, a tireless current of power so alien to the chakra channels he is more accustomed to finding. Where the Rinnegan continually drains him (though negligible in a place like the resort that doesn't require him to fight), this is a different feeling, a tug in the opposite direction — feeding his reserves that vibrant, cold shock of vitality until it fills his whole body. He only takes a small amount, like a sip at the rim of a cup; still it pulses electrically through him until he's bright-eyed, awake, dizzyingly aroused.
Legs close more tightly round Cy's body as his hips roll up, seeking touch. Breath escapes him — and he's surprised by a flicker of fire from his lips, like a candle flame, extinguished when he closes his mouth. His tongue tastes a little sooty.]
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Date: 2024-07-21 05:57 pm (UTC)All right. I trust you.
[It isn't difficult to slip into the stream of Cy's energy — it emanates from him, a tireless current of power so alien to the chakra channels he is more accustomed to finding. Where the Rinnegan continually drains him (though negligible in a place like the resort that doesn't require him to fight), this is a different feeling, a tug in the opposite direction — feeding his reserves that vibrant, cold shock of vitality until it fills his whole body. He only takes a small amount, like a sip at the rim of a cup; still it pulses electrically through him until he's bright-eyed, awake, dizzyingly aroused.
Legs close more tightly round Cy's body as his hips roll up, seeking touch. Breath escapes him — and he's surprised by a flicker of fire from his lips, like a candle flame, extinguished when he closes his mouth. His tongue tastes a little sooty.]
... Oh.