[It shouldn't surprise him now, but that gentle love pours over him in a warm rush as Cy articulates a deep sentimentality he might have otherwise taken for granted, never noticed — bringing color and meaning to the thin mattress otherwise an insignificant fixture of the resort's cold care.

Sasuke takes a breath to steady himself, emotion heavy in his chest. It echoes back on the arousal he's already feeling until the wave becomes almost too much, shiver working through muscles, rigid and tense.]

No, that's... [Can't believe he's borderline feral horny and Cy is about to make him cry.] We can keep it. If it really means something to you.

[His right hand lifts, fingers combing through Cy's hair. All of the places he's touched are warm, well-loved, soft.]

But now I think you should carry me over to that bed. I'd rather have sex there.