[He braces for the distance he's carried in that short trip across the room, limbs clinging to Cy as he's dropped in a languid sprawl across the bed — he turns his cheek to rub against the soft fibers of that orange blanket, familiar, treasured for the reminder of one of the first gifts Cy had ever given him. Directed to undress, Sasuke is quick to obey, peeling out of his clothes until his body is bare to scrutiny. There is some nostalgia shaken loose by Cy's words — how once he hid himself from view, shied from the warm hands on him now as they're rearranged into intimate position.

The progress they've made across these days they've been together eludes him at times, but now it is clear and vivid and close. He meets that kiss, eager for it, burning down to the core for Cy's lips against his own, Cy's tongue dragging hot into his mouth. There are wet fingers between his legs, near his hole, and when Cy pauses to ask that question he huffs into it.]

You're not wrong to assume. This is usually how we do it.

[His brow creases thoughtfully for a moment, and then in a surge of strength he pushes Cy onto his back, completing a straddle across the man's waist in the process. His right hand reaches behind to guide lube-slick fingers into his hole in a hard push. One, two, three — however many Cy is willing to give him at once. It feels easy to relax into it, like the Diamond on his palm has carved him into pliant willingness, a fluency of arousal that turns his blood hot and torrid.]

I'll ride your cock like I did the first time. Do you remember? You had to slow me down, because my instinct was to go at it ruthlessly, because it felt so good I couldn't control myself... [Sasuke mimics this, grinding his ass down against Cy's knuckles.] I'd never taken a cock before. Yours was the first. And I want yours to be the last.