[He wants to be there. With a desire so intense it almost trespasses over his self-control, Sasuke wants to be there — on all of those thousands of worlds — at this man's side. It is impossible to know what will happen, but he will tear apart the foundation of this dimension and every other that dares to keep him away from Cy if necessary. There has been no reason to test the extent of his abilities or his limitations within the resort, not when he is content with the days as they are — but if ever that changed, the House itself would have to bring him down. Separation is not something he will tolerate, not easily, not quietly. And perhaps that soothes some of the fear that still lives in him at the thought of having Cy taken from him. As long as he breathes, he will never, ever surrender the future where they might be together. He won't leave Cy alone. He'd die before he allowed it.
Cy continues speaking, spelling out that connection to family that is so naturally the next step for them, warm hand cradling his balls in a squeeze that inspires squirming only soothed by the stroke across his belly. And Sasuke's expression breaks into a smile — laughter spilling out, a little watery from his own tears but effusive, breath chuffing gently, because —]
Even now you're trying to protect me from struggle and suffering. It means more than I can say. But, I'd see it as the ultimate act of service to you, Cyram. I want to have your children. I want to carry them, even if it's hard. [His right hand fishes for the one that is still petting him, directing it back to his lower stomach if it has strayed, cupping over it so their flattened palms allow the stitch of intertwined fingers.] I won't say that it's off the table. I like the idea of knocking you up too. Making you mine, and no one else's.
[There's more deliberate movement now, reminding both of them how intimately they're connected, Cy's cock rigid and hot inside his body.]
As for the Sharingan... ah, can we discuss that later? It's getting difficult to concentrate. We shouldn't talk about children too often, or I'll — try to do it anyway, even in a place like this.
i can only say "they are not normal" so many times
Cy continues speaking, spelling out that connection to family that is so naturally the next step for them, warm hand cradling his balls in a squeeze that inspires squirming only soothed by the stroke across his belly. And Sasuke's expression breaks into a smile — laughter spilling out, a little watery from his own tears but effusive, breath chuffing gently, because —]
Even now you're trying to protect me from struggle and suffering. It means more than I can say. But, I'd see it as the ultimate act of service to you, Cyram. I want to have your children. I want to carry them, even if it's hard. [His right hand fishes for the one that is still petting him, directing it back to his lower stomach if it has strayed, cupping over it so their flattened palms allow the stitch of intertwined fingers.] I won't say that it's off the table. I like the idea of knocking you up too. Making you mine, and no one else's.
[There's more deliberate movement now, reminding both of them how intimately they're connected, Cy's cock rigid and hot inside his body.]
As for the Sharingan... ah, can we discuss that later? It's getting difficult to concentrate. We shouldn't talk about children too often, or I'll — try to do it anyway, even in a place like this.
[you are going to drive him CRAZY]