[There's a gentle scoff, as if to intimate the thought: "Is that really so surprising?" After everything they've done up to this point, of course his coherence would be ruined by the act of sex with Cy — and certainly even more so on the heels of the words they've just shared, but Cy understands, and that sarcasm attests to it. His own expression only softens at the promise. He can't recall the last time he felt like this, so weightless and free, but it was probably in the Valley of the End.
Yet he knows that isn't quite accurate. At that time, it was like the emotion had scorched the bed of his mind, left him clean and empty. Here, he is full — the sentiment fills him like a cup, threatening to pour over the brim with that river channeled between them. All of the love and adoration and respect and trust that can possibly be embodied by one person. Cy is the fixture of his life, its center, bright as a star.]
I love you. [In French, though it slips in the space between translation the lyrical edge of it can just be made out.] I'll love you forever. Until I'm old, until I'm gone. And even after that. I'll never let you be without me.
[And perhaps he won't get old at all — if he can carve a space beside Cy, he'll stay there for the rest of time.
Sasuke goes to fucking himself down on the man's lap like he's desperate for it, which is true, rhythm an inelegant grind that does more to crush their bodies together than to show off skill or technique. It's a rough, ruthless pace. It's like the first time he ever tried this — pushing himself onto Cy's cock with a furious hunger that would not be sated, a wild abandon in the first real pleasure of his life, just wanting to feel the stretch of his ass until it begins to chafe with need for lubricant. And this time he'll test if Cy will let him keep going, bouncing on the man's dick even as a sheen of sweat prickles his brow and he has to catch his weight with his right hand on the mattress, panting hard from the effort of stamina. He maintains eye contact through it — the colored glow of his own gaze fiercely intense.]
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Date: 2024-07-26 03:11 am (UTC)Yet he knows that isn't quite accurate. At that time, it was like the emotion had scorched the bed of his mind, left him clean and empty. Here, he is full — the sentiment fills him like a cup, threatening to pour over the brim with that river channeled between them. All of the love and adoration and respect and trust that can possibly be embodied by one person. Cy is the fixture of his life, its center, bright as a star.]
I love you. [In French, though it slips in the space between translation the lyrical edge of it can just be made out.] I'll love you forever. Until I'm old, until I'm gone. And even after that. I'll never let you be without me.
[And perhaps he won't get old at all — if he can carve a space beside Cy, he'll stay there for the rest of time.
Sasuke goes to fucking himself down on the man's lap like he's desperate for it, which is true, rhythm an inelegant grind that does more to crush their bodies together than to show off skill or technique. It's a rough, ruthless pace. It's like the first time he ever tried this — pushing himself onto Cy's cock with a furious hunger that would not be sated, a wild abandon in the first real pleasure of his life, just wanting to feel the stretch of his ass until it begins to chafe with need for lubricant. And this time he'll test if Cy will let him keep going, bouncing on the man's dick even as a sheen of sweat prickles his brow and he has to catch his weight with his right hand on the mattress, panting hard from the effort of stamina. He maintains eye contact through it — the colored glow of his own gaze fiercely intense.]