（ there's a dizzying moment when he barely feels his own body — when it seems more as if he's a casual observer of the experience. the smell of sex and sweat feel seedy beneath the light floral scent of whatever was used to clean the room last. the mattress has skidded across the floor several inches from where they first started with the natural rhythm of their bodies, and part of his mind splinters off to examine the force versus friction versus mass mathematical mess of it all, idly spinning a web of equations the way an artist might mix paint to smear a sunrise on bare canvas.
sasuke has his fingers hooked in the ring of the collar, and cy lifts his own to — in turn — wrap around his wrist. steadying him as much as holding him. another point of connection, when it feels like too much could equally well mean never enough.
he could draw it out. he could wait until sasuke is desperate and erratic in his movements, until he's sobbing and wrung out, until he's come more times from the influence of the secondary suit than the capacity of a human body should allow. but there's time enough for that, and right now he wants to do what he'd offered, what he'd threatened. on the next downward flex of sasuke's hips, cy drops his free hand to hold him there, firm against him. his right, which had been braced against sasuke's wrist, skirts upwards along the boy's arm to his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss as he comes. orgasm builds from a deep, deep wellspring of want and lust and love, and he can't quite stop the shiver that chases it, riding it out through myriad kisses and the butt of his temple against sasuke's as he breathes. soft praise spills from his lips as the storm rolls through him and settles — the one thing that doesn't abate is his grip on sasuke's hip, ensuring they stay bound together like the promise of a taken name. ）
I love you.
（ — is the murmur that cuts through all else, said as cy adjusts his right hand, arm a hot pressure against sasuke's back, holding him tenderly. ）
My perfect, strong, beautiful man. You'll be mine until the end.
（ he says that, barely audible, whispered to sasuke's ear with an intimacy that goes beyond sex and into boundless eternity. one final flex of his pelvic muscles buries a softening cock as deeply into sasuke's body as physics allows, and then: ）
Just let me hold you a bit longer. Then we can get our freak on until your heart's contented, mm?
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sasuke has his fingers hooked in the ring of the collar, and cy lifts his own to — in turn — wrap around his wrist. steadying him as much as holding him. another point of connection, when it feels like too much could equally well mean never enough.
he could draw it out. he could wait until sasuke is desperate and erratic in his movements, until he's sobbing and wrung out, until he's come more times from the influence of the secondary suit than the capacity of a human body should allow. but there's time enough for that, and right now he wants to do what he'd offered, what he'd threatened. on the next downward flex of sasuke's hips, cy drops his free hand to hold him there, firm against him. his right, which had been braced against sasuke's wrist, skirts upwards along the boy's arm to his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss as he comes. orgasm builds from a deep, deep wellspring of want and lust and love, and he can't quite stop the shiver that chases it, riding it out through myriad kisses and the butt of his temple against sasuke's as he breathes. soft praise spills from his lips as the storm rolls through him and settles — the one thing that doesn't abate is his grip on sasuke's hip, ensuring they stay bound together like the promise of a taken name. ）
I love you.
（ — is the murmur that cuts through all else, said as cy adjusts his right hand, arm a hot pressure against sasuke's back, holding him tenderly. ）
My perfect, strong, beautiful man. You'll be mine until the end.
（ he says that, barely audible, whispered to sasuke's ear with an intimacy that goes beyond sex and into boundless eternity. one final flex of his pelvic muscles buries a softening cock as deeply into sasuke's body as physics allows, and then: ）
Just let me hold you a bit longer. Then we can get our freak on until your heart's contented, mm?