[It's a filthy litany. There was a time Sasuke would not have been able to handle hearing a fraction of those words, let alone consider living them out — but now he drinks them down, greedy to possess every promise Cy gives him, wanting every mark, every permanent sign to show what Cy has done to his body. The desire is satisfied marginally in the moment by the bite Cy leaves on his throat; he can feel his own pulse in the leftover bruise that stakes the man's claim so vividly.

It's almost overwhelming to hear it all laid out at once, because he's never wanted something more than this dream of a future. When teeth pinch and pull savagely at the tender nipple of one of his breasts, he bears it as long as he can — letting that sting of the stretch widen into a greater pain until he finally buckles forward against Cy, whimpering.]

It's not. I want to be. [The thought of Cy's seed in him, taking root — he's desperate with it. The altered anatomy of this body only eases the passage of that fantasy as he grinds his cunt down as if there's more he can take.] I want to carry your child. I want all of those things, but this one — I can give it back to you. Something of me.

[Relying on Cy, as well as his own core strength, to keep him upright, his right hand slips down to cover the hand between his legs. He squeezes Cy's wrist with an urgency that trembles on his voice. Cy's fingers rub against the interior front of that vaginal wall and his palm is a hot, dragging pressure across that sore clit, perfect, close.]

Cy, I'm — I might come again. Please, will you let me come? I'm so full it hurts.