[He shivers at the obscenity of what Cy had promised to do, unable to keep from pressing himself forward into those hands, breasts still sore and seeking relief from the ache of their fullness.]

I suspect it was designed with this in mind, but maybe not for a specific fantasy. [Sasuke tilts his head thoughtfully.] I haven't used this form with anyone else. I know we didn't discuss that, but... I'm not sure I would be comfortable.

[The circumstances would have to be special with trust at the forefront, and the knowledge that he wouldn't be treated differently because of the way he looked. And Cy has laid that foundation first.]

Are my... bodily fluids [sorry he cannot say Milk,] — uh, did they really affect you?