[If asked how he would like to spend today, he cannot think of a better answer than this — a tangle of limbs with Cy in bed, hours at their disposal in pursuit of each other's pleasure. He leans, chasing Cy's mouth for a kiss and tasting the warm, milky flavor of himself.
That question earns a considering tilt of his head.]
We could, but I'll have to borrow some of that information from your mind. I don't know what a machine like that is supposed to look like.
[Well, it wouldn't be the first time Sasuke's genjutsu has interwoven itself with Cy's creativity, so engineering wouldn't be much of a reach. By their powers combined...]
It could be — a first draft. So you know what you want to construct in reality. [The suggestion of roughness, with Cy's hand grazing his throat, makes him shift in his seat on Cy's lap.] ... How do you want me to appear? Physically, I mean.
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That question earns a considering tilt of his head.]
We could, but I'll have to borrow some of that information from your mind. I don't know what a machine like that is supposed to look like.
[Well, it wouldn't be the first time Sasuke's genjutsu has interwoven itself with Cy's creativity, so engineering wouldn't be much of a reach. By their powers combined...]
It could be — a first draft. So you know what you want to construct in reality. [The suggestion of roughness, with Cy's hand grazing his throat, makes him shift in his seat on Cy's lap.] ... How do you want me to appear? Physically, I mean.