[He drinks in those details, the union of both of their minds in the little ways Cy influences their surroundings — wearing the role of a warlord as much in demeanor as appearance. It feels like the room is owned by Cy, and it takes no effort from the Sharingan to craft that illusion as the man approaches. Cy is good at that all on his own.
Anticipation catches in his throat at the first touch, because by this narrative it has been a long time since he's been kissed, since the man who has captured him left on some violent campaign. There have been days between their last reunion, a separation that might have ached, or might have been a reprieve — he recognizes that he gets the space to choose how he wants to behave. They didn't lay any strict rules for his own part within the story, except for its eventual conclusion of love, which in continuity is not something he thinks could have been avoided. There's only so much he can pretend.
The piercings pull at sensitive flesh, nipples hard from exposure to the air in the sheer lack of clothing — silk enough to remain decent but easily removed at Cy's discretion. That hand sinks lower, down to where he's hot and wet between his legs already, intent on the jewel that glints from the folds of his cunt. The chain jingles as Cy follows it — and Sasuke has made a decision. His thighs fold open, and he watches the man through a veil of dark lashes.]
You didn't find some willing woman while you were gone? ... Or unwilling. [A cool tilt of his head, haughty, but seen-through. Defiant in a way that is more fragile than the last scene's determination. Jealous at the thought of Cy with someone else, but unwilling say it.] I'm surprised by your restraint.
[Playful, like a sharp blade in too-loose fingers — while the evidence of slick arousal between his legs speaks to his own need.]
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Anticipation catches in his throat at the first touch, because by this narrative it has been a long time since he's been kissed, since the man who has captured him left on some violent campaign. There have been days between their last reunion, a separation that might have ached, or might have been a reprieve — he recognizes that he gets the space to choose how he wants to behave. They didn't lay any strict rules for his own part within the story, except for its eventual conclusion of love, which in continuity is not something he thinks could have been avoided. There's only so much he can pretend.
The piercings pull at sensitive flesh, nipples hard from exposure to the air in the sheer lack of clothing — silk enough to remain decent but easily removed at Cy's discretion. That hand sinks lower, down to where he's hot and wet between his legs already, intent on the jewel that glints from the folds of his cunt. The chain jingles as Cy follows it — and Sasuke has made a decision. His thighs fold open, and he watches the man through a veil of dark lashes.]
You didn't find some willing woman while you were gone? ... Or unwilling. [A cool tilt of his head, haughty, but seen-through. Defiant in a way that is more fragile than the last scene's determination. Jealous at the thought of Cy with someone else, but unwilling say it.] I'm surprised by your restraint.
[Playful, like a sharp blade in too-loose fingers — while the evidence of slick arousal between his legs speaks to his own need.]