[Good girl. The words fit the context of the scene, but he's also reminded of a moment not so long ago now where Cy had praised him the same way, an unexpected arousal twisting low in his belly as a result. Here it is denigrative in place of earlier's affection, but both have a potent effect — both leave him deliriously warm, possessed, embodying that blurry line between who he is and who he is pretending to be. It feels good to hear.
His hand twitches when his palm is kissed gently, but the words are directive and cold as his sore breast is fondled with that clinical attention. There's only one option, so he climbs to his feet, wavering slightly as he discovers his balance is upset by the additional weight of his midsection. It's strange to be pregnant, he discovers, even within the more comfortably controlled environment of a genjutsu — but he's thinking less of that and more of what Cy has in store for him as he obeys, walking to the adjacent chamber where he finds a bath full of warm water, waiting, skipping the monotony of preparation.
Cy's subtle cue wasn't missed. While he bathes, perfunctory in the scrub of soap that leaves pale skin gleaming pink, Cy will have what he wants, drawn from the creative ingenuity of the man's mind. So that when Sasuke dries off and walks out — naked, because these are the rules enforced on him, black hair like wet ink over slim shoulders — he discovers what Cy has crafted for him.
There is a moment where he — stares, more out of curiosity than anything else, although he won't deny there is some intimidation to approaching a machine like this. For the scene, he plays it like reluctance, lingering back.]
... I see. So, you've decided to torture me after all. Is this your "gift"?
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His hand twitches when his palm is kissed gently, but the words are directive and cold as his sore breast is fondled with that clinical attention. There's only one option, so he climbs to his feet, wavering slightly as he discovers his balance is upset by the additional weight of his midsection. It's strange to be pregnant, he discovers, even within the more comfortably controlled environment of a genjutsu — but he's thinking less of that and more of what Cy has in store for him as he obeys, walking to the adjacent chamber where he finds a bath full of warm water, waiting, skipping the monotony of preparation.
Cy's subtle cue wasn't missed. While he bathes, perfunctory in the scrub of soap that leaves pale skin gleaming pink, Cy will have what he wants, drawn from the creative ingenuity of the man's mind. So that when Sasuke dries off and walks out — naked, because these are the rules enforced on him, black hair like wet ink over slim shoulders — he discovers what Cy has crafted for him.
There is a moment where he — stares, more out of curiosity than anything else, although he won't deny there is some intimidation to approaching a machine like this. For the scene, he plays it like reluctance, lingering back.]
... I see. So, you've decided to torture me after all. Is this your "gift"?