[His heart races a little faster as Cy secures him in place with that meticulous care, unable to fully mask the excitement for its novelty even within genjutsu, the full restraint denying all possible movement. It isn't the first time Cy has used bondage on him, but never to a degree like this — once his long hair is fastened above, he can't manage a full turn to look behind him. The anticipation of what waits for him there, in the form of those two penetrative devices, is thrilling. There is a surrendering of control here beyond all they've explored, sheltered in the safe environment of his own domain so no real harm will come beyond what he allows.

It doesn't matter. He would put his body in Cy's hands, regardless of what he might suffer. The trust runs so deep it is second only to the blood that keeps him alive.

That threat, and its obvious conclusion, makes Sasuke swallow hard enough to feel the collar's restrictive leather around his throat. He wants Cy's cock in his mouth so bad that it aches. But — he can't let the illusion of the scene fracture, so he turns a dark-eyed glare onto the man instead. Willful, petulant — a fire that hasn't burned out even if part of him has come to crave this man's ownership and possession of him.

His ass is tolerant to the first slide of the dildo's length, although there's soon a strain, muscles locking up on instinct until self-preservation (and, ultimately, trained experience) has him regulating his breath and forcing a physical relaxation.]

Why would I do that? If you wanted me to obey you, then you should have stayed to ensure it.

[The cuffs around his ankles clatter as he shifts on his feet, a meager adjustment in the bent-over posture he's made to hold. Tugging a little away from the dildo — pushing it an inch back out of his hole.]

I only have to be yours when you're here.

[A purposeful mockery, as if to plant some insinuation of who he might be fucking while Cy is gone on his war campaigns.]