（ there's a contemplative hm as he digests that response, and then: ）
See, you picked the humiliating option. That actually surprises me, given the stubborn adhesion you've had to your pride.
（ he leans forward in the chair, one arm braced on his knee as he reaches for one of sasuke's breasts, kneading roughly into the flesh and then squeezing until a glut of milk saturates his hand, splatters on the ground below them. ）
I think I'm going to do both anyway. Shh, shh — don't fight. I'll be gentle, since I think this is actually a big step for you. Accepting your place, your fate — sweetheart, short of bearing my child, that's about the best gift you could give me.
（ his touch is briefly gentled, almost a caress before he pulls away. ）
Just give me one sec, okay? I'm gonna fill out that dildo in your ass first so you've got some competing sensations to help you work through the pain.
（ he stands, pushing the chair back with an ominous shriek of wood on stone, stepping sideways to survey the machine. the dildo working his pussy gets an increase of its speed, the torturous slowness of the thrust increased to a more frantic pace. the other, as promised, gets an increase of its diameter, the hydraulic pump whirring as it fills the tight silicone sleeve with water from the reservoir. the water's warm thanks to genjutsu, so it won't be a shock to the system — but as he'd threatened, it will cause a rich heaviness as it thickens in his body. cy lingers a moment to ensure everything's working as intended, slaps sasuke once on the ass and then returns to his chair to take up the rod. ）
Count off on your hand for me, make a fist for five and start back at the beginning. Twenty to each breast. If you mess up the count, I'll start again. Make sure you control your breathing. Make a fist when you're ready for me to start.
（ of course, if he refuses he'll start anyway, but. #gettingsasuketoparticipateinhisowntormentishiskinktho. ）
the day sasuke says 'tits' outloud his sexism will be cured
See, you picked the humiliating option. That actually surprises me, given the stubborn adhesion you've had to your pride.
（ he leans forward in the chair, one arm braced on his knee as he reaches for one of sasuke's breasts, kneading roughly into the flesh and then squeezing until a glut of milk saturates his hand, splatters on the ground below them. ）
I think I'm going to do both anyway. Shh, shh — don't fight. I'll be gentle, since I think this is actually a big step for you. Accepting your place, your fate — sweetheart, short of bearing my child, that's about the best gift you could give me.
（ his touch is briefly gentled, almost a caress before he pulls away. ）
Just give me one sec, okay? I'm gonna fill out that dildo in your ass first so you've got some competing sensations to help you work through the pain.
（ he stands, pushing the chair back with an ominous shriek of wood on stone, stepping sideways to survey the machine. the dildo working his pussy gets an increase of its speed, the torturous slowness of the thrust increased to a more frantic pace. the other, as promised, gets an increase of its diameter, the hydraulic pump whirring as it fills the tight silicone sleeve with water from the reservoir. the water's warm thanks to genjutsu, so it won't be a shock to the system — but as he'd threatened, it will cause a rich heaviness as it thickens in his body. cy lingers a moment to ensure everything's working as intended, slaps sasuke once on the ass and then returns to his chair to take up the rod. ）
Count off on your hand for me, make a fist for five and start back at the beginning. Twenty to each breast. If you mess up the count, I'll start again. Make sure you control your breathing. Make a fist when you're ready for me to start.
（ of course, if he refuses he'll start anyway, but. #gettingsasuketoparticipateinhisowntormentishiskinktho. ）