[The implication is clear, and Cy is correct — draining some of that power from Cy's reserve, cold and malevolently tainted by its connection to Kulo Vayn, is manageable from within genjutsu. The allowance bolsters his own strength; Cy will feel it like a pinprick through the illusion sapping that channel of vitality, though knowing his regenerative abilities it won't be an enduring discomfort. Sasuke does his best to sooth over the roughest edges — Cy will feel him take a deep breath where they're cradled together in the bath, surroundings momentarily bright and sharp, steam pluming in a fragment of light before everything settles.
He's cleaned with no agency beneath those hands that own him, that feel him in every intimate place, and then he's picked up and carried from the bath in a dripping rain of water. Toweled off, placed naked on the bed that sits low to the ground, he has to crane his head to look up at the man's intimidating height.
That directive settles through him, a flame that torches his blood, already nodding before Cy has joined him and laid down to allow the positional change. There's no hesitation as he straddles the man's hips — at this point he can only pretend his resistance for so long, even in the guise of this scene, and his discipline has weathered enough torment that is is harder not to show how much he wants this too. As much as he enjoys every act they do together, every new source and version of pleasure Cy introduces him to — that moment where he feels Cy slide inside of him, no matter the form he occupies, is breathlessly perfect. He feels empty without this intimacy. He craves it like water, like air.
It's his cunt that he slips over the head of Cy's cock and bears down, finding himself still so wet inside the accommodation is little issue, stretch managed easily after being fucked open by the toy, muscles relaxed from ceaseless orgasms. Still, there's something to be said for this skin contact compared to the detachment of the machine; he shivers, bracing his right hand on Cy's abdomen to keep himself upright, more aware than ever of the physical changes to his body. The heavy breasts, swollen belly — both are so visible in this position that he looks away, embarrassed. He likes that in this fantasy he's carrying Cy's child, but he discovers that it's vulnerable to be on display like this, as a woman, pregnant — that is it not a state inherently meant to look attractive, in his own mind.]
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Date: 2024-09-10 11:30 pm (UTC)He's cleaned with no agency beneath those hands that own him, that feel him in every intimate place, and then he's picked up and carried from the bath in a dripping rain of water. Toweled off, placed naked on the bed that sits low to the ground, he has to crane his head to look up at the man's intimidating height.
That directive settles through him, a flame that torches his blood, already nodding before Cy has joined him and laid down to allow the positional change. There's no hesitation as he straddles the man's hips — at this point he can only pretend his resistance for so long, even in the guise of this scene, and his discipline has weathered enough torment that is is harder not to show how much he wants this too. As much as he enjoys every act they do together, every new source and version of pleasure Cy introduces him to — that moment where he feels Cy slide inside of him, no matter the form he occupies, is breathlessly perfect. He feels empty without this intimacy. He craves it like water, like air.
It's his cunt that he slips over the head of Cy's cock and bears down, finding himself still so wet inside the accommodation is little issue, stretch managed easily after being fucked open by the toy, muscles relaxed from ceaseless orgasms. Still, there's something to be said for this skin contact compared to the detachment of the machine; he shivers, bracing his right hand on Cy's abdomen to keep himself upright, more aware than ever of the physical changes to his body. The heavy breasts, swollen belly — both are so visible in this position that he looks away, embarrassed. He likes that in this fantasy he's carrying Cy's child, but he discovers that it's vulnerable to be on display like this, as a woman, pregnant — that is it not a state inherently meant to look attractive, in his own mind.]