[There was a time where he could not have handled that love. It pours out of Cy, so well-sculpted, so well-shaped that it fills every part of him, every empty crevice and crack and corner of his mind as if he has plunged himself into an ocean. The warmth closing over his head is familiar. It seems made from Cy's blood, Cy's beating heart, endless in the way of his power that Sasuke has felt before — immense, revitalizing itself instantly, a depth that drops away beneath his feet to suggest the long years Cy has lived, immortal and ancient. More than one man despite the way he appears to Sasuke in everyday life, yet no less than one whole person who has nurtured him through the worst hurts he has ever experienced. Explaining, communicating, teaching him what all of it means — shining a light into the dark to illuminate his most shameful secrets.
It feels like being in two places at once, his mind plunged into Cy's thoughts and feelings while his body exists in the illusive reality they've constructed together with his ancestors' power. Cy kisses him and it's like being cradled in a scalding heat, that love leaving bruises on his hips and scorch marks in his mind — pain that fades to a dull, pleasant ache. Only evidence of where Cy has willingly trespassed, where Sasuke has willingly surrendered himself to be touched and held in this hallowed place.
He gasps into the kiss, forgetting his own insecurity. He wonders why he had felt it at all. The tears in his eyes spill over, made from relief more than sadness, as if he is taking the first real breath of his entire life. Love tangles into the lust, inseparable, so that it becomes unclear to him which of the two precedes the other, and then Cy moves below him — inside of him — and it doesn't matter.
Cyram. He wants to rewrite himself with that name. He wants to carve it into his skin and wear it for the rest of his life.]
Cyram, [is the choked little sound he makes, knees squaring themselves on the bed to bear his weight.] Fuck me. Please. Make love to me — ruin me. [He's saying it through his own tears, rough and raspy and desperate.] I'll stay with you forever. I'll never leave you alone again.
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Date: 2024-09-14 07:23 pm (UTC)It feels like being in two places at once, his mind plunged into Cy's thoughts and feelings while his body exists in the illusive reality they've constructed together with his ancestors' power. Cy kisses him and it's like being cradled in a scalding heat, that love leaving bruises on his hips and scorch marks in his mind — pain that fades to a dull, pleasant ache. Only evidence of where Cy has willingly trespassed, where Sasuke has willingly surrendered himself to be touched and held in this hallowed place.
He gasps into the kiss, forgetting his own insecurity. He wonders why he had felt it at all. The tears in his eyes spill over, made from relief more than sadness, as if he is taking the first real breath of his entire life. Love tangles into the lust, inseparable, so that it becomes unclear to him which of the two precedes the other, and then Cy moves below him — inside of him — and it doesn't matter.
Cyram. He wants to rewrite himself with that name. He wants to carve it into his skin and wear it for the rest of his life.]
Cyram, [is the choked little sound he makes, knees squaring themselves on the bed to bear his weight.] Fuck me. Please. Make love to me — ruin me. [He's saying it through his own tears, rough and raspy and desperate.] I'll stay with you forever. I'll never leave you alone again.