（ and cy — lets him. surrendering, for the moment, active participation in the scene itself. forcing sasuke to use his body to please him with no recourse, no tender alternative save to rock against him in an unsteady staccato. cy lets him until exhaustion seems to threaten — one knee slips, his breathing jagged, worn down not just by the physicality but equally as much by the maintenance of this genjutsu. sasuke ends up panting, cheek pressed against the mattress as he flexes powerful thighs to drive his body backwards, and finally — finally cy has mercy on him.

he stills him with a touch and a soft shh. then he folds himself over sasuke's back, stroking his body — those magnificent tits, the curve of his belly, the plane of his flank. his hand roves to sasuke's right shoulder, and when he gets to the boy's elbow he straightens up and jerks sasuke's arm off the bed so any hope of supporting himself is dashed.

he hooks his elbow against sasuke's, pulling the boy up at an angle that will make him immediately, intimately aware of the pressure on his bladder, and lets his hand curl into the belt he'd tied against his opposite shoulder, effectively pinioning him as if he were a trapped bird. this forces both sasuke's shoulders back, making the prominence of his breasts and pregnancy a matter of display, not something easily hidden or ignored. ）

Legs together. （ is the instruction that follows — keeping his spine arched and pussy jutted backwards, he should be allowed the reward of being able to squeeze his thighs together for what little relief it offers. ） I own you, （ cy murmurs, a flex of pelvic muscles making his cock twitch where it's buried deeply inside sasuke. a kiss is pressed against his shoulder. ） Every part of you. The good things, the bad things, the ones that've hurt you. I own all of that, until you die. Say it.

（ say it, he says, as he holds sasuke fast and pulls back just enough to sink into him deep. ）