[He's imagined it, since Cy performed the act for him—branded now into his memory with real and visceral permanency. And every time the thought has come into his head since, it was always Cy whose knees he sank between. Always Cy who steadied him with hands in his hair, dark and filthy words in his ear. What does he taste like? What would it feel like? The hunger is like fire in his belly, warming straight through to an ache of arousal.
Swallowing, throat working around the shortcake—and though he tastes it, a muted kind of sweetness with the matcha—he's more interested in the flavor salt on Cy's thumb against his lower lip.]
For the record, if there's ever anything you want to try, we can do it. There's a few things I'm not super fond of, but I don't mind doing for instructional purposes or interest. Whether you wanna top or bottom, or try Domming or subbing, sweetheart, I am open to possibility. My body is your playground, go wild.
[The way his traumatized little Grinch heart grows every time Cy calls him sweetheart. He's never going to get used to it.]
What don't you like?
[The idea of practicing something Cy wouldn't be into is—unappealing, but he doesn't know what would even make that list. Cy's experience is so expansive.]
Well, not a big fan of being pissed on. Or crapped on, I've held way too many babies to make that erotic literally at all.
（ the least normal way of saying 'no scat or watersports' actually. ）
I don't get anything out of someone trying to humiliate me during sex. Not really into like, animal roleplay. Garden variety pet play is kinda 'eh'. I'm not gonna take somebody out for walkies on a leash while they bark like a dog, but I respect their desire to play out that kink. Rimming — tongue in someone's ass basically — is hit or miss based on personal hygiene. If I'm gonna do that one I usually make a point of having a sexy mutual scrub down in the shower first so everybody's nice and provably tidy.
（ he gives it a moment's consideration, then: ）
Some people are into DDLG/LB stuff, which is short for 'Daddy Dom/Little Girl or Boy'. That's where there's often a component of infantilization, or age regression, and a focus on a kinda parental style caretaking. It can be sexual but isn't always. Not really into that either. It's not a trigger — something that upsets me, something traumatic, me or weirds me out as an FYI — it just doesn't turn me on, either. I guess most of the things I don't really care for are tied in some way to someone acting outside themselves somehow, assuming a completely different persona or changing significantly from how they present normally. Like, one of the things in the BDSM community is that you step carefully so you're not shaming anyone for a kink — because a lot of them come from trauma or experiences that people are trying to work through — and they're a hundred percent valid for that reason, but it's not for me.
（ a bit of a laugh. ）
I guess just don't piss on me or slap me and call me a pussy during sex, or express an urge to use a litter box and eat tuna off a plate and we're probably fine for the most part. Oh, and while I meant what I said about like, Every Kink Is Valid — fuck the weirdos who want to take their kinks out to like a public park, even if it's just like... wheeling your slave in a gimp suit around on a wagon or something. Involving other people in your kink without consent is a big ol' fucking nope from me. Kink shit stays in kink space, and I will fight god about that one.
[Having only recently been exposed to the concept of kinks, not to mention that he may possess some of his own—dubious, questionable, though normalized/accepted by Cy—he listens, grasping for some comprehension. He is grateful that Cy explains as he goes, even as the sexually explicit images stack up in his mind to a towering height of unimaginable crudity.
Sincerely, Sasuke did not know sex could be so complex.
"Gimp suit"? He will not pursue that one.]
... I don't know that I would be interested in any of that. [A blowjob is the most sexually deviant act he has considered recently, next to the actual "sex" he would like to have with Cy, someday. And the toys Cy had gifted him? So, so lewd. Downright obscene.] Some of it sounds unsanitary. But no, I...
[Hm.]
I wouldn't want to expose myself like that publicly either. [He can hardly imagine holding someone's hand in visible line of sight.] How did anyone come up with these things?
（ he reaches for another little piece of celery off the crudités plate, chewing on it as he speaks: ）
I don't have a problem with public sex. I actually do monitoring in a dungeon — kink dungeon, not the other kind — back home, which basically means that I make sure things are safe and above board for the participants. I've had some good fun running free use scenes, for instance — setting a sub up to be used by other men or women while I oversee it. But that's still behind kinda-closed doors, you know?
（ but while they're on the topic he should probably say more about what he does like. ）
By the way — no pressure on my likes either. I know you're getting the hang of that by now, so I won't keep harping on it, but for my own peace of mind — happy to float these ideas your way, and never do them if they don't appeal to you. （ given the gravity of what they discussed not too long ago, he's sure sasuke will get why the extra step of clarity exists. ） I like doing things like spankings, flogging, general impact play. Getting someone so worked over they can't sit down after is pretty fucking nice — but the aftercare is absolutely critical there and I wouldn't ever scene without it. Knife play's a harder sell, needs a lot of trust on both sides. Tying people up, blindfolding them, edging, orgasm denial, all that kinda stuff. Fucking love using sex toys on a partner, which you might've figured out by now. Getting people to beg is... ah.
（ he shakes his head just a bit, and makes a breathy exhalation of sound. ）
Well, let's just say it turns my crank. Whether part of the scene is that they're begging me to stop but not safewording out, or they're begging me to — I don't know, fuck them, fill them, come inside them, let them come, it doesn't really matter to me. All forms equally welcome. But if you don't wanna get into any of that yet, or ever, that's fine too. Straight up vanilla sex is also pretty great, and I already know I'm gonna want to fuck you a thousand different ways without ever breaking out a set of fuzzy handcuffs, so the rest is up to you.
[He cannot possibly listen to Cy describe what he enjoys and remain unaffected. Where the previous descriptions had shriveled some of that interest, now it's renewed, stoked by the drawling cadence of Cy's voice. The variety is difficult for his mind to grasp onto specificity—but listening to those words, appended at the end by such a bold statement of intent, is enough.
The rush of arousal is hot, vivid. Sitting on the blanket, Sasuke is aware of the sudden pulse between his own folded thighs, cock stirring, attention dovetailing from the meal altogether. He is aware that he wants... all of that, or at least he wants to try it. Pain, knives, obedience and control. Even the humiliating thought of begging. Under Cy's hands, anything feels possible—at least in that moment, in the blasé and confident way it's intoned.]
Cyram.
[Low and almost petulant, he hesitates on how to approach this sudden predicament of tunnel-visioned lust. His face is undeniably red.]
（ wow he is watching a sexual awakening in real time. sasuke's face darkens with colour, and cy just grins at him, and then leans into his space and noses at his cheek. drops a kiss, soft and sure, against one corner of his mouth. ）
[That's what you get for essentially dirty talking him.]
I don't care. [In a show of surprising initiative and physicality, this time Sasuke turns his head, seeking a full kiss, needy with the seal of hard pressure over Cy's mouth.] Your room is larger, but mine is cleaner.
[What about the food? ... The birds can eat it, for all he cares in that moment.]
（ well, the press of sasuke's mouth over his means the laugh that'd been on his lips gets swallowed down. he does kiss back, tasting the strawberries of only minutes ago. ）
We can do yours. I know you're a fastidious little bitch.
（ that word could be an insult from anyone else. from cy, it just sounds like sweetheart in another tongue. ）
Let me drop the food off — there's a place that takes donations for the low rank scrubs like us — and then I'll meet you there? Any particular thing on the list strike your fancy? Because if you're itching for me to stick anything up your ass I'm gonna send you back to your room to get yourself ready while I get the food sitch sorted.
[It's more difficult, in this addled state of arousal that is swiftly steering an articulate mind out of reach, to communicate. Yet he tries—it is important to, and there's a ribbon of determination in him knotting tightly, because he wants this. He wants to express that he wants this, and to overcome what had halted him last time.
The crass words don't feel like an insult, only livening another little flutter of interest in his stomach.]
Yes, I want to try it again. With your fingers and with the toy.
[Maybe he is getting ahead of himself—but the barrier of fear has eased, partly because Cy's treatment of him has not changed since that failed attempt. That foundation of reassurance has held.]
[Sasuke exhales a harsh breath through his nose, but otherwise outwardly schools his reaction, except for how his right hand fists over a thigh, knuckles whitening. His right eye is very dark—his left that eerie lilac half-covered by a fringe of hair.]
（ what is this 'unfortunately', that's like an early birthday or a late christmas gift to him, thanks. and there's no denying it stirs arousal in him, too — sir has always hit just a little harder than it maybe should. ）
Oh, he learns so quick.
（ he doesn't need to touch him to teleport him, but he does it anyway, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his mouth. ）
Remember to keep your eyes closed.
（ he warned him once, and not without reason. the void isn't exactly the safest place for humans. but now, he's confident enough that sasuke will obey him, and in a brief glimmer of that awful energy, he yeets the kid back to his room.
from there, it's just packing up the food. mindless busy work, done without really thinking about it, all his focus and attention already primed on sasuke. he's pretty sure the kid would have stripped down to nothing and all but jumped on the dildo the way he was all fired up there — but there's a warm, soft, certain confidence there too, that he'd be respectful enough of cy's preferences, temperament and triggers to have given himself a bit of grace about it, too. to have gone just slow enough as youthful impatience allows.
and he is thinking about it, still, when he transmats over to the food bank, and drops off the remainder of the platter — having carefully sorted out what was touched versus what was untouched. he chats a bit with the person tending the window, an easy, playful sort of conversation that comes so naturally to him, that's intended to build up sasuke's impatience with the time it's taking him to get there.
then it's a quick jaunt back to his room to grab that blanket still wrapped in its gift bag (which, for some ungodly reason, has a dick on it. really? at a store for bedding?) before he transmats into sasuke's small space. ）
cw nsfw now and 🙏 hopefully sasuke doesn't cockblock himself
[The void is a small discomfort to endure for hastening the process toward this new goal. Sasuke's eyes are obediently closed; when the cold recedes, he is standing in his cramped room, all in order.
In a departure from that fastidiousness, he sheds the thick, navy sweater overhead as if it is now a burdensome weight, tossing it thoughtlessly to the ground. Shoes kicked from heels, socks peeled and discarded, pants and underwear slipped off narrow hips and left in place where he stood. Gracefully Sasuke climbs onto the low mattress, digging out the gifted box from beneath to retrieve what he needs—the lubricant first, then the dildo. The plug is left untouched; it's something he wants to try, eventually, but not right now.
Just slow enough holds true. By the time it takes Cy to teleport into the room, he's only worked himself up to two fingers, an extent previously tested. He's lying half on his stomach with his right arm twisted behind him, wrist turned to attempt a good angle, slippery knuckles pushed in past the rim of a hole, yet experience still woefully inept at even knowing where to find that sensitive prostate Cy had targeted. The sheets of his bed are tangled at ankles—suggesting that he's squirmed around to find the best way to lie.
And like that stipulation before, his untended cock rests heavy between pale, toned thighs if mostly hidden by his positioning, its length flushed with the ruddy-colored need of neglect.
As soon as Cy's presence is felt, discolored eyes snap over. He doesn't try to hide himself as he had with the blanket last time. Arousal is too twisted up in him, too impatiently funneled for being made to wait.]
You took your time.
[It's a statement of frustration that might mean something if it hadn't come out in such a grainy, breathy voice. And if his skin wasn't pink with the strain of trying to finger himself so slowly.]
（ cy sets the gift bag down, nudging it nearer under the bed with one foot as he too takes his shoes off. ）
Ah, well. I wanted to make you wait.
（ not as a punishment. not as a form of neglect. but because he likes letting the anticipation build and swell and crash down all at once, and he reaches out to touch one fine-boned ankle, gently smoothing his thumb against the jutting bone of the lateral malleolus. it's a bracing, encouraging touch, and then he steps back so he can gather up the carelessly scattered clothing. which he folds. ）
You got pretty far on your own, though. At this rate you might not even need me.
（ it's teasing and playful, no real weight behind it as statements go. he knows better than to let it seem too seriously considered, which is why he almost immediately follows it up with: ）
Here, keep your hand where it is. I'm gonna slip in a finger with you. Teamwork, and all that.
（ he does grab the cleaning wipes out from under the bad, wiping his hands down meticulously (he could've stopped in at the bathroom, but honestly it didn't occur to him) and then he's hunting about for the lube until he finds it caught in the rucked up coil of the sheet. he lubes up his fingers, and then there's the dip of his weight on the bed behind sasuke as he positions himself there. one hand is rested gently against the curve of the hip more into the mattress, steady and reassuring — but the other hand is laid overtop sasuke's own, and it's with an absolutely aching slowness that he works his middle finger in alongside sasuke's. his hand traps the boy's in against the cleft of his ass, and now the angle lets him lean over along the length of his back to kiss one bare shoulder. ）
[The touch at his ankle is unexpectedly tender, a passing intimacy that makes Sasuke shiver in the hot wake of anticipation, eyes following Cy's movements around the room with a dogged, hungry stare. Any spike of worry that he's crossed a boundary by getting this far is eased when the weight of the man's body bends over top of him, when that steadying hand takes hold of one hip and the other—]
Ah, [a low exhalation tugs out of his throat at the added width of three fingers breathes the rim of his hole. It aches deliciously to feel so stretched; at the bottom of the bed, toes curl and he stirs, trying to roll back and sink more deeply onto the thick penetration of knuckles. The warmth of Cy's hand, the strength as his wrist is pinned to the curve of his ass and immobilized, all goes straight to his head and his cock. He can feel it twitch, leaking a new stream of sticky precum between his belly and the bed.]
... It's good. It doesn't hurt.
[The words stumble, but they're true. They're trying.]
（ it's a soothing murmur, as another kiss is pressed down against the spot that sasuke's suit has only barely started to show against his pale skin.
inside sasuke, he lets his finger brush against the boy's own. the gesture is all the more intimate for the placement of their hands and the press of their fingers. not a good angle for the prostate so he doesn't even try, but he does press his hand in just a little closer, driving himself a little deeper in.
his left hand goes to brace himself against the mattress instead, which lets him fold himself in against sasuke's back just a little, letting the boy take his weight so he can murmur against the shell of his ear — ）
Roll your hips back — fuck yourself against our hands. I'll hold us steady, don't worry about it. Try a few different angles, figure out what feels good. Let's get you off, huh? You think you can come for me, Sasuke?
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[It feels good. It feels impossibly, irrevocably good to have Cy's weight bear down on him, solid and warm with the chafe of clothes against his own fully naked skin. The contrast of sensation, the cooing praise in his ear, the instruction—he feels primed to everything that Cy puts in front of him, ready and eager to satisfy that expectation, to please.
Obediently his hips rock, an inelegant rhythm based more on feel than performance, trusting Cy to keep him held in place. Grinding, rubbing, chasing the bright crash of an orgasm. Knuckles curl inside the tight channel of his ass, so full he can barely move them, Cy's own middle finger like a wedge that keeps him feeling open and stretched and connected to the man.]
Mmhm. [Thoughtlessly hummed as needy hips continue to alternate between the bedsheet and their joined fingers, he fights for all the friction he can get against his dripping cock.] Cy...
[The name is a moan, this time, if strained quiet behind teeth. There's a moment where he feels that he gets close—both to the edge of coming, and to the electric shivering pleasure of nerves—but then it wans, and he's panting into the pillow, lashes flickering.]
Yeah you can, sweetheart. You can do it. Arch your back right here — （ the warmth against sasuke's back disappears as cy straightens up, not quite willing to let sasuke take all his weight so he can free up the hand braced flat against the mattress. he strokes the small of sasuke's back, encouraging him to change the alignment of his hips there. ） and push back. Remember, prostate's towards the front of your body so this is a hard angle to hit it, hold your fingers like this —
（ he shifts the placement of his hand just a little, and moves his finger just enough, first knuckle curled over so there's no risk of hitting anything with his nails, and so it broadens the feeling of fullness within him, and makes it just that much easier to hit it on a backwards buck of his hips. ）
You just have to relax. Trust your body. Don't get frustrated, I've got you. It's okay if it takes time.
（ actually — ）
Here, wait, I've got an idea — don't fight.
（ he sits up more fully on his knees, knees dug into the mattress between sasuke's thighs, and then he reaches under the boy and hefts him up onto his own knees, holding him up when he feels them buckling slightly against the strain. he sandwiches their arms between them — perhaps a little uncomfortably but not in any way he minds — flush between their bodies, and his left forearm seats itself against the boy's sternum, palm flat against the suprasternal notch, fingers and thumb hooked in against the muscles above the collarbone. there's no impediment to breathing, but there's certainly the suggestion that it could become a reality with a slip of his hand. ）
[It would be easy to fall into that frustration. To chase it, ruthlessly, and wring the orgasm out of him with less pleasure than simple, brutal relief. Yet Cy's voice corrals him, guides him away from that habit of disregard for his body; he's only ever trusted himself in battle. Not like this, bare to the flesh and wrapped up in someone else's arms. The vulnerability is as frightening as before, but it's much easier to bear when it's Cy. Cy.
He's gasped the name again like a litany, desperate as he's first maneuvered into an arched back, hips and ass a sinuous curve all the way down to the joined intrusion of their slippery, lubed fingers. Then another hungry suck of air as he's pulled to his knees, upright, head lolling back to brace on Cy's strong shoulder in exposure of the throat, the ridge of a collar, the flat sternum.
Arm trapped by their bodies, a fractured sound emerges when that warm hand slips to the bottom of a throat. The divot of a collarbone hammers with the heavy pulse of his heart, stuttering a little quicker on the ridge of—something like fear mixed into excitement. He wouldn't allow anyone else to hold him like this. Fatal, to put his body into hands that could rend him apart. But it's Cy.
He's not fighting. I've got you, those sweet words enough to sink under, carrying him along. Fingertips hook at a better angle, a deeper angle, managing to graze that tender area of nerves, and the sound it fishes out of Sasuke is high and shattered and shivering. An all-over feeling of release that blisters and burns.]
There. It's... there, Cyram — hah...
[He comes, hips twitching hard, cock untouched as his release stripes the bedsheet—and in his earlier haste, he's forgotten to lay down a towel—a wet mess that darkens fabric immediately. And he's boneless in Cy's grasp, held up only by the other's strength, ass clenched furiously tight over their fingers.]
（ no towel. tactical error. but he doesn't mind cleaning up, even if for the time being he just holds the boy as he rides out the orgasm. cy strokes his left hand against sasuke's throat, voice an easy murmur of sweet nothings in his ear, letting his body slacken in the aftermath. for as long as he needs, cy just holds him without protest or strain, the slight weight nearly nothing to a god. ）
Look at you, sweetheart.
（ a kiss to the side of his neck, the junction of his shoulder, the spot just behind one ear. the praise comes easy and natural — nothing sasuke hasn't heard from him before, but important to carry him down nevertheless. ）
That was magnificent. You did so well. You're so pretty fucked out and spent in my arms, huh? I could hold you like this for hours.
（ but that'd be an undue hardship on the one who, between them, isn't immortal. so once he feels the tight heat of sasuke's ass lessen its brutal clench, he eases his hand out very carefully, and helps the boy with a tug at his wrist to follow suit.
mindful of where not to put sticky fingers, he gets sasuke settled down on his back on the narrow bed, well away from the stupid scratchy blanket with its new wet spot (he does in fact bunch it up one-handed and chuck it off the bed). he bends down, and laps at a cooling smear of come that had instead gotten on sasuke's belly. it's with an agonizing slowness that he repeats the almost ritualistic tonguing at his cock as it softens with release. he's not trying to tease, or to drive sasuke to overstimulation — the ministrations are gentle and as unintrusive as he can manage, the only goal the easy physicality of the act, of tidying at least the mess of this immediate proximity.
when he's satisfied, he presses a kiss against the shaft, and has to slip entirely off the bed to kiss anything further south than that. similar kisses are pressed against the insides of sasuke's thighs, against his balls, regardless of where the lube might have had contact transfer. one last kiss is pressed against the inside of his knee, and then he's groping down into that box (he's going to have to buy him more of those stupid wipes if they keep this up) and coming up with some cleaning supplies. his hand gets cleaned, and then he repeats the motions for sasuke. ）
Next time I want to put you in front of a mirror so you can look at yourself. See your gorgeous cock as it flushes pink and heavy and you come for me right on cue. Hm? Check-in — how're you feeling?
[He's shaking in the wash of the aftermath, gently handled, lost somewhere beneath the warm tone of that voice and the kisses spared to all of those soft parts of his body. A shower of them, equally as unfamiliar as they are grounding, putting him back into his skin as he comes down from a mindless high. He can feel as soon as fingers are extracted from a slippery hole, can feel the emptiness leftover like a hollow ache. A tingle of pleasure travels up his spine like he's chasing that friction still, that penetration even after the fact, like he can still feel the ghost of it.
Then onto the bed, on his back, and he twitches at the slick glide of a tongue across that tender, softened cock. His toes curl; a little whine starts somewhere in the back of his throat. Yet benign and placid as that lapping tongue works over him, there's no agonizing stimulation—just a suffused sense of warmth. A tug of interest on the heels of an orgasm. Bleary eyes watch Cy work, covering him in more kisses and then cleaning the evidence of everything else from his skin, marveling the amount of care demonstrated in every movement.
There's nothing hard or difficult about obeying Cy, he thinks, when this is what it grants him. There is no slice of pleasure without the gentle, soothing balm that follows.
Cy checks in at the right time, because those words have brought fresh color to his face.]
A mirror? What's so appealing about seeing it? [Huffs, sitting up already, because he has the stamina of a warrior enough to feel that second wind by now. Without sleep deprivation and aphrodisiac, he won't flop over so easily.] ... Good. I'm good. It felt...
[He seems to hunt for the word, hand already reaching for Cy, trying to pull him closer again.]
（ he sounds a bit incredulous, like not recognizing the allure of seeing sasuke get off is the considerably stranger thing.
but he lets himself get pulled in close, and since sasuke's sitting up cy just sits astride him, halfway in his lap. it makes their height difference almost comically pronounced, but it's fine. they can make it work. ）
Good.
（ he doesn't sound smug, or certain. he just sounds — relieved, and gladdened, like the words have answered some esoteric, age-old mystery that has niggled away at the fabric of his mind for an age. he leans in and kisses him, his mouth tasting like the salty sweep of come still. there is a real, aching affection imparted in the kiss, the tender probe of his tongue. ）
I'm glad. That's exactly what you deserve. Don't let anybody treat you less than that unless you want them to, okay?
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Swallowing, throat working around the shortcake—and though he tastes it, a muted kind of sweetness with the matcha—he's more interested in the flavor salt on Cy's thumb against his lower lip.]
Yes. Can we try?
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（ like he's going to say NO? ）
For the record, if there's ever anything you want to try, we can do it. There's a few things I'm not super fond of, but I don't mind doing for instructional purposes or interest. Whether you wanna top or bottom, or try Domming or subbing, sweetheart, I am open to possibility. My body is your playground, go wild.
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What don't you like?
[The idea of practicing something Cy wouldn't be into is—unappealing, but he doesn't know what would even make that list. Cy's experience is so expansive.]
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（ the least normal way of saying 'no scat or watersports' actually. ）
I don't get anything out of someone trying to humiliate me during sex. Not really into like, animal roleplay. Garden variety pet play is kinda 'eh'. I'm not gonna take somebody out for walkies on a leash while they bark like a dog, but I respect their desire to play out that kink. Rimming — tongue in someone's ass basically — is hit or miss based on personal hygiene. If I'm gonna do that one I usually make a point of having a sexy mutual scrub down in the shower first so everybody's nice and provably tidy.
（ he gives it a moment's consideration, then: ）
Some people are into DDLG/LB stuff, which is short for 'Daddy Dom/Little Girl or Boy'. That's where there's often a component of infantilization, or age regression, and a focus on a kinda parental style caretaking. It can be sexual but isn't always. Not really into that either. It's not a trigger — something that upsets me, something traumatic, me or weirds me out as an FYI — it just doesn't turn me on, either. I guess most of the things I don't really care for are tied in some way to someone acting outside themselves somehow, assuming a completely different persona or changing significantly from how they present normally. Like, one of the things in the BDSM community is that you step carefully so you're not shaming anyone for a kink — because a lot of them come from trauma or experiences that people are trying to work through — and they're a hundred percent valid for that reason, but it's not for me.
（ a bit of a laugh. ）
I guess just don't piss on me or slap me and call me a pussy during sex, or express an urge to use a litter box and eat tuna off a plate and we're probably fine for the most part. Oh, and while I meant what I said about like, Every Kink Is Valid — fuck the weirdos who want to take their kinks out to like a public park, even if it's just like... wheeling your slave in a gimp suit around on a wagon or something. Involving other people in your kink without consent is a big ol' fucking nope from me. Kink shit stays in kink space, and I will fight god about that one.
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Let me just DIGEST ALL OF THAT FOR A FEW MOMENTS, thank you.]
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Sincerely, Sasuke did not know sex could be so complex.
"Gimp suit"? He will not pursue that one.]
... I don't know that I would be interested in any of that. [A blowjob is the most sexually deviant act he has considered recently, next to the actual "sex" he would like to have with Cy, someday. And the toys Cy had gifted him? So, so lewd. Downright obscene.] Some of it sounds unsanitary. But no, I...
[Hm.]
I wouldn't want to expose myself like that publicly either. [He can hardly imagine holding someone's hand in visible line of sight.] How did anyone come up with these things?
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（ he reaches for another little piece of celery off the crudités plate, chewing on it as he speaks: ）
I don't have a problem with public sex. I actually do monitoring in a dungeon — kink dungeon, not the other kind — back home, which basically means that I make sure things are safe and above board for the participants. I've had some good fun running free use scenes, for instance — setting a sub up to be used by other men or women while I oversee it. But that's still behind kinda-closed doors, you know?
（ but while they're on the topic he should probably say more about what he does like. ）
By the way — no pressure on my likes either. I know you're getting the hang of that by now, so I won't keep harping on it, but for my own peace of mind — happy to float these ideas your way, and never do them if they don't appeal to you. （ given the gravity of what they discussed not too long ago, he's sure sasuke will get why the extra step of clarity exists. ） I like doing things like spankings, flogging, general impact play. Getting someone so worked over they can't sit down after is pretty fucking nice — but the aftercare is absolutely critical there and I wouldn't ever scene without it. Knife play's a harder sell, needs a lot of trust on both sides. Tying people up, blindfolding them, edging, orgasm denial, all that kinda stuff. Fucking love using sex toys on a partner, which you might've figured out by now. Getting people to beg is... ah.
（ he shakes his head just a bit, and makes a breathy exhalation of sound. ）
Well, let's just say it turns my crank. Whether part of the scene is that they're begging me to stop but not safewording out, or they're begging me to — I don't know, fuck them, fill them, come inside them, let them come, it doesn't really matter to me. All forms equally welcome. But if you don't wanna get into any of that yet, or ever, that's fine too. Straight up vanilla sex is also pretty great, and I already know I'm gonna want to fuck you a thousand different ways without ever breaking out a set of fuzzy handcuffs, so the rest is up to you.
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The rush of arousal is hot, vivid. Sitting on the blanket, Sasuke is aware of the sudden pulse between his own folded thighs, cock stirring, attention dovetailing from the meal altogether. He is aware that he wants... all of that, or at least he wants to try it. Pain, knives, obedience and control. Even the humiliating thought of begging. Under Cy's hands, anything feels possible—at least in that moment, in the blasé and confident way it's intoned.]
Cyram.
[Low and almost petulant, he hesitates on how to approach this sudden predicament of tunnel-visioned lust. His face is undeniably red.]
I'm finished eating.
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Okay. My place or yours?
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I don't care. [In a show of surprising initiative and physicality, this time Sasuke turns his head, seeking a full kiss, needy with the seal of hard pressure over Cy's mouth.] Your room is larger, but mine is cleaner.
[What about the food? ... The birds can eat it, for all he cares in that moment.]
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We can do yours. I know you're a fastidious little bitch.
（ that word could be an insult from anyone else. from cy, it just sounds like sweetheart in another tongue. ）
Let me drop the food off — there's a place that takes donations for the low rank scrubs like us — and then I'll meet you there? Any particular thing on the list strike your fancy? Because if you're itching for me to stick anything up your ass I'm gonna send you back to your room to get yourself ready while I get the food sitch sorted.
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The crass words don't feel like an insult, only livening another little flutter of interest in his stomach.]
Yes, I want to try it again. With your fingers and with the toy.
[Maybe he is getting ahead of himself—but the barrier of fear has eased, partly because Cy's treatment of him has not changed since that failed attempt. That foundation of reassurance has held.]
Send me back.
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Send me back... hmm, missin' a l'il something-something. You can end that statement on 'please' or 'sir', I don't care which one.
（ just to be a little shit about it. ）
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Send me back. Please, sir.
[Natural overachiever, unfortunately.]
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Oh, he learns so quick.
（ he doesn't need to touch him to teleport him, but he does it anyway, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his mouth. ）
Remember to keep your eyes closed.
（ he warned him once, and not without reason. the void isn't exactly the safest place for humans. but now, he's confident enough that sasuke will obey him, and in a brief glimmer of that awful energy, he yeets the kid back to his room.
from there, it's just packing up the food. mindless busy work, done without really thinking about it, all his focus and attention already primed on sasuke. he's pretty sure the kid would have stripped down to nothing and all but jumped on the dildo the way he was all fired up there — but there's a warm, soft, certain confidence there too, that he'd be respectful enough of cy's preferences, temperament and triggers to have given himself a bit of grace about it, too. to have gone just slow enough as youthful impatience allows.
and he is thinking about it, still, when he transmats over to the food bank, and drops off the remainder of the platter — having carefully sorted out what was touched versus what was untouched. he chats a bit with the person tending the window, an easy, playful sort of conversation that comes so naturally to him, that's intended to build up sasuke's impatience with the time it's taking him to get there.
then it's a quick jaunt back to his room to grab that blanket still wrapped in its gift bag (which, for some ungodly reason, has a dick on it. really? at a store for bedding?) before he transmats into sasuke's small space. ）
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In a departure from that fastidiousness, he sheds the thick, navy sweater overhead as if it is now a burdensome weight, tossing it thoughtlessly to the ground. Shoes kicked from heels, socks peeled and discarded, pants and underwear slipped off narrow hips and left in place where he stood. Gracefully Sasuke climbs onto the low mattress, digging out the gifted box from beneath to retrieve what he needs—the lubricant first, then the dildo. The plug is left untouched; it's something he wants to try, eventually, but not right now.
Just slow enough holds true. By the time it takes Cy to teleport into the room, he's only worked himself up to two fingers, an extent previously tested. He's lying half on his stomach with his right arm twisted behind him, wrist turned to attempt a good angle, slippery knuckles pushed in past the rim of a hole, yet experience still woefully inept at even knowing where to find that sensitive prostate Cy had targeted. The sheets of his bed are tangled at ankles—suggesting that he's squirmed around to find the best way to lie.
And like that stipulation before, his untended cock rests heavy between pale, toned thighs if mostly hidden by his positioning, its length flushed with the ruddy-colored need of neglect.
As soon as Cy's presence is felt, discolored eyes snap over. He doesn't try to hide himself as he had with the blanket last time. Arousal is too twisted up in him, too impatiently funneled for being made to wait.]
You took your time.
[It's a statement of frustration that might mean something if it hadn't come out in such a grainy, breathy voice. And if his skin wasn't pink with the strain of trying to finger himself so slowly.]
ganbatte sasuke
Ah, well. I wanted to make you wait.
（ not as a punishment. not as a form of neglect. but because he likes letting the anticipation build and swell and crash down all at once, and he reaches out to touch one fine-boned ankle, gently smoothing his thumb against the jutting bone of the lateral malleolus. it's a bracing, encouraging touch, and then he steps back so he can gather up the carelessly scattered clothing. which he folds. ）
You got pretty far on your own, though. At this rate you might not even need me.
（ it's teasing and playful, no real weight behind it as statements go. he knows better than to let it seem too seriously considered, which is why he almost immediately follows it up with: ）
Here, keep your hand where it is. I'm gonna slip in a finger with you. Teamwork, and all that.
（ he does grab the cleaning wipes out from under the bad, wiping his hands down meticulously (he could've stopped in at the bathroom, but honestly it didn't occur to him) and then he's hunting about for the lube until he finds it caught in the rucked up coil of the sheet. he lubes up his fingers, and then there's the dip of his weight on the bed behind sasuke as he positions himself there. one hand is rested gently against the curve of the hip more into the mattress, steady and reassuring — but the other hand is laid overtop sasuke's own, and it's with an absolutely aching slowness that he works his middle finger in alongside sasuke's. his hand traps the boy's in against the cleft of his ass, and now the angle lets him lean over along the length of his back to kiss one bare shoulder. ）
How's this?
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Ah, [a low exhalation tugs out of his throat at the added width of three fingers breathes the rim of his hole. It aches deliciously to feel so stretched; at the bottom of the bed, toes curl and he stirs, trying to roll back and sink more deeply onto the thick penetration of knuckles. The warmth of Cy's hand, the strength as his wrist is pinned to the curve of his ass and immobilized, all goes straight to his head and his cock. He can feel it twitch, leaking a new stream of sticky precum between his belly and the bed.]
... It's good. It doesn't hurt.
[The words stumble, but they're true. They're trying.]
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（ it's a soothing murmur, as another kiss is pressed down against the spot that sasuke's suit has only barely started to show against his pale skin.
inside sasuke, he lets his finger brush against the boy's own. the gesture is all the more intimate for the placement of their hands and the press of their fingers. not a good angle for the prostate so he doesn't even try, but he does press his hand in just a little closer, driving himself a little deeper in.
his left hand goes to brace himself against the mattress instead, which lets him fold himself in against sasuke's back just a little, letting the boy take his weight so he can murmur against the shell of his ear — ）
Roll your hips back — fuck yourself against our hands. I'll hold us steady, don't worry about it. Try a few different angles, figure out what feels good. Let's get you off, huh? You think you can come for me, Sasuke?
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Obediently his hips rock, an inelegant rhythm based more on feel than performance, trusting Cy to keep him held in place. Grinding, rubbing, chasing the bright crash of an orgasm. Knuckles curl inside the tight channel of his ass, so full he can barely move them, Cy's own middle finger like a wedge that keeps him feeling open and stretched and connected to the man.]
Mmhm. [Thoughtlessly hummed as needy hips continue to alternate between the bedsheet and their joined fingers, he fights for all the friction he can get against his dripping cock.] Cy...
[The name is a moan, this time, if strained quiet behind teeth. There's a moment where he feels that he gets close—both to the edge of coming, and to the electric shivering pleasure of nerves—but then it wans, and he's panting into the pillow, lashes flickering.]
I'm so close. I—can't...
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（ he shifts the placement of his hand just a little, and moves his finger just enough, first knuckle curled over so there's no risk of hitting anything with his nails, and so it broadens the feeling of fullness within him, and makes it just that much easier to hit it on a backwards buck of his hips. ）
You just have to relax. Trust your body. Don't get frustrated, I've got you. It's okay if it takes time.
（ actually — ）
Here, wait, I've got an idea — don't fight.
（ he sits up more fully on his knees, knees dug into the mattress between sasuke's thighs, and then he reaches under the boy and hefts him up onto his own knees, holding him up when he feels them buckling slightly against the strain. he sandwiches their arms between them — perhaps a little uncomfortably but not in any way he minds — flush between their bodies, and his left forearm seats itself against the boy's sternum, palm flat against the suprasternal notch, fingers and thumb hooked in against the muscles above the collarbone. there's no impediment to breathing, but there's certainly the suggestion that it could become a reality with a slip of his hand. ）
Okay, try now. I've got you, I've got you.
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He's gasped the name again like a litany, desperate as he's first maneuvered into an arched back, hips and ass a sinuous curve all the way down to the joined intrusion of their slippery, lubed fingers. Then another hungry suck of air as he's pulled to his knees, upright, head lolling back to brace on Cy's strong shoulder in exposure of the throat, the ridge of a collar, the flat sternum.
Arm trapped by their bodies, a fractured sound emerges when that warm hand slips to the bottom of a throat. The divot of a collarbone hammers with the heavy pulse of his heart, stuttering a little quicker on the ridge of—something like fear mixed into excitement. He wouldn't allow anyone else to hold him like this. Fatal, to put his body into hands that could rend him apart. But it's Cy.
He's not fighting. I've got you, those sweet words enough to sink under, carrying him along. Fingertips hook at a better angle, a deeper angle, managing to graze that tender area of nerves, and the sound it fishes out of Sasuke is high and shattered and shivering. An all-over feeling of release that blisters and burns.]
There. It's... there, Cyram — hah...
[He comes, hips twitching hard, cock untouched as his release stripes the bedsheet—and in his earlier haste, he's forgotten to lay down a towel—a wet mess that darkens fabric immediately. And he's boneless in Cy's grasp, held up only by the other's strength, ass clenched furiously tight over their fingers.]
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（ no towel. tactical error. but he doesn't mind cleaning up, even if for the time being he just holds the boy as he rides out the orgasm. cy strokes his left hand against sasuke's throat, voice an easy murmur of sweet nothings in his ear, letting his body slacken in the aftermath. for as long as he needs, cy just holds him without protest or strain, the slight weight nearly nothing to a god. ）
Look at you, sweetheart.
（ a kiss to the side of his neck, the junction of his shoulder, the spot just behind one ear. the praise comes easy and natural — nothing sasuke hasn't heard from him before, but important to carry him down nevertheless. ）
That was magnificent. You did so well. You're so pretty fucked out and spent in my arms, huh? I could hold you like this for hours.
（ but that'd be an undue hardship on the one who, between them, isn't immortal. so once he feels the tight heat of sasuke's ass lessen its brutal clench, he eases his hand out very carefully, and helps the boy with a tug at his wrist to follow suit.
mindful of where not to put sticky fingers, he gets sasuke settled down on his back on the narrow bed, well away from the stupid scratchy blanket with its new wet spot (he does in fact bunch it up one-handed and chuck it off the bed). he bends down, and laps at a cooling smear of come that had instead gotten on sasuke's belly. it's with an agonizing slowness that he repeats the almost ritualistic tonguing at his cock as it softens with release. he's not trying to tease, or to drive sasuke to overstimulation — the ministrations are gentle and as unintrusive as he can manage, the only goal the easy physicality of the act, of tidying at least the mess of this immediate proximity.
when he's satisfied, he presses a kiss against the shaft, and has to slip entirely off the bed to kiss anything further south than that. similar kisses are pressed against the insides of sasuke's thighs, against his balls, regardless of where the lube might have had contact transfer. one last kiss is pressed against the inside of his knee, and then he's groping down into that box (he's going to have to buy him more of those stupid wipes if they keep this up) and coming up with some cleaning supplies. his hand gets cleaned, and then he repeats the motions for sasuke. ）
Next time I want to put you in front of a mirror so you can look at yourself. See your gorgeous cock as it flushes pink and heavy and you come for me right on cue. Hm? Check-in — how're you feeling?
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Then onto the bed, on his back, and he twitches at the slick glide of a tongue across that tender, softened cock. His toes curl; a little whine starts somewhere in the back of his throat. Yet benign and placid as that lapping tongue works over him, there's no agonizing stimulation—just a suffused sense of warmth. A tug of interest on the heels of an orgasm. Bleary eyes watch Cy work, covering him in more kisses and then cleaning the evidence of everything else from his skin, marveling the amount of care demonstrated in every movement.
There's nothing hard or difficult about obeying Cy, he thinks, when this is what it grants him. There is no slice of pleasure without the gentle, soothing balm that follows.
Cy checks in at the right time, because those words have brought fresh color to his face.]
A mirror? What's so appealing about seeing it? [Huffs, sitting up already, because he has the stamina of a warrior enough to feel that second wind by now. Without sleep deprivation and aphrodisiac, he won't flop over so easily.] ... Good. I'm good. It felt...
[He seems to hunt for the word, hand already reaching for Cy, trying to pull him closer again.]
I've never felt anything that good before.
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（ he sounds a bit incredulous, like not recognizing the allure of seeing sasuke get off is the considerably stranger thing.
but he lets himself get pulled in close, and since sasuke's sitting up cy just sits astride him, halfway in his lap. it makes their height difference almost comically pronounced, but it's fine. they can make it work. ）
Good.
（ he doesn't sound smug, or certain. he just sounds — relieved, and gladdened, like the words have answered some esoteric, age-old mystery that has niggled away at the fabric of his mind for an age. he leans in and kisses him, his mouth tasting like the salty sweep of come still. there is a real, aching affection imparted in the kiss, the tender probe of his tongue. ）
I'm glad. That's exactly what you deserve. Don't let anybody treat you less than that unless you want them to, okay?
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cw: (cy grab bag - war horrors/assault/trauma/suicide)
the walking content warning that is cy
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