It can be a BDSM thing — collaring is a pretty common way a Dom demonstrates... well, it can demonstrate a few things. If it's scene specific, then it's usually about the specific kink of submission — but in long-term D/s relationships it's not unusual for the sub to want, request or be given a collar almost as a sign of subtle — but public — ownership.
（ he follows sasuke to the bed, where the tray of food is set out there, and sprawls down beside him. the mattress is really too fucking small to make anything comfortable, but he braces long legs against the wall and shimmies downward until he can put his head in sasuke's lap. ）
It's hot, but it's not like it's a necessary component for me.
（ he reaches up, and drags his thumb against the column of sasuke's throat, feeling the flex of a swallow beneath his touch. it's maybe the first time he hasn't prefaced a statement of this nature with a caveat, or a disclaimer that sasuke doesn't have to do it, or feign interest for his own sake — if the boy is attentive, he'll take it as the sign of trust it is. ）
You'd look gorgeous wearing one, though. If you ever felt like trying it out for a scene.
[Public ownership. He considers this as Cy makes himself comfortable, right hand lifting to pass through short strands of brown hair — beginning slow, habitual strokes. His eyes are drawn away from the tray of food in a downswing as a finger touches his throat.
Swallowing reflexively, it is hard not to imagine what Cy states. A collar encircling his throat. One put there by Cy, as a mark of belonging. Possessiveness. In a place where it feels they have this taken from them — where he will have to mediate his own emotions as Cy goes to others — it is inevitable, perhaps, that it would invoke a burn of desire in him.]
I'm interested. [Of course, he notices how it is presented to him. Sasuke feels no pressure to answer one way or another. He's given this space to respond honestly, so he does.] I enjoy feeling that way with you.
[Owned, cradled by protective hands. That wanting to be wanted.]
... I would prefer to try in private, for the time being. It would be more comfortable for me.
he's become attenuated to sasuke's frank, matter-of-fact statements like this. he has — quite literally — no one to blame but himself. but that one burns down through the core of him like molten iron through ice, and his eyes darken with something that's not only lust.
he reaches up, letting his fingers catch against the back of sasuke's neck and hooks him downwards for a kiss. ）
Seeing you that way would wreck me. （ a playful lift of his eyebrows. ） In a good way. Maybe in a 'I'd instantly jizz all over your face the way somebody glazes a cinnamon bun' kinda way.
[A kiss sought and surrendered as easily as exhalating breath. He hangs there for a moment, a little above Cy's face, hair slipping to tickle the man's chin as he digests those words.
... Sometimes, the pictures Cy paints are too evocative. He can see it in his mind, Cy's come a shiny glaze marking skin, cooling to stickiness. And now his ears are hot. And he won't stop imagining it. To divert —]
You said for a scene. What sort of scenarios would include something like a collar?
Depends on a couple things. A lot of them have rings here, at the front. （ he strokes the little hollow divot of sasuke's suprasternal notch gently. ） So you can use them for bondage or restraint. You could hook nipple clamps to them too, other stuff like that.
（ his hand trails across sasuke's chest, pinching at one of his nipples. he hasn't forgotten the way the boy protested the sensitivity there. ）
Sometimes it's used as a measure of breath control. Not tight enough to choke, but tight enough that you can't breathe hard, so it sort of forces you to regulate during a heavy scene. Flogging, for instance. Or if you snap a line to it you can use it to direct someone. Like if I wanted you to suck my dick, I could use that to pull you down — discussed beforehand, obviously. I'm not big into leashes and collars or making someone follow me on their hands and knees or anything, that's not really a dynamic I'm looking to get into, but.
（ a shrug. it works for some people. ）
Some collars are just for decoration rather than function, and it's about the psychological safety of submission. Those ones would usually be chosen for aesthetic. Like, I'd probably get something in a black/purple colour combo for you — the contrast against your skin and the way it'd accentuate the bruises would look fucking hot. I like the ones that are functional, but I'll be honest — with you, it'd just be the act of buckling one around your pretty throat.
[The pinch earns a slight twitch, and he leans away — but only in a superficial demonstration, more playful than any serious protest.]
You were talking about that on your post. Controlling the breath.
[A hum of thought, right hand lifting from Cy's hair to touch the divot of collarbones, then a wider pass of fingertips around the throat, imagining the band of a collar there.
There's a tight swallow, then.]
You're the only person I would ever allow to do that. Those who know me... It would shock them. [Some days, he feels wholly changed around Cy. By Cy.] It isn't how I am, or how they believe me to be. I've never submitted to anyone — not in sex, obviously, but for the danger of it in my world. [His hand falls again, settling lower on Cy's chest where a heartbeat pulses beneath.] You feel safe, though. I haven't experienced safety like this before.
（ there is nothing he can say to that that isn't i love you.
so, instead, cy just tugs him down for another kiss. this one is long and lingering and tastes only faintly of his cigarettes. it may not be a hard, claimant kiss — but it is its own brand of possessive, as if he could write the taste of himself on sasuke's tongue by will alone.
if his lashes are a little damp when he pulls away, well. perhaps sasuke will show him a little grace.
then: ）
You're gonna ruin me for every other restaurant in the Casino, huh?
[The kiss — surprises him for its depth, for its thoroughness, and he's made slightly breathless when it ends. To the sight of dampness, Sasuke feels the fragile emotion in his chest shiver, sheltered like the wings of a glass bird. Callused fingertips reach to brush the pale, tender shadows just beneath Cy's lower eyelids.
That question, however rhetorical, ears an owlish look.]
（ he catches sasuke's hand, kisses his palm and then straightens up. ）
If you think I'm ever going to want to eat anything not your homemade cooking again after this, you're gonna be very incorrect. Does this mean I have to play this stupid sex game so I can rank up and get you a kitchen? （ the worst hardship to have ever graced the land, truly. ）
It isn't much of a meal. And I didn't make the cake myself. [He may or may not be broke this month, but was it worth it? Absolutely.] I'll forgive you for playing the game, however, if it means regular access to a kitchen that doesn't require me to get someone else's permission.
[A little dry playfulness. He wouldn't blame Cy at all for wanting to improve his own living situation — and he would like to make Cy better food, too. Food he knows will not be tainted by the resort.]
Oh, you think because we've banged a few times that you wouldn't need my permission?
（ they've settled into some manner of normalcy, and up until this point it's usually been sasuke in his lap, astride his hips. but now, in the spirit of the day and feeling a bit playful about it, cy shimmies around until he can throw a leg across sasuke's lap and sit against his thighs. it accentuates the height difference rather ridiculously, but hey — that's just life. he drapes his arms against sasuke's shoulders and grins down at him. ）
I might need some convincing. （ a beat. then, to answer the question: ） Let's try the kelp?
[He holds Cy's weight easily, arm looping itself around the man's hips and looking up, enjoying the private embrace that brings them in close. It is impossible to describe the expression on his face as anything but — adoring.]
I'm certain I could convince you. [A flash of confidence.] ... Here, I made two of each.
[More so that Cy would have plenty over a day or so, but he's accepted eating together now — is, deep down, luxuriating in this. Without disturbing Cy's position on his lap, he reaches over, picking up one of the paper-wrapped onigiri and handing it to Cy before retrieving his own. They've been color-coded by the paper; green for kelp.]
（ it's the confidence behind the statement that softens his expression to a smile, a reflection of that adoration glimmering back. ）
Oh, I'm sure you could. I'm a sucker for a pretty face, a kind heart, and a great ass.
（ 😌
he unwraps the onigiri gingerly, using what little real estate remains on sasuke's lap to hold the paper as he unfolds it, and then the treat is lifted up and bitten only a little sensually. you know, for sasuke's sanity. he is, clearly, delighted by the taste — his expression lights up with pleasure as he chews and swallows. then: ）
Are you gonna squirm away in abject horror if I shower you in culinary compliments or...
[It may in fact be the first time anyone has ever complimented his ass — reflected in the shock of widening eyes and a fierce flush.]
It wasn't that complicated to make. You could do the same.
[Save it for something worthy? Yet the softness of Sasuke's expression still gives away how pleased that makes him to hear, slower to begin nibbling on his own portion.]
You can cook, can't you? I don't remember if you told me how well.
[Cy has certainly had plenty of time to master such a skill.]
[He looks up at Cy, eating quietly, brow furrowed. This isn't new information for him — but just as he'd considered Cy not sleeping, this part evokes the same feeling of concern.]
Does it hurt? When you don't eat.
[Yes, perhaps Cy's body does not allow starvation. It still does not sit right with Sasuke that he would neglect himself.]
（ but he wouldn't describe the sensation as painful, exactly. it's dull, by contrast to the sunbright burst of something like getting shot or stabbed. ）
Maybe I would've found it painful once. If I ever did, I've forgotten that time in my life. It's more of a dull ache, easy to ignore. Suffocating or drowning are a bit more of a present pain-in-the-ass.
I'm not gonna willfully do anything that'll upset you.
（ it's a soft, solemn promise. he tosses the last bite of the onirigi in his mouth and obediently chews it, swallows. shows off his empty mouth with a comedically exaggerated ahhh. ）
Don't worry about me, okay? I'll look after myself for you.
I know. I'm not worried, but I want to take care of you. [It's... what had Cy called it?] 'Acts of service'.
[Once he finishes his own onigiri, chewing through the mouthful of rice and kelp, Sasuke reaches next for the box of cake.]
Hold this steady for me. [Placed into Cy's hands, he reaches for a fork next — plastic, provided with the purchase.] They were selling a lot of different desserts this week due to the holiday. Is it something you've celebrated before?
[He would assume so, given Cy's expressed interest in romantic relationships.]
Ah, yeah? Valentine's Day. It's an Earth thing, but a lot of places I've been have similar holidays that celebrate romance, but full disclosure, they're usually just dressed up fertility festival. Valentine's Day is based on... fuck, Lupercalia I think? Roman thing, you might've read about them in that book of yours. Everybody gets liquored up, ritual whipping, nonstop celebratory fucking, and suddenly you've got a population boom on your hands. （ a playful slap against his own stomach, clearly intending to evoke the concept of pregnancy. ） Especially in ancient times when plague or war could wipe out a region, it was pretty important. But over time, that kinda got softened from 'fuck Nikomachē of Paiania full of babies for the glory of the Empire' to 'get that bitch some chocolate, bitches love chocolate'.
（ it's him, he's bitches. as evidenced by the fact that the moment sasuke has a forkful of cake for him to try he leans down and closes his mouth around it. ）
Wasn't around for that one, though. Way before my time, I'm just a history nerd.
（ not like it always sticks in his brain, but. you know. ）
[It seems a bizarre connection, but perhaps not so far-fetched when he considers where they are, and that prevalent influence of sex in all forms. Yet pregnancy isn't something his culture had celebrated beyond the mere expectation of clans to conceive — not as a holiday, certainly. Even that much would be too flagrant an act. Such an excess as Cy describes is unimaginable.]
... I see. [Anyway, he delicately pares another bite of cake with the fork and lifts it to Cy's lips.] I'm surprised it isn't practiced in that context here, but I suppose children are not the goal of the resort. [Not when many of those walleyed guests have been present so long.] I wonder if it even possible to conceive.
（ he hasn't seen any children running around, thank fucking christ he would've lost his mind by now if that were the case — but if pregnancy is possible, that could mean any number of horrifying things in and of itself.
cy shrugs, and walks himself back from the faint, faraway glimmer of anger at their captivity. accepts the next bite of cake, and manages a smile. ）
Luckily for us both, not really a concern here. （ a gesture between the two of them, playful. ） But I solemnly swear to give it my best effort.
sasuke: i have a new kink and i don't even know it
[Sasuke stills in the effort of reaching back to the cake with the naked fork, turning a look up — one that is at first dubious, but then shutters with a tug of attraction that he can't quite place. Of course there's the fact Cy is sitting close to him, and they are in his bedroom where they've done many things, and he's performing the intimacy of feeding Cy food. But that alone shouldn't have inspired the warm jolt of arousal.
Cy's playful flirtation, then? It must be. The suggestion of sex is enough, even carrying the connotation of reproduction.]
Focus on eating first. [Another bite. Some of the icing is left on the fork; he surrenders to the impulse and cleans it off with his own tongue.] You mentioned before that you've had children. Right?
（ his expression settles into something just — a little sad. the way that pervasive melancholy can settle on a graveyard that's been reclaimed, overrun by time, the names all worn away. a beautiful place, but the cradle of someone's heartbreak once. ）
Yeah.
（ he exhales, and it's not entirely steady. his mouth turns up at one corner. ）
I had a little girl. Before — （ a vague gesture to his temple. sasuke will get his meaning. ） I don't remember much else. （ not her name. not her laugh. nothing but that one image that's almost like an afterburn into his memory. ） And then... here and there over the millennia. Some were mine, some were adopted or taken in. I don't really care about biology like that. I just love being a father. But it's hard to outlive them, so it's — not something I do deliberately very often.
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（ he follows sasuke to the bed, where the tray of food is set out there, and sprawls down beside him. the mattress is really too fucking small to make anything comfortable, but he braces long legs against the wall and shimmies downward until he can put his head in sasuke's lap. ）
It's hot, but it's not like it's a necessary component for me.
（ he reaches up, and drags his thumb against the column of sasuke's throat, feeling the flex of a swallow beneath his touch. it's maybe the first time he hasn't prefaced a statement of this nature with a caveat, or a disclaimer that sasuke doesn't have to do it, or feign interest for his own sake — if the boy is attentive, he'll take it as the sign of trust it is. ）
You'd look gorgeous wearing one, though. If you ever felt like trying it out for a scene.
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Swallowing reflexively, it is hard not to imagine what Cy states. A collar encircling his throat. One put there by Cy, as a mark of belonging. Possessiveness. In a place where it feels they have this taken from them — where he will have to mediate his own emotions as Cy goes to others — it is inevitable, perhaps, that it would invoke a burn of desire in him.]
I'm interested. [Of course, he notices how it is presented to him. Sasuke feels no pressure to answer one way or another. He's given this space to respond honestly, so he does.] I enjoy feeling that way with you.
[Owned, cradled by protective hands. That wanting to be wanted.]
... I would prefer to try in private, for the time being. It would be more comfortable for me.
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he's become attenuated to sasuke's frank, matter-of-fact statements like this. he has — quite literally — no one to blame but himself. but that one burns down through the core of him like molten iron through ice, and his eyes darken with something that's not only lust.
he reaches up, letting his fingers catch against the back of sasuke's neck and hooks him downwards for a kiss. ）
Seeing you that way would wreck me. （ a playful lift of his eyebrows. ） In a good way. Maybe in a 'I'd instantly jizz all over your face the way somebody glazes a cinnamon bun' kinda way.
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... Sometimes, the pictures Cy paints are too evocative. He can see it in his mind, Cy's come a shiny glaze marking skin, cooling to stickiness. And now his ears are hot. And he won't stop imagining it. To divert —]
You said for a scene. What sort of scenarios would include something like a collar?
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（ his hand trails across sasuke's chest, pinching at one of his nipples. he hasn't forgotten the way the boy protested the sensitivity there. ）
Sometimes it's used as a measure of breath control. Not tight enough to choke, but tight enough that you can't breathe hard, so it sort of forces you to regulate during a heavy scene. Flogging, for instance. Or if you snap a line to it you can use it to direct someone. Like if I wanted you to suck my dick, I could use that to pull you down — discussed beforehand, obviously. I'm not big into leashes and collars or making someone follow me on their hands and knees or anything, that's not really a dynamic I'm looking to get into, but.
（ a shrug. it works for some people. ）
Some collars are just for decoration rather than function, and it's about the psychological safety of submission. Those ones would usually be chosen for aesthetic. Like, I'd probably get something in a black/purple colour combo for you — the contrast against your skin and the way it'd accentuate the bruises would look fucking hot. I like the ones that are functional, but I'll be honest — with you, it'd just be the act of buckling one around your pretty throat.
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You were talking about that on your post. Controlling the breath.
[A hum of thought, right hand lifting from Cy's hair to touch the divot of collarbones, then a wider pass of fingertips around the throat, imagining the band of a collar there.
There's a tight swallow, then.]
You're the only person I would ever allow to do that. Those who know me... It would shock them. [Some days, he feels wholly changed around Cy. By Cy.] It isn't how I am, or how they believe me to be. I've never submitted to anyone — not in sex, obviously, but for the danger of it in my world. [His hand falls again, settling lower on Cy's chest where a heartbeat pulses beneath.] You feel safe, though. I haven't experienced safety like this before.
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so, instead, cy just tugs him down for another kiss. this one is long and lingering and tastes only faintly of his cigarettes. it may not be a hard, claimant kiss — but it is its own brand of possessive, as if he could write the taste of himself on sasuke's tongue by will alone.
if his lashes are a little damp when he pulls away, well. perhaps sasuke will show him a little grace.
then: ）
You're gonna ruin me for every other restaurant in the Casino, huh?
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That question, however rhetorical, ears an owlish look.]
What do restaurants have to do with this?
[Please explain your metaphor.]
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（ he catches sasuke's hand, kisses his palm and then straightens up. ）
If you think I'm ever going to want to eat anything not your homemade cooking again after this, you're gonna be very incorrect. Does this mean I have to play this stupid sex game so I can rank up and get you a kitchen? （ the worst hardship to have ever graced the land, truly. ）
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It isn't much of a meal. And I didn't make the cake myself. [He may or may not be broke this month, but was it worth it? Absolutely.] I'll forgive you for playing the game, however, if it means regular access to a kitchen that doesn't require me to get someone else's permission.
[A little dry playfulness. He wouldn't blame Cy at all for wanting to improve his own living situation — and he would like to make Cy better food, too. Food he knows will not be tainted by the resort.]
What do you want to eat first?
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（ they've settled into some manner of normalcy, and up until this point it's usually been sasuke in his lap, astride his hips. but now, in the spirit of the day and feeling a bit playful about it, cy shimmies around until he can throw a leg across sasuke's lap and sit against his thighs. it accentuates the height difference rather ridiculously, but hey — that's just life. he drapes his arms against sasuke's shoulders and grins down at him. ）
I might need some convincing. （ a beat. then, to answer the question: ） Let's try the kelp?
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I'm certain I could convince you. [A flash of confidence.] ... Here, I made two of each.
[More so that Cy would have plenty over a day or so, but he's accepted eating together now — is, deep down, luxuriating in this. Without disturbing Cy's position on his lap, he reaches over, picking up one of the paper-wrapped onigiri and handing it to Cy before retrieving his own. They've been color-coded by the paper; green for kelp.]
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Oh, I'm sure you could. I'm a sucker for a pretty face, a kind heart, and a great ass.
（ 😌
he unwraps the onigiri gingerly, using what little real estate remains on sasuke's lap to hold the paper as he unfolds it, and then the treat is lifted up and bitten only a little sensually. you know, for sasuke's sanity. he is, clearly, delighted by the taste — his expression lights up with pleasure as he chews and swallows. then: ）
Are you gonna squirm away in abject horror if I shower you in culinary compliments or...
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It wasn't that complicated to make. You could do the same.
[Save it for something worthy? Yet the softness of Sasuke's expression still gives away how pleased that makes him to hear, slower to begin nibbling on his own portion.]
You can cook, can't you? I don't remember if you told me how well.
[Cy has certainly had plenty of time to master such a skill.]
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（ shut up and let him say nice things to you without protest, goblin child. ）
I can cook, yeah. I'm not bad. But, ah... it's kinda like cleaning, for me. I don't do it for just me, since I can't exactly starve to death.
（ and sasuke's probably well aware of his complete apathy about caring for his basic human needs by now, oop. ）
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Does it hurt? When you don't eat.
[Yes, perhaps Cy's body does not allow starvation. It still does not sit right with Sasuke that he would neglect himself.]
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（ but he wouldn't describe the sensation as painful, exactly. it's dull, by contrast to the sunbright burst of something like getting shot or stabbed. ）
Maybe I would've found it painful once. If I ever did, I've forgotten that time in my life. It's more of a dull ache, easy to ignore. Suffocating or drowning are a bit more of a present pain-in-the-ass.
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Then it's my responsibility to see that you aren't uncomfortable. Eat.
[His voice is soft — gentle, an entreaty more than a command.]
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（ it's a soft, solemn promise. he tosses the last bite of the onirigi in his mouth and obediently chews it, swallows. shows off his empty mouth with a comedically exaggerated ahhh. ）
Don't worry about me, okay? I'll look after myself for you.
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[Once he finishes his own onigiri, chewing through the mouthful of rice and kelp, Sasuke reaches next for the box of cake.]
Hold this steady for me. [Placed into Cy's hands, he reaches for a fork next — plastic, provided with the purchase.] They were selling a lot of different desserts this week due to the holiday. Is it something you've celebrated before?
[He would assume so, given Cy's expressed interest in romantic relationships.]
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（ it's him, he's bitches. as evidenced by the fact that the moment sasuke has a forkful of cake for him to try he leans down and closes his mouth around it. ）
Wasn't around for that one, though. Way before my time, I'm just a history nerd.
（ not like it always sticks in his brain, but. you know. ）
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[It seems a bizarre connection, but perhaps not so far-fetched when he considers where they are, and that prevalent influence of sex in all forms. Yet pregnancy isn't something his culture had celebrated beyond the mere expectation of clans to conceive — not as a holiday, certainly. Even that much would be too flagrant an act. Such an excess as Cy describes is unimaginable.]
... I see. [Anyway, he delicately pares another bite of cake with the fork and lifts it to Cy's lips.] I'm surprised it isn't practiced in that context here, but I suppose children are not the goal of the resort. [Not when many of those walleyed guests have been present so long.] I wonder if it even possible to conceive.
[Why have you put his mind on this track?]
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（ he hasn't seen any children running around, thank fucking christ he would've lost his mind by now if that were the case — but if pregnancy is possible, that could mean any number of horrifying things in and of itself.
cy shrugs, and walks himself back from the faint, faraway glimmer of anger at their captivity. accepts the next bite of cake, and manages a smile. ）
Luckily for us both, not really a concern here. （ a gesture between the two of them, playful. ） But I solemnly swear to give it my best effort.
sasuke: i have a new kink and i don't even know it
Cy's playful flirtation, then? It must be. The suggestion of sex is enough, even carrying the connotation of reproduction.]
Focus on eating first. [Another bite. Some of the icing is left on the fork; he surrenders to the impulse and cleans it off with his own tongue.] You mentioned before that you've had children. Right?
sorry about your life sasuke
Yeah.
（ he exhales, and it's not entirely steady. his mouth turns up at one corner. ）
I had a little girl. Before — （ a vague gesture to his temple. sasuke will get his meaning. ） I don't remember much else. （ not her name. not her laugh. nothing but that one image that's almost like an afterburn into his memory. ） And then... here and there over the millennia. Some were mine, some were adopted or taken in. I don't really care about biology like that. I just love being a father. But it's hard to outlive them, so it's — not something I do deliberately very often.
😔 send him to horny jail
(bonk)
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the sluttification of uchiha sasuke
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cw: cnc mentions/hard bdsm foray oop
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cw from here-on out: negotiated noncon dabbling
so happy for them
it's all downhill from here (cw for actual noncon refs oop)
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cw: breeding meta......
Dawn of the 1st Day: sixty-nine (nice) other kinks remaining
their eternal kink journey continues
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speaking of typos me @ me i just wanna talk
felt 🥲
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we were overdue a freakout i guess
this is so tame for an uchiha freakout he hasn't tried to sew bits of cy to his tiddy yet
i mean. i guess i can put that on the list.
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cw: rape-play mention
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