[With a deep inhale, he drapes his legs over Cy's knees if only for the additional contact, muted somewhat by slacks.
The saliva that Cy rubs down his skin is sticky with residue from the half-dissolved lozenge. As if he's forgotten its presence, Sasuke cracks it with his teeth and eats the shattered pieces. The ginger-lemon flavor makes his mouth taste saccharine. His throat is numb enough now that it doesn't feel much like he took a cock so hard in it — and it makes his mind wander off in the direction of how it might feel to do it again, given that relief.]
No, you're right. [The look in dissimilar eyes sharpens — an intensity of pupils dilated with a remnant of lust. Their stamina feels evenly matched; it doesn't take much to stir interest back up, fire over dry earth.] We need to work harder.
[A playfulness easy to feed into as he watches Cy bring up his caught wrist, briefly taken by the sight of it in that silk cuff as he's kissed. Arousal clenches low in his belly, renewed with a flush of heat.]
So, are you going to put me on my hands and knees, or do I have to do it myself?
（ that earns a noise of smug satisfaction, and cy leans in to steal a ginger-flavoured kiss. the water bottle that he'd set down somewhere on the bed is rummaged for and brought up, uncapped. he takes a swallow of it first, and then holds it for sasuke in turn. ）
Atta boy.
（ it's set aside, and then he gathers up sasuke's legs and begins the process of dragging him away from the headboard until he's satisfied, and then he flips him bodily over, exposing his muscular back and the narrow cut of his waist. cy keeps his knees parted with the position of his own, and then very deliberately he lays down against sasuke's back, effectively pinning him down into the thin, cheap mattress. it very much evokes that very first time getting him off, when he'd talked him to orgasm in a way that had been intended as mercy but had spilled messy and complicated emotions between them like the slit of a belly.
cy keeps one hand on the tether of that silk cuff, pinning sasuke's hand between their bodies and putting his shoulder at an awkward but not painful jut upwards. nothing he couldn't escape if he wanted to, but instinct tells him he won't do more than a cursory test of it.
he nuzzles at sasuke's head, and then low and soft against his ear: ）
Few ways we could do this one. You can support yourself with your hand on your knees. I can keep your hand pinned back like this, get you on your knees — you'd get pushed down into the mattress unless I let you up. Or I could fuck you like this, pinning you down. Coming on your face made me kinda horny for coming on your everything else, though, so unless you've got a desperate hankerin' for me to blow my load inside you, I kinda want to come on your back.
[Maneuvered onto his stomach, Sasuke releases a gust of air through his nose for the changed positioning even as arousal drives its hot blade through his body. He is hyperaware both to the memory of that first time and the fantasy Cy painted that had evocatively scorched new, unfound hunger alive. It is never far from his mind; those sinuous words promising to fuck him through a struggle of strength and pride, the first blatant insinuation of sex with a man he had ever experienced cutting a groove into the pattern of fierce attraction now so connected to Cy.
He is almost hard again in seconds, cock pinned between his body and the bedsheets, a fold of blanket folded uncomfortably under one thigh only aiding that sensation of animalistic messiness. His arm is bent, too, and though he tests the angle of a shoulder there is no pain. Just a raze of hot-white lust that threatens to chew him up and spit him out. His hand flexes enough to roll his wrist in the cuff of silk, not enough to pull it loose.
Cy's low, drawling, familiar voice so close stirs a shiver from his upper body.] Come on my back. [Gritty, filthy words. He can't believe he's learned to talk like this.] I want to be pushed down, with my arm pinned the way it is now.
[There's something so primal in it that for a moment it's hard to breathe past the force of his want, let alone speak.]
I like feeling the weight of your body on top of me.
（ he nips at the lobe of sasuke's ear, and then peels himself back. the weight lifts for a moment, and he grabs a pillow to put beneath sasuke's hips. he keeps the boy's hand pinioned with one hand commanding the tether, but the other slips the pillow beneath him and lifts his hips up, making sure his cock isn't trapped in an uncomfortable position before he transmats a towel between sasuke and the bed and pushes him back down, just a little rough. as if he doesn't care whether or not sasuke is positioned to enjoy what he'll do — though such a thing couldn't be much further from the obvious truth.
he tucks the long tail of the scarf beneath sasuke's hip and then threads it from there between his legs snugly, flipping the last bit of it over one muscular thigh so that his own weight keeps the tension on his wrist and the way it's draped will immediately demonstrate any pull made against it. cy jogs his left hip down against the pillow with a sternly worded — ）
Don't let it move.
（ he grabs the lube out of the nightstand, and the pop of the cap is the only warning of what's coming before the cool slick of the lube is laid in a messy stripe up the cleft of his ass. his fingers are likewise coated, and he makes quick, efficient work of this now-familiar part of preparation. he knows what sasuke's body can take — but while he could leave it as a one and done thing, the bare minimum of a stretch with his fingers, he doubts this is the only time that he's gonna be fucking sasuke up the ass over their marathon sexcapades — so he does take care with the preparation while simultaneously avoiding the nurturing massage of the prostate he's made a point to treat so attentively in the past. while he works — gentle but firm — he asks: ）
Anything else you want to add, or try here? World's your oyster, sweetheart.
[The pillow lifts his hips off the bed at a slight angle, breath jarred from him as he's shoved back down, even this action enough to keep the band of his arousal tightly wound — because there is so much trust in him for Cy that a little rougher handling translates only in the language of pleasure and affection, no threat, no thoughtless cruelty. His cock drags on the fabric of the pillowcase, but this friction helps keep him hard as hips squirm reflexively to rut against it, greedy for the pinned chafe. The scarf tickles; he feels his arm go taut, trapped. It would only take him lifting his thigh to free it, but the illusion of restraint lasts in his mind.
That command sinks in him, lead in a pool of water. Obediently, Sasuke does not move, careful to keep muscles still on the bed.
And this becomes a challenge when he feels the cold dribble of lubricant at the crease of his ass, soon warmed by skin as Cy works to rub it in, breaching him on knuckles familiar to the intrusion by now. It doesn't make it any less good — Cy's fingers inside of his hole satisfy some itch he cannot access on his own, opening up a depthless trench of hunger to be fucked. He's certain he could never get tired of taking Cy's cock.
The prompting question earns a hitched, airy noise, clenching down over Cy's knuckles in his ass almost unconsciously to make it burn a little more, though soon he's eased and worked looser by a clever turn of a wrist. Not angled enough to graze his prostate, he notices. A small and purposeful torment.]
You can be rougher if you want. [As he was with the blowjob.] And spank me. Not... as much as when we were focusing on that, I mean. But one or two wouldn't hurt. [Like he's assuring Cy more than himself.] Also... even if it gets translated, or if some words don't, I don't care, but — I enjoy hearing you speak in French.
（ he lets his fingers sink in until his hand is bottomed out against sasuke's ass, and then twists his wrist just a little. torment indeed. he pulls back, thrusts them forward again and this time follows the motion, letting himself lean against sasuke's back with both their hands, so differently positioned, trapped between them. he's still clothed and hasn't decided yet if he'll change that, or simply get his dick out again from where it's once more half-hard against his thigh. ）
When we're like this, my job is to serve you. Ask me and I'll give the world, sweetheart, but you gotta ask.
[It's a little easier this time — even as heat crawls up the back of his neck, and he half-buries his face on the bed to disguise the desperate vulnerability that rises up in him. The words are thick in his throat, but they emerge steadier than usual.]
Will you spank me? [A gasp is lodged on an upward twist of Cy's wrist; with the man's heavy body over top of him, there's no masking the tremor that has taken up residence in his thighs to keep still, to stop from grinding into the pillow like he already has Cy's cock in place of those fingers.] Will you fuck me harder, sir?
[He doesn't know how to ask for the French, still uncertain of the request himself, but hopefully — this is enough.]
（ sasuke says the words, and cy is quick to reward him, both with a soothing stroke along his flank and a kiss pressed against the blade of his shoulder. ）
Of course, ma petite flamme. Tu es beau comme ça.
（ he doesn't exactly need to, he plants his free hand on sasuke's back to lever himself up, which drives him down into the mattress by the factor of cy's greater weight. he starts hunting around visually, looking for the little red ribbon on the bell but not locating it with any immediacy. of course, the shift of his attention and with it his shoulders definitely means those fingers inside sasuke get jarred a bit.
intentional? hard to say. ）
You know where the bell ended up? I can't see it from here.
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[The air rushes out of him at that push of weight, driving him further down into the mattress, hips deeply denting the pillow tucked underneath. Combined with that lurid, unfamiliar string of language — indecipherable, he notices, as if its intentional usage has taken away the meaning and only made him more determined to learn and know what Cy has said — Sasuke's teeth find the inside of his cheek to pinch back a whimper. His voice comes more muffled, strained.]
It's... On the floor, perhaps. Or the side table. I didn't take it into bed.
[The answer requires him to utilize whatever part of his mind is untethered from the sensation of those fingers buried in his ass, and it's a failing effort.]
I should make you get it. Punishment for dropping it.
（ 'should' is the operative word there, and is very clearly not his intention by the fact that cy lets out a long-suffering gust of breath, and then: ）
You're lucky I like the way you're spread out for me like this and I don't want to take the time to rearrange you again. Relax for me.
（ with one last regretful stroke to that innermost point, he pulls his hand away and then goes on a Bell Hunt — literally just popping over the side of the bed like a fucking gopher rather than standing up like a proper adult — eventually finding it under the bed where it apparently got kicked during their last little hurrah. the towel he'd laid down earlier for sasuke's knees is also retrieved, so he doesn't have to be constantly reaching between the boy's legs (not that he'd mind, he's sure) to use the one he'd put over the pillow every time he wants his hand free and unlubed.
but, satisfied, he returns to his prior position and slots the bell neatly into sasuke's hand, closing his fingers against it in an affectionate press. ）
Two questions: Is that plug still in the same place in your room, and if so, do you want it up your ass while I spank you?
[If there's a huff of laughter, it's well-stifled by the bed. He coaxes himself to relax so that Cy's fingers have no issue sliding loose, but there's still a hitch at the way knuckles rub at the rim of his hole. The bell is taken in hand, grip closing obediently, familiarly now, around the tiny shape. (He will never look at bells the same; fond childhood memory overwritten.)
Cy's proposition earns a look, head tilted to turn dark, mismatched eyes up — arousal reflected in that open expression, cheeks flushed from the heat of being pinned facedown to the bed.]
Yes, it's in the same place. [He licks his lips where they've been rubbed dry by the sheet.] And yes. I want you to put it in me.
[The exhilaration of trying something new is like a head rush.]
（ that gets a playful little swat to sasuke's ass — not a proper slap, but enough that the sound of an impact rings out in the room. ）
God, you are such a slut （ (affectionate, derogatory) ） for getting fucked and filled right up, aren't you?
（ the most theatrical sigh, punctuated by the pull of the void — thank you math skills — and then he's got the plug well in hand. while he already knows it's clean, he does wipe it down with the towel, and then lean forwards, offering the end of it to sasuke. time 2 play with that degradation kink, boy. nevermind that cy absolutely also had it in his mouth the last time they got frisky with it, shh. sasuke should know by now that cy would never do anything he'd consider active humiliation. ）
Suck on it for me. It's not getting any more lube than what's already up your ass, so make it count.
[The word slut burns across the back of his neck, matched in obscenity by the performative slap of skin from Cy's hand on his ass. He doesn't say anything verbal, but there's a deeper whine half-stifled in his throat as his body jolts a little — not enough to unseat his position or upset the loose tie of the scarf under a leg. That, he presses down on with diligent obedience, because Cy told him to.
As soon as the plug is presented in front of his mouth, he studies it, already imagining how it might feel. There's little humiliation in this; his lips part readily, accepting the toy, using the edge of teeth to keep it steady and the slither of a tongue to maneuver it further into his mouth. He treats it as if Cy has given him his fingers or his cock — a dutiful suck to the hard silicone that hollows his cheeks, then a lave of tongue, bathing the blunt shape, drenching it in enough saliva that there's a leak of wetness at the corner of a mouth due to gravity in this downward position. He doesn't care. He likes that Cy makes him attend to this task, likes that it might chafe where spit thins on the plug as it is pushed inside of him — and he likes most of all that Cy is watching him.]
（ he does watch, his expression darkened with lust and warmed equally as much by soft fondness. he isn't rough about making sasuke suck it, just strokes his hair as he does and wipes up that string of drool with his thumb. when the point's been made — both points, he thinks, because sasuke took to that way too attentively not to be putting on a show — he gently prises it free with a faint pop of suction and settles back between sasuke's thighs.
he slips the plug between the cheeks of the boy's ass, rubbing it tantalizingly back and forth before it hitches against his hole and is gently, gently worked in. the saliva and the existing lube will make it easier, but sasuke's tolerance for the burn and stretch of a not necessarily well-prepped intrusion is never far from his mind either — for all his care, he by no means treats the boy like he's spun glass, prone to shatter. if sasuke wants to accept pain alongside pleasure, he'll oblige. ）
[The plug is warm when it settles at his hole, that reddened rim of muscle now slicked with lubricant to a sheen in the light, yielding at the first push of penetration — and then a sharp inhale precedes that burning accommodation of a stretch, because the plug is much thicker than Cy's fingers, its flared base keeping him spread open on the inside. It is the first time he's felt anything quite like this; the toy sits, unmoving, in the seat of his ass in a way that keeps him constantly aware of its presence, of its weight, without the satisfaction of friction or angled pressure. It feels like — waiting to be fucked and being denied that gratification, kept on the brink interminably.
Sasuke's breath comes in heavier pants as he feels the muscle of his legs clench, testing the give of the silicone. There isn't much. The sensation of being facedown, arm imprisoned, ordered not to move and anticipating for the slap of Cy's hand — he thinks he might climb outside of himself with the force of his own lust, cock aching in a dull and continuous throb where it's tucked against the pillow.
Ten counts. The first lands, and he gusts out —] One, [and it already sounds wrecked. The strike of bare flesh is so loud in his ears.] Two.
[A delicious sting of heat builds on his ass, enhanced by the plug keeping his hole open, an act that creates unconscious tension in the flex of hamstrings and makes each hit feel more intense somehow. In seconds, the curve of his ass is a bright, blooming pink.]
（ the blows are deliberate, landed the moment after sasuke counts off the last of them. there's a bit more force this time around than there was last time, enough that the sting of the smacks will sink in, and linger like the summer's heat at the first kiss of fall. they remain offset — no two in the exact same spot concurrently — but every once in a while he'll let his hand linger, rubbing at the plug, pushing it deeper and making it shift inside him before he draws back again.
at the eighth blow, sasuke's thighs part just enough that it needs attention, and so he hooks one hand over the boy's knees and pulls them closed with a flex of his fingers, and continues at the count — nine delivered snugly over the plug without quite striking it, palm curved just enough. but following in prior sequence, he does then press in against it, rocking his hand in a motion that's both soothing and torturous, the sensations at war with one another.
[The strikes of Cy's open palm are heavier, delivered a little harder, and that change escalates to the hot sunburn-sting much sooner than their prior introductory session. Sasuke sinks into the undertow of weathered discomfort, touching a state of clear-mindedness he's only grazed up against in their past exchanges, or else experienced purely as a consequence of aphrodisiac from that first time — he feels almost empty, mindless, existing only in the space between each slap of skin and shift of the plug in his hole. He hears himself counting. It's all he can seem to manage while panting in hot bursts of air facedown, face damp with a fine prickle of sweat from this exertion.
Legs obediently squeeze shut at the direction, an action so instinctive that Cy barely has to touch him to achieve it. There's so much sensation. And Cy tells him good boy, and this praise seems to drag the resulting pleasure out of him as if from deep down inside — the blunt shape of the plug aches in his ass, his dick caught hard beneath his belly, hips driven inches up the pillow as he's struck.]
Ah—!
[A surprisingly sharp, high sound half-smothered into the bed, Sasuke jolts as he comes, flooding the towel below his body with the wet rush of an orgasm.]
（ well, that's a sound he hasn't made before, and the tremor of orgasm is not remotely subtle. cy's hand stills at the last stroke, and turns the contact into a soft, gentle contact instead. he reaches across sasuke's body to track down the lotion he'd picked up the last time they'd done this, and while he's bent low across his back he drops a kiss against sasuke's shoulder.
it's the first time sasuke hasn't asked or been given permission to come, or at the very least hasn't warned him — and he's sure that he won't take the perception of some sort of failure easily or well. it's with that awareness that whatever he says will be formative to sasuke's comfort that he pops the cap on the lotion and starts to warm a generous helping of it in the palm of his hand. ）
Hey, it's okay. I didn't tell you not to come.
（ so, no actual 'failure', let's clarify that first. he pets a thin layer of lotion against the reddened skin of sasuke's ass, soothing the heat of impact. ）
And even if I would've, you wanna know something fun? It's not like having you follow my orders isn't hot — pretty sure I have absolutely proven that on more than one occasion — but every once in a while, knowing that I can get you worked up enough that you can't help yourself is pretty fuckin' good too. So either way, whatever happens is like a treat for me, personally. Homemade and hand delivered at the head of ya' pretty cock.
（ the massage deepens, and he now prises sasuke's thighs apart intentionally, working the tension from a dip of his hand between them. he's gotten into the habit of handling sasuke's body like it's purchased property, as if no part of him is to be hidden away or concealed or held to be sacred in solitary. instead, he writes his touch into every line of him, as if intent on crowding out any other contact that's ever been laid down in pain. ）
Was it because the spanking was harder, or because of the plug? Both, you think?
[Dazed and malleable, his body relaxes beneath the tender stroke of that hand, glide of lotion easing any friction between skin. Cy's words work to preempt any shame or embarrassment — and it surprises him to realize Cy would sense his reaction, would act to defuse it before he's even begun to knot up in that ingrained fear of failure so natural to who he is.
Sasuke turns his head to look back over a shoulder, feelings pooled in a warm puddle more than anything of substance. It takes a few moments to be able to form words.]
Both, maybe. I'm not sure.
[A sigh stirs from parted lips as Cy's hand slips between his legs, easily pliant to however he's touched. He could fall asleep beneath these hands now; it is always a terrifying thought, as if he's stepped up to the high edge of a cliff. Cy has carried him so far from instinctive walls of defense, habits that have kept him alive.]
The sensations felt... overwhelming, but not in a way I didn't enjoy. [Well, clearly.] It was intense.
（ the word 'enjoy' pulls a laugh out of him, a breath of amusement that'd be easy to miss if sasuke's attention lapsed for a moment. gently, he nudges sasuke to roll off the pillow propped beneath him, mindful of his arm and that he won't wind up pinning it uncomfortably in a boneless slump. he uses the towel to mop him up, and then hucks it in a ball for the door. any remaining remnants of come get lapped up, almost a ritual between them in and of itself. ）
Gettin' that impression. （ he just sounds so fond, words a soft murmur against sasuke's abdomen as he licks a stripe near his navel. he casts one hand out, feeling around until he catches hold of the silk tether looped about sasuke's wrist and then he follows it to his hand, lacing their fingers together in an affectionate press of sensation. ） I'm glad you're enjoying it. Got you out of your head a bit that time, huh?
[He rolls as directed, softness in his expression as Cy tends to him, wanting to reach and coil around him for an embrace, wanting to kiss his mouth and pull close — but they aren't done yet, and he's cognizant of this fact as Cy laps the spill of seed from skin missed by the towel. The hot and soothing swipes of that tongue make his toes curl.]
Mm. [Fingers braided, he squeezes a little tighter and nudges in, just enough to push his chin against whatever part of Cy he can reach.] Yes. It felt... [A gust of breath.] Like a high.
[He can't remain obedient for long when they're effectively between intended acts, and so a leg swings over to try and trap Cy's body against him.]
（ once he's tidied sasuke up to his satisfaction, mouthed at his softened cock and licked the saltbitter taste of come from wherever it was smeared or smudged, he lets himself be hauled into a sort-of embrace, letting their limbs tangle up as he drapes himself along sasuke's side. he's still fully clothed and abruptly doesn't want to be — he could use the void, but instead he hauls his shirt off over his head with a disarming wriggle out of sasuke's reaching radius, and then kicks his pants off with equally as little ceremony. the articles are shucked to the floor, and then he returns to his prior position.
skin-on-skin contact is almost a panacea — he sinks into it with a contented murmur of noise. clearly, he is fine to take a break and just luxuriate in some good ol' fashioned cuddling. ）
S'called subspace. It's when endorphins and adrenaline sort of hit a sweet spot in your brain and everything but the moment falls away. For a lot of people it's the aim of a scene. （ softly, ） Takes a lot of trust.
（ not always. not with everyone. but people like them — yeah. ）
[There's a slight curve to his mouth as he watches Cy wiggle around, fully aware of the neat trick he's utilized in the past to make swift work of his clothing and acutely endeared that Cy has chosen the old-fashioned route. As soon as skin is presented, he cleaves toward it. Their bodies fit together with well-practiced care by now. The silk of the scarf drags between them as he wraps his arm around Cy, but he doesn't mind; he still wants to keep it on.]
I can see why. With anyone else, I would be uncomfortable. It feels... exposed.
[He turns his head, nosing along Cy's jaw.]
Do you experience anything similar, or is it only for the person receiving?
Mm. There can also be a drop afterwards if you aren't careful — that's why I do all those check-ins. Once the adrenaline and the kinda... euphoric 'high' wears off, you can wind up feeling depressed, withdrawn, upset — sometimes you realize after the fact that you regret letting a scene get to the point it did, or that something that was good in the moment wasn't quite so awesome after, you know?
（ sasuke wraps an arm around him, and cy makes space — open and flexible to accommodate. he settles his hand against sasuke's shoulder and gently trails his fingertips back and forth as he does. ）
Doms can get it too. Subspace is more about letting go, and being kinda zoned in on sensation and experience, but on the Dom side you need to be mindful, be in control, be attentive. It's more about achieving deep empathy and synergy — but there's a lot less research done on that side of it, and there's different schools of thought about what it looks like or means, that's just my take. When your partner gets into subspace you need to be even more careful, because people can get more suggestible or tolerant of things in a way that can very easily go badly for all involved.
（ a light shrug. he's already caught himself having to be mindful of sasuke's willing tolerance of... fuck, anything really, and while it's not a problem while they're experimenting with some of the simpler, more vanilla things — he knows he'll need to watch his step and his own tendencies towards sadism the deeper they get. that first stupid judgment call doesn't quite haunt him, but he's — aware of it, like something lodged between two teeth. ）
I don't usually experience it outright, myself. It's hard for me to pull myself into just a single moment. And sometimes I'm — （ his mouth twists. ） — anxious about how I present control, and handle it, and manage it, so any possibility of slippage there scares the Hell out of me, actually.
（ for reasons he knows he won't have to explain. ）
[He shifts to lay on his side, also accommodating the position with their bodies tangled together on the bed, only a hitch of breath signaling the shift of that blunt plug still inside of him.]
I've experienced something similar to that — the drop — but not in the same context. There's often a low I feel after battle. Once all the adrenaline has faded, and... regardless of the outcome, whether I've won or lost, I find myself withdrawing. I don't like being around other people.
[So many battles he's picked himself up from and tended to his body alone, unless he needed outside aid that he couldn't manage on his own. There are no good memories in that direction of thought, so he focuses his eyes on Cy's face instead, close to him, hand wandering the smooth skin of a warm back.]
I've considered it. For you, I imagine that I would endure anything. [A simple fact he feels no shame admitting.] But if it's your responsibility to be in control, then I should also be aware of how much I can take before I agree to something, because I think it's natural for my mind to go to that place where it's low. [Speaking his thoughts, working it from his mind with words — it is easier with Cy than he's ever experienced with another person.] I don't know what those boundaries are yet, but I'm not worried.
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The saliva that Cy rubs down his skin is sticky with residue from the half-dissolved lozenge. As if he's forgotten its presence, Sasuke cracks it with his teeth and eats the shattered pieces. The ginger-lemon flavor makes his mouth taste saccharine. His throat is numb enough now that it doesn't feel much like he took a cock so hard in it — and it makes his mind wander off in the direction of how it might feel to do it again, given that relief.]
No, you're right. [The look in dissimilar eyes sharpens — an intensity of pupils dilated with a remnant of lust. Their stamina feels evenly matched; it doesn't take much to stir interest back up, fire over dry earth.] We need to work harder.
[A playfulness easy to feed into as he watches Cy bring up his caught wrist, briefly taken by the sight of it in that silk cuff as he's kissed. Arousal clenches low in his belly, renewed with a flush of heat.]
So, are you going to put me on my hands and knees, or do I have to do it myself?
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Atta boy.
（ it's set aside, and then he gathers up sasuke's legs and begins the process of dragging him away from the headboard until he's satisfied, and then he flips him bodily over, exposing his muscular back and the narrow cut of his waist. cy keeps his knees parted with the position of his own, and then very deliberately he lays down against sasuke's back, effectively pinning him down into the thin, cheap mattress. it very much evokes that very first time getting him off, when he'd talked him to orgasm in a way that had been intended as mercy but had spilled messy and complicated emotions between them like the slit of a belly.
cy keeps one hand on the tether of that silk cuff, pinning sasuke's hand between their bodies and putting his shoulder at an awkward but not painful jut upwards. nothing he couldn't escape if he wanted to, but instinct tells him he won't do more than a cursory test of it.
he nuzzles at sasuke's head, and then low and soft against his ear: ）
Few ways we could do this one. You can support yourself with your hand on your knees. I can keep your hand pinned back like this, get you on your knees — you'd get pushed down into the mattress unless I let you up. Or I could fuck you like this, pinning you down. Coming on your face made me kinda horny for coming on your everything else, though, so unless you've got a desperate hankerin' for me to blow my load inside you, I kinda want to come on your back.
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He is almost hard again in seconds, cock pinned between his body and the bedsheets, a fold of blanket folded uncomfortably under one thigh only aiding that sensation of animalistic messiness. His arm is bent, too, and though he tests the angle of a shoulder there is no pain. Just a raze of hot-white lust that threatens to chew him up and spit him out. His hand flexes enough to roll his wrist in the cuff of silk, not enough to pull it loose.
Cy's low, drawling, familiar voice so close stirs a shiver from his upper body.] Come on my back. [Gritty, filthy words. He can't believe he's learned to talk like this.] I want to be pushed down, with my arm pinned the way it is now.
[There's something so primal in it that for a moment it's hard to breathe past the force of his want, let alone speak.]
I like feeling the weight of your body on top of me.
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he tucks the long tail of the scarf beneath sasuke's hip and then threads it from there between his legs snugly, flipping the last bit of it over one muscular thigh so that his own weight keeps the tension on his wrist and the way it's draped will immediately demonstrate any pull made against it. cy jogs his left hip down against the pillow with a sternly worded — ）
Don't let it move.
（ he grabs the lube out of the nightstand, and the pop of the cap is the only warning of what's coming before the cool slick of the lube is laid in a messy stripe up the cleft of his ass. his fingers are likewise coated, and he makes quick, efficient work of this now-familiar part of preparation. he knows what sasuke's body can take — but while he could leave it as a one and done thing, the bare minimum of a stretch with his fingers, he doubts this is the only time that he's gonna be fucking sasuke up the ass over their marathon sexcapades — so he does take care with the preparation while simultaneously avoiding the nurturing massage of the prostate he's made a point to treat so attentively in the past. while he works — gentle but firm — he asks: ）
Anything else you want to add, or try here? World's your oyster, sweetheart.
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That command sinks in him, lead in a pool of water. Obediently, Sasuke does not move, careful to keep muscles still on the bed.
And this becomes a challenge when he feels the cold dribble of lubricant at the crease of his ass, soon warmed by skin as Cy works to rub it in, breaching him on knuckles familiar to the intrusion by now. It doesn't make it any less good — Cy's fingers inside of his hole satisfy some itch he cannot access on his own, opening up a depthless trench of hunger to be fucked. He's certain he could never get tired of taking Cy's cock.
The prompting question earns a hitched, airy noise, clenching down over Cy's knuckles in his ass almost unconsciously to make it burn a little more, though soon he's eased and worked looser by a clever turn of a wrist. Not angled enough to graze his prostate, he notices. A small and purposeful torment.]
You can be rougher if you want. [As he was with the blowjob.] And spank me. Not... as much as when we were focusing on that, I mean. But one or two wouldn't hurt. [Like he's assuring Cy more than himself.] Also... even if it gets translated, or if some words don't, I don't care, but — I enjoy hearing you speak in French.
[Is language a kink?]
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（ he lets his fingers sink in until his hand is bottomed out against sasuke's ass, and then twists his wrist just a little. torment indeed. he pulls back, thrusts them forward again and this time follows the motion, letting himself lean against sasuke's back with both their hands, so differently positioned, trapped between them. he's still clothed and hasn't decided yet if he'll change that, or simply get his dick out again from where it's once more half-hard against his thigh. ）
When we're like this, my job is to serve you. Ask me and I'll give the world, sweetheart, but you gotta ask.
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Will you spank me? [A gasp is lodged on an upward twist of Cy's wrist; with the man's heavy body over top of him, there's no masking the tremor that has taken up residence in his thighs to keep still, to stop from grinding into the pillow like he already has Cy's cock in place of those fingers.] Will you fuck me harder, sir?
[He doesn't know how to ask for the French, still uncertain of the request himself, but hopefully — this is enough.]
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Of course, ma petite flamme. Tu es beau comme ça.
（ he doesn't exactly need to, he plants his free hand on sasuke's back to lever himself up, which drives him down into the mattress by the factor of cy's greater weight. he starts hunting around visually, looking for the little red ribbon on the bell but not locating it with any immediacy. of course, the shift of his attention and with it his shoulders definitely means those fingers inside sasuke get jarred a bit.
intentional? hard to say. ）
You know where the bell ended up? I can't see it from here.
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It's... On the floor, perhaps. Or the side table. I didn't take it into bed.
[The answer requires him to utilize whatever part of his mind is untethered from the sensation of those fingers buried in his ass, and it's a failing effort.]
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I should make you get it. Punishment for dropping it.
（ 'should' is the operative word there, and is very clearly not his intention by the fact that cy lets out a long-suffering gust of breath, and then: ）
You're lucky I like the way you're spread out for me like this and I don't want to take the time to rearrange you again. Relax for me.
（ with one last regretful stroke to that innermost point, he pulls his hand away and then goes on a Bell Hunt — literally just popping over the side of the bed like a fucking gopher rather than standing up like a proper adult — eventually finding it under the bed where it apparently got kicked during their last little hurrah. the towel he'd laid down earlier for sasuke's knees is also retrieved, so he doesn't have to be constantly reaching between the boy's legs (not that he'd mind, he's sure) to use the one he'd put over the pillow every time he wants his hand free and unlubed.
but, satisfied, he returns to his prior position and slots the bell neatly into sasuke's hand, closing his fingers against it in an affectionate press. ）
Two questions: Is that plug still in the same place in your room, and if so, do you want it up your ass while I spank you?
（ they contain multitudes. ）
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Cy's proposition earns a look, head tilted to turn dark, mismatched eyes up — arousal reflected in that open expression, cheeks flushed from the heat of being pinned facedown to the bed.]
Yes, it's in the same place. [He licks his lips where they've been rubbed dry by the sheet.] And yes. I want you to put it in me.
[The exhilaration of trying something new is like a head rush.]
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God, you are such a slut （ (affectionate, derogatory) ） for getting fucked and filled right up, aren't you?
（ the most theatrical sigh, punctuated by the pull of the void — thank you math skills — and then he's got the plug well in hand. while he already knows it's clean, he does wipe it down with the towel, and then lean forwards, offering the end of it to sasuke. time 2 play with that degradation kink, boy. nevermind that cy absolutely also had it in his mouth the last time they got frisky with it, shh. sasuke should know by now that cy would never do anything he'd consider active humiliation. ）
Suck on it for me. It's not getting any more lube than what's already up your ass, so make it count.
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As soon as the plug is presented in front of his mouth, he studies it, already imagining how it might feel. There's little humiliation in this; his lips part readily, accepting the toy, using the edge of teeth to keep it steady and the slither of a tongue to maneuver it further into his mouth. He treats it as if Cy has given him his fingers or his cock — a dutiful suck to the hard silicone that hollows his cheeks, then a lave of tongue, bathing the blunt shape, drenching it in enough saliva that there's a leak of wetness at the corner of a mouth due to gravity in this downward position. He doesn't care. He likes that Cy makes him attend to this task, likes that it might chafe where spit thins on the plug as it is pushed inside of him — and he likes most of all that Cy is watching him.]
the sluttification of uchiha sasuke
he slips the plug between the cheeks of the boy's ass, rubbing it tantalizingly back and forth before it hitches against his hole and is gently, gently worked in. the saliva and the existing lube will make it easier, but sasuke's tolerance for the burn and stretch of a not necessarily well-prepped intrusion is never far from his mind either — for all his care, he by no means treats the boy like he's spun glass, prone to shatter. if sasuke wants to accept pain alongside pleasure, he'll oblige. ）
Ten strokes. Count them off.
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Sasuke's breath comes in heavier pants as he feels the muscle of his legs clench, testing the give of the silicone. There isn't much. The sensation of being facedown, arm imprisoned, ordered not to move and anticipating for the slap of Cy's hand — he thinks he might climb outside of himself with the force of his own lust, cock aching in a dull and continuous throb where it's tucked against the pillow.
Ten counts. The first lands, and he gusts out —] One, [and it already sounds wrecked. The strike of bare flesh is so loud in his ears.] Two.
[A delicious sting of heat builds on his ass, enhanced by the plug keeping his hole open, an act that creates unconscious tension in the flex of hamstrings and makes each hit feel more intense somehow. In seconds, the curve of his ass is a bright, blooming pink.]
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at the eighth blow, sasuke's thighs part just enough that it needs attention, and so he hooks one hand over the boy's knees and pulls them closed with a flex of his fingers, and continues at the count — nine delivered snugly over the plug without quite striking it, palm curved just enough. but following in prior sequence, he does then press in against it, rocking his hand in a motion that's both soothing and torturous, the sensations at war with one another.
in a murmur — ）
Good boy. One more.
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Legs obediently squeeze shut at the direction, an action so instinctive that Cy barely has to touch him to achieve it. There's so much sensation. And Cy tells him good boy, and this praise seems to drag the resulting pleasure out of him as if from deep down inside — the blunt shape of the plug aches in his ass, his dick caught hard beneath his belly, hips driven inches up the pillow as he's struck.]
Ah—!
[A surprisingly sharp, high sound half-smothered into the bed, Sasuke jolts as he comes, flooding the towel below his body with the wet rush of an orgasm.]
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it's the first time sasuke hasn't asked or been given permission to come, or at the very least hasn't warned him — and he's sure that he won't take the perception of some sort of failure easily or well. it's with that awareness that whatever he says will be formative to sasuke's comfort that he pops the cap on the lotion and starts to warm a generous helping of it in the palm of his hand. ）
Hey, it's okay. I didn't tell you not to come.
（ so, no actual 'failure', let's clarify that first. he pets a thin layer of lotion against the reddened skin of sasuke's ass, soothing the heat of impact. ）
And even if I would've, you wanna know something fun? It's not like having you follow my orders isn't hot — pretty sure I have absolutely proven that on more than one occasion — but every once in a while, knowing that I can get you worked up enough that you can't help yourself is pretty fuckin' good too. So either way, whatever happens is like a treat for me, personally. Homemade and hand delivered at the head of ya' pretty cock.
（ the massage deepens, and he now prises sasuke's thighs apart intentionally, working the tension from a dip of his hand between them. he's gotten into the habit of handling sasuke's body like it's purchased property, as if no part of him is to be hidden away or concealed or held to be sacred in solitary. instead, he writes his touch into every line of him, as if intent on crowding out any other contact that's ever been laid down in pain. ）
Was it because the spanking was harder, or because of the plug? Both, you think?
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Sasuke turns his head to look back over a shoulder, feelings pooled in a warm puddle more than anything of substance. It takes a few moments to be able to form words.]
Both, maybe. I'm not sure.
[A sigh stirs from parted lips as Cy's hand slips between his legs, easily pliant to however he's touched. He could fall asleep beneath these hands now; it is always a terrifying thought, as if he's stepped up to the high edge of a cliff. Cy has carried him so far from instinctive walls of defense, habits that have kept him alive.]
The sensations felt... overwhelming, but not in a way I didn't enjoy. [Well, clearly.] It was intense.
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Gettin' that impression. （ he just sounds so fond, words a soft murmur against sasuke's abdomen as he licks a stripe near his navel. he casts one hand out, feeling around until he catches hold of the silk tether looped about sasuke's wrist and then he follows it to his hand, lacing their fingers together in an affectionate press of sensation. ） I'm glad you're enjoying it. Got you out of your head a bit that time, huh?
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Mm. [Fingers braided, he squeezes a little tighter and nudges in, just enough to push his chin against whatever part of Cy he can reach.] Yes. It felt... [A gust of breath.] Like a high.
[He can't remain obedient for long when they're effectively between intended acts, and so a leg swings over to try and trap Cy's body against him.]
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skin-on-skin contact is almost a panacea — he sinks into it with a contented murmur of noise. clearly, he is fine to take a break and just luxuriate in some good ol' fashioned cuddling. ）
S'called subspace. It's when endorphins and adrenaline sort of hit a sweet spot in your brain and everything but the moment falls away. For a lot of people it's the aim of a scene. （ softly, ） Takes a lot of trust.
（ not always. not with everyone. but people like them — yeah. ）
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I can see why. With anyone else, I would be uncomfortable. It feels... exposed.
[He turns his head, nosing along Cy's jaw.]
Do you experience anything similar, or is it only for the person receiving?
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（ sasuke wraps an arm around him, and cy makes space — open and flexible to accommodate. he settles his hand against sasuke's shoulder and gently trails his fingertips back and forth as he does. ）
Doms can get it too. Subspace is more about letting go, and being kinda zoned in on sensation and experience, but on the Dom side you need to be mindful, be in control, be attentive. It's more about achieving deep empathy and synergy — but there's a lot less research done on that side of it, and there's different schools of thought about what it looks like or means, that's just my take. When your partner gets into subspace you need to be even more careful, because people can get more suggestible or tolerant of things in a way that can very easily go badly for all involved.
（ a light shrug. he's already caught himself having to be mindful of sasuke's willing tolerance of... fuck, anything really, and while it's not a problem while they're experimenting with some of the simpler, more vanilla things — he knows he'll need to watch his step and his own tendencies towards sadism the deeper they get. that first stupid judgment call doesn't quite haunt him, but he's — aware of it, like something lodged between two teeth. ）
I don't usually experience it outright, myself. It's hard for me to pull myself into just a single moment. And sometimes I'm — （ his mouth twists. ） — anxious about how I present control, and handle it, and manage it, so any possibility of slippage there scares the Hell out of me, actually.
（ for reasons he knows he won't have to explain. ）
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I've experienced something similar to that — the drop — but not in the same context. There's often a low I feel after battle. Once all the adrenaline has faded, and... regardless of the outcome, whether I've won or lost, I find myself withdrawing. I don't like being around other people.
[So many battles he's picked himself up from and tended to his body alone, unless he needed outside aid that he couldn't manage on his own. There are no good memories in that direction of thought, so he focuses his eyes on Cy's face instead, close to him, hand wandering the smooth skin of a warm back.]
I've considered it. For you, I imagine that I would endure anything. [A simple fact he feels no shame admitting.] But if it's your responsibility to be in control, then I should also be aware of how much I can take before I agree to something, because I think it's natural for my mind to go to that place where it's low. [Speaking his thoughts, working it from his mind with words — it is easier with Cy than he's ever experienced with another person.] I don't know what those boundaries are yet, but I'm not worried.
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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
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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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