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[hallowing]

（ look he loves!! the sap!! he's basically a maple syrup farm in the wilds near sucrerie de la montagne. he makes a thoughtful hm of sound, and then: ）

Sure. But if your next suggestion is sucking my dick, I am going to lampshade that that's gotta be the funniest way you've asked me that question, to date.

[chokuto]

So? Should I not ask?

[Fine, he'll spike the sap back with prickliness.]

The suit's draining my chakra. Not significantly, but I noticed.

[hallowing]

Oh, no. Please do ask. I think it's cute when you look up at me with those pretty eyes and beg me for what you want.

（ there's a loving little nuzzle at his cheek — accepting that prickliness for what it is and soothing it with the nearness and intimacy of physical contact. ）

Take as much as you need. I'm kinda an unlimited supply.

[chokuto]

I'm not begging.

[Yet. He would, if Cy asked him to — he'd do anything if Cy wanted him to do it. The nuzzle soothes, and he returns the gesture without hesitation, seeking more of that intimacy.]

I don't know if it will work, but... it seems possible. Will it hurt you?

[hallowing]

（ complicated question. cy gives him a considering look, settling back against the cushions, his expression just a little far away. ）

Hard to say. I don't think it would hurt in the sense that I'd want or need you to stop — I don't mind putting up with some discomfort if it benefits you, and I'm not exaggerating when I say there's an unfathomable amount of shit on tap here. Pillars of the world, right?

（ a bit of an absent-minded shrug. ）

Let's try it. I won't let you hurt me in a way that would wound you, okay?

[chokuto]

Should we attempt it in a more normal way first, then? I can put my hand on you.

[Yes, he wants Cy's dick in his mouth about eighty percent of the time, but —]

I know that you would put with the discomfort, but... it seems wrong, for sex, if you aren't enjoying it.

[hallowing]

（ he seeks out sasuke's hand and brings it up between them, kisses his palm gently. ）

That's a good boundary to have, and I think it's good to be aware of things like that with a partner.

（ it's a limit that, for sasuke, he knows full well is hard won. how easily sasuke could have slipped in the other direction. so his tone is soft, fond praise, proud and warm. ）

We've talked about masochism and sadism and all that — you know that former's not my thing, but I wanna make something clear to you — I'd do anything for you. That's a choice I'd make. And it's okay if you don't want to push that, either — this is give and take — but there are certain thresholds of discomfort that most people are willing to endure for someone they love, not because they feel it's owed, not because they fear losing that person if they don't, but because it can — in moderation — be another avenue to demonstrate love. You go see a movie you know you won't like, because your boyfriend will, you know? And even if it did or does hurt — I don't think it would, for the record — seeing you on your knees for me would still make it worth it, because I'd enjoy doing that for you, even if the sensation ends up being not to my taste.

（ but he does, obligingly, tuck sasuke's hand beneath the fabric of his shirt, and presses his palm down overtop the back of the boy's hand to flatten it out against his chest. ）

But thank you for being considerate of me. Let's try this way and then decide?

[chokuto]

[He knows his own emotionality in the moment is a likely product of the past few days wearing down on him — and he knows Cy would not blame him for his own sensitivity. Yet it feels overwhelming, dropping his head forward to rest their foreheads together in a brief press, conscious of the threat of tears coaxed once more at those words.

No one has ever communicated affection and love so openly with him, before Cy. It stills his breath every time. It leaves him carved raw and open, aching, desperate to preserve the sentiment forever. Never to lose it.]

I feel the same. [I'd do anything for you.] ... All right.

[His right palm lays itself over Cy's chest, first ghosting where he can feel the stronger thud of a heart beneath layers of bone and muscle — then settling, finally, in the dip of a sternum. With the aid of Rinnegan, he can locate that deep well of energy within Cy's body, sheltered somewhere at the core as opposed to a network of chakra pathways, and as Cy promised him it is immense. The first pull is tentative. There's a flickering of sensation where his hand sits beneath Cy's shirt — cold, malevolent, an oily seep of corrupt energy like vapor against his skin. Yet it is also powerful and seemingly limitless, because Sasuke struggles to keep the channeled drain small and narrow, a trickle compared to a flood.]

cw: suicidality

[hallowing]

（ he's felt a drain on his energy before. in severmeretha, where being one of only two divine aspects left in the material universe means that it's bled out of him by degrees. in abbrenon, when they caught him off guard with the wards. so while he is not strictly speaking braced for the sensation the way one holds fast for a blow, he has still experienced a a variety of ways it might feel, and is prepared. there is a shiver of something like panic, that animal awareness that recognizes danger innate to a threat. auhle was helpless once, and to have killed him would be kinder. cy has himself been under the power of others — but helplessness is a skin long sloughed away.

he can tell immediately that this ability of sasuke's is a weapon. it feels a little like a metaphoric knife at his throat, but he bares it just the same. when the drain becomes a scouring roar, he covers sasuke's hand with his own and lifts his right to gently cup at his face, shifting upwards to kiss him. ）

It's okay.

（ a soft murmur in chiskikani, tao cie. transliterated, it might mean more bright day. ）

Just stay with me.

[chokuto]

[The current goes through him, fast-running, a dark and cold pull of power — he can feel the moment Cy's other hand cups his chin, drawing their lips together in a kiss that steadies and stabilizes the rush. Those words, too, split the film of disorienting energy and anchor him back in place, aware that he's let it pool so quickly that he's a little breathless from the potency. It doesn't feel like he needs much of Cy's power to replenish his own reserve of chakra, not to the extent he might need to drain from another shinobi. A ratio of greater proportion — not the one-to-one he had anticipated.

It's... intoxicating. It shouldn't be, and he has enough discipline to keep himself from being carried away, but in the end Sasuke pulls his hand off in an abrupt severance of that connection. The hand crackles with bright-blue, electric chakra — staticky arcs bridge fingertips, light jumping in the dim alcove where they've tucked themselves. Finally it cools and dissipates.]

Sorry. [He sounds dazed to his own ears.] I wasn't prepared for how it different it would feel with you. Was that too much?

[hallowing]

Shh.

（ sasuke's tendency to reach for apology when none is due at all is heartbreaking, actually — cy cages their fingers together, and then lifts it to kiss the backs of his knuckles. ）

Nah. Tickled.

[chokuto]

[His hand is loose in Cy's grasp, electricity lingering in a slight scent of smoke on fingers when kissed. They twitch against those lips, turning over so he can smooth the callused pads across the man's jaw.]

You were right. I only took a small amount of your energy, but it felt like it would continue forever.

[hallowing]

（ that earns a bit of a laugh, and he rubs into sasuke's touch like a cat. ）

It has to. Keeping KV in check takes a lot.

[chokuto]

So most of your power is being used to restrain him?

[Thoughtful now, he moves his hand up, petting fingers into Cy’s hair.]

[hallowing]

It's never really been mine. Still isn't, except by accident. 'A god by any other name', et cetera.

（ it doesn't bother him — it's not a title he ever would have wanted in the first place, so the fact that he's effectively a counterfeit is more boon than sore, self-directed criticism. ）

But yeah.

[chokuto]

[To Sasuke, this energy is so distinctly Cy that it is difficult to separate as belonging to an entity — one that, so far, he hasn't seen. But he nods his head.]

It helped. I didn't need as much as I thought.

[His hand slips around, gentle at the back of Cy's neck.]

... I suppose I no longer have a reason to get on my knees, then.

[hallowing]

Who says you need a reason beyond 'haven't seen me in a few days'?

（ he covers sasuke's hand with his own, and then gently disentangles him — all seats and trays in their upright and locked position, hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times — and then he just.

gently, playfully — but with no small amount of insistence — shoves sasuke off his lap. it's less about dropping him directly and more about pushing him down his angled shins and 'catching' him with his feet, before depositing him the remaining few inches to the floor with a bit of a grin. ）

C'mon, hotshot. （ this is 100 percent said with that good, old-fashioned fuckboy gesture of both hands swanned towards his groin to draw the emphasis to the semi he's sporting. ） Blow my mind.

[chokuto]

[The abrupt shove backward is unexpected, breath snagging as his weight is displaced onto Cy's shins and lowered to the ground — but he doesn't struggle, simply collects himself in that bent position and looks up, trusting, in love.

Seeing Cy like that, above him with knees spread enough to bring attention to the modest bulge of a semi even without those obvious hand gestures, attraction runs a hot river through his blood. No one else in the resort makes him feel like this, not in the same way. Not spellbound, dry-mouthed, hopelessly desperate — and unafraid to show it, even if once upon a time it might have made him weak.]

I like doing this with you.

[Not that it was ever in question. The way he bends forward, a kittenish nuzzling between Cy's legs that puts his cheek against the inseam of slacks, says it all. He keeps his right arm down and focuses instead on — frankly, a degenerate rub of his face into Cy's crotch for the heat and masculine scent and shape of the man's cock he can feel through fabric, half-soft, against his closed lips.]

[hallowing]

（ his answering expression is similarly soft, and there's a brief cup of sasuke's cheek before the boy leans in to get his face all up in his junk. his fingers feather into sasuke's hair and he holds him there, tucked in against him, perhaps a moment longer than is polite. ）

Oh yeah? I never would have guessed.

（ there's an upward flex of his hips, cock filling out further at the proximity, the contact, just the fact it's fuckin' sasuke. ）

[chokuto]

[His head tilts into the angle of Cy's hand in his hair — and the words tease, but he doesn't let himself stray from the act, held close and enjoying the shape of Cy's cock as it firms against his cheek, his mouth.]

Then I should be more obvious.

[Playful, his lips find the button of Cy's slacks, using teeth and tongue to slip it undone, then taking the tab of the zipper and dragging it down. It's slower, more tedious work than if he'd used his hand, but that's not really the point.]

[hallowing]

I like it when you're obvious.

（ his thighs splay open, sinking lower on the seat to give sasuke more room to work, petting at his hair without interrupting the act. while the appreciation is echoed in the stiffening cock and the inward drag of his breath, it's the soft, worshipful look on his face that conveys love above all else.

as sasuke works the zipper down, he'll find that yet again cy didn't bother with underwear — less deliberate in a sexual sense and more a 'i was too busy to track down small articles of clothing' sense. the only help cy offers at that point is to thumb his pants down lower on his hips to make it just a little easier on him to access. ）

You're so beautiful like this.

[chokuto]

[The look on Cy's face is enough to carry him through anything — though he ducks his head, a little warm across the nose from the praise that follows. Somehow, those words feel different than even the filthiest degradation, affection so transparently sincere as to surprise him again and again.

There's a huff when he finds Cy without underwear, no new phenomenon and he expects it wasn't meant as anything more than absentmindedness or practicality, but — it's hot. It isn't the first time he has thought so, but the idea of Cy walking around like this, looking for him, draws heavy heat into his belly; the fact he is so easily accessible now besides. Sasuke barely has to move his mouth once the zipper is down to find the man's cock, pressing lips to the velvet-soft crown, lapping at the slit to sample those first beads of precome in salt on his tongue. A familiar taste by now.

As much as he'd like to slide it down his throat right away in one practiced swallow — as well as he knows he can tolerate it so deep, so quickly — Sasuke takes his time here. He feels more protected by the door Cy has wedged (absurdly) against the alcove opening, and he wants to show Cy that he's confident in the act, that he can draw it out, that he's learned enough to luxuriate in every moment rather than rush to the end. When he lifts his right hand, it's only to push the hair out of his eyes as he bends down over Cy's lap and licks at his cock until it's all wet and glossy with his tongue.]

[hallowing]

（ he'd expected that overeager rush to the finish line, and so the fact that sasuke is going slow is — new. soft and sweet. seeing sasuke push his hair back, he brushes it back and secures it with a hand, warmly fond against his scalp. ）

Oh, I see.

（ it's not a complaint, more an enlightened aha sort of murmur. ）

Gonna make me work for it, huh, sweetheart?

[chokuto]

[His lips settle gently at the glans, ensuring that his voice is felt against the sensitive skin of Cy's cock in a warm vibration.]

Is that a problem? I thought I was giving you more time to look.

[With no need to keep his hand in place now, he lowers his arm — bracing it down on the bench beside Cy's knees so that his position is better slanted forward, covering Cy's lap. His mouth slips over the head, then off again, an audible wet pop of sound.]

[hallowing]

（ he laughs, and then tightens his hand briefly in sasuke's hair — warning, reminder, ownership all — and then eases back. ）

I've made you dangerous.

（ not a new sentiment by any means, but it's said fondly. as sasuke tongues at his cock, enveloping the head of it briefly in the wet heat of his mouth he exhales with just a bit of a shiver, hollowing out the gust of breath.

his hand slips to sasuke's cheek, thumb dragging against his bottom lip and then pushing inwards, forcing his mouth open. he doesn't try to drag him forward onto his cock, content to let him take what time he needs and to let him tease and play. it's new enough, and unique enough that he's enjoying the novelty of it all. but that he likes to look at sasuke in a debauched state is writ plain, the way he bites at his own lip as he traces sasuke's teeth, pushes his thumb down against the seat of his tongue.

a soft murmur, then — ）

You're so easy to love.