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[hallowing]

technically u started it if u wanna be sassy abt it mr greek mythology expert.

i mean. u could come lend ur boundless moral support ig?

i could just rip the chunk out of the staircase but in the interest of not doing significant property damage math is probably still the best bet.

i didn't realize there were stairs 😭😭

im on the south stairwell tho

[chokuto]

It'll just repair itself overnight. I doubt you would do any serious damage.

Stay there.

[With food in hand — a veggie breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil from one of Cy's preferred vendors at Early Bird Hall — Sasuke changes direction and heads for the stairwell on the south side of the lobby.]

Do you get stuck... in things often?

[hallowing]

your often or my often

[chokuto]

Yours.

I'd have to reconsider your mathematical capability if it was mine.

[hallowing]

hurtful :(

then nah, not often. mostly just when im being careless or distracted which for the rECORD i would never do when ferrying u along somewhere

[chokuto]

I know. You'd be more careful with me.

Is there any pain? Being displaced like that.

[hallowing]

oh come ON

don't ask me that question u know i can't lie to u. jerk.

yea it hurts, but it's not more than i can stand, so yk all in all doing pretty good 👌👌

[chokuto]

[Now he really wants to destroy a staircase.]

Then I'll let you concentrate. And I'll be there in a minute.

[Yes, he knows Cy can tolerate it, but still — he hastens his own step when he reaches the staircase and begins to ascend, keeping an eye out for wherever Cy had managed to teleport.]

[hallowing]

（ by the time sasuke gets there, cy is sitting at the top step looking none the worse for wear save perhaps the fact he's now barefoot and the right leg of his pants looks a little tattered near the hem. but when he sees sasuke he reaches to gently curl a hand around his ankle as he draws near, and then he lets go. content to let that be enough in public. ）

Hey. Thank you for being ready to come, pistols at dawn, to my dramatic rescue.

（ also hello he recognizes that wrapper — ）

— with breakfast, even!

[chokuto]

Not that it was necessary. It seems you figured it out.

[There's a moment of relief, warmed by the touch before he unceremoniously claims the spot next to Cy on the step, close enough their shoulders brush. Then he sets the sandwich in his lap to unfold the foil one-handed before picking it up again, offering it out.]

You'll have to get used to teleporting to the eighth floor from now on. Don't get the math wrong again.

[To someone else, it sounds chiding — but Cy knows his tone and his bossily disguised concern well.]

[hallowing]

Ruined my boot, though.

（ he heals. his clothing, alas, does not. ）

Once I've been to your new digs I'll just teleport there each time I need to. （ a little bump of his shoulder in thanks as he takes the wrap with a little hand gesture of gratitude. ） So long as I'm still welcome to come and go as I please in Milord's lofty chambers.

（ he's teasing — he knows sasuke would want him there, and that this new place will inevitably be their new base of operations, just like cy's room has been for the past months. ）

[chokuto]

[With the most serious look on his face —]

It's not mine. It's ours. Since you're not that focused on ranking yourself up, [read: won't let him rank you up!!!!] then you should be with me.

[... his brow furrows a little.]

Ah. You're joking.

[hallowing]

I'm joking.

（ amused confirmation before he surreptitiously looks around and, confident that there's no one within sightlines of them he leans into sasuke's space and drops a quick kiss against his temple. and then resumes gnawing on the veggie wrap. ）

Guess that makes you the sugar daddy now, huh?

[chokuto]

The what?

[He's just — distracted by the kiss, thoughts skewing out of focus more than he'd typically allow in a public place, skin warm where Cy's mouth touched his temple.]

[hallowing]

The one who pays for all my needs, wants, and everythings in betweens in exchange for sexual favours.

（ ah, but he knows that look — bright, feverish. his mind slips back through time to the maiden curse, and it's the impetus for him to get to his feet and haul sasuke up after him. ）

To be meted out at your most eminent discretion, of course. Where's this room of yours?

[chokuto]

That better be a joke too.

[Mister funny man... but he goes easily to his feet, towed by Cy's hand and unwilling to give it up once they're moving, fingers braiding together in an act of PDA that is telling in itself.]

Here. [Sasuke takes over the lead and pulls Cy behind him until they reach the correct suite. Then he unlocks it with his Watch, their hands still joined — he hasn't actually been inside yet, so the cleanly patterned carpet is as much a surprise to him as it will be to Cy when the door opens into a modest entry hall. There's a console table under a mirror with a fake potted plant set on it; Sasuke toes his shoes off and moves further in, leading Cy, discovering a spacious living room, adjacent bedroom, and an attached bathroom.] ... It's large. We'll have to move our belongings.

[hallowing]

（ well, it's not his warehouse-turned-loft-apartment in toronto, but it's not a hole in the wall, either. cy gives the place an appreciative whistle as he steps inside, and once the door is closed he shifts closer to sasuke, curling his arm around the boy's shoulders so their hands are lifted upwards together. ）

I can do that. You want the stuff under your bed?

[chokuto]

Finish your breakfast first.

[Muttered as he moves in against Cy, unconsciously beginning to rub his cheek against the man's warm throat, having missed him in only the trivial time they were apart. The proximity makes the distraction in him worse — he feels a hot chill begin to creep over his skin, extracting his hand to slip it under the back hem of Cy's shirt.]

... but yes, under the bed. There isn't much.

[hallowing]

（ he makes a thoughtful hum as he shoves the rest of the wrap into his mouth and chews (obnoxiously) as he just. hefts sasuke around the middle and slings him over one shoulder. he puts a hand against his ass to steady him and then just moves through the room until he finds the bed and deposits him onto it.

and then immediately (still chewing) crawls in beside him.

if sasuke even tries to protest he just holds up a finger, shhh, give him a goddamn second to swallow and then — ）

I have a feeling we're not going to be going anywhere any time soon, so before you get all frisky with me, let me go get your things.

[chokuto]

[There's squirming protest as he's swept quite literally off his feet and carried to the bed, dropped onto it with efficient grace. Sasuke feels — hot, of course, but also wildly unable to sit still, because as soon as Cy is in range he's crawling closer, trying to climb on top of him before he's even finished swallowing his food.]

Can't you just move them here with your power?

[pupils dilated, shallow breathing]

[hallowing]

I mean, I could.

（ as soon as sasuke straddles him, he's pretty much over and done with. rather than protest, he just folds his hands neatly behind his head — not quite submission to sasuke's whims so much as amused tolerance of his increased libido. physical effects, he'd said. well. ）

Ask me nicely.

[chokuto]

[His right hand braces itself on the bed, leaning into Cy's space — a shiver is beginning to take to his body, and he knows this is the effect of the Diamond suit, but it comes on faster than he expects. Gratefully, his head remains clear.]

And if I don't, you'll leave my things there? [Now he shifts upright, sitting pretty in Cy's lap and fully confident with his claimed position.] The box under my bed has lubricant in it. And toys.

[hallowing]

Lots of things we can do without lubricant. And toys.

（ similarly at ease, his ankles cross, no issue taken with sasuke's weight in his lap. ）

You're not really sweetening the deal for me here, darling.

[chokuto]

Please?

[He tips his chin, and the submission he offers now isn't weakness — like Cy has taught him, it's a display of strength.]

Will you move my things for me, sir? I'll do whatever you want me to do.

[hallowing]

（ wow that was 0-100 of him actually. ）

Of all the times to start calling me sir with gusto, Jesus.

（ hello his cock is like half-hard over here from that little show alone???? lord have mercy, but this boy is dangerous. ）

Okay, okay — gimme a sec.

（ he lets his hands drift and settle against sasuke's thighs, thumbs stroking at the skin — parsing the math out in his mind. he's spent so much time in sasuke's room that half of it, at least, is simple — he knows exactly how far they are from that low ranked floor, and if he closes his eyes he can see it as they left it last. he knows where sasuke stores his items, knows how he folds his blankets, and with a slight downward tug at one corner of his mouth for the sake of concentration, he reaches for the items and pulls.

sasuke's neat little containers, full of his personal effects and toiletries and other items of use slip between planes and materialize on the floor nearby. a second pass, a bit more tentative, just.

brings the bed.

congrats, the tiny little bed with its shitty little mattress is now taking up a corner of the room.

cy looks at it. looks at sasuke. his expression is almost achingly soft, and he reaches up to capture sasuke's cheek and tug him down for a kiss. ）

I've got a soft spot for it, and you've got the room now.

（ the majority of their sex has happened in his room, because up until now it was the larger space — but the first time he slipped his fingers inside sasuke's body and coaxed him to orgasm was on that bed, and maybe he's sentimental about it. ）