[The immediate aftermath of his own intense orgasms threatens to leave him senseless, but as usual Cy is a bulwark against that, supporting him through the recovery, hands steady where they hold him upright and tow him in for another kiss. His mouth is slack to accept it, and it doesn't feel like he really breathes until Cy has pulled back to allow it. The air is hot in his throat as he drags it in, their faces close, those words enough to coax another spell of tears back into his eyes this time for a separate reason than exquisite pain.
He shifts like he's trying to wrap his legs around Cy's waist, though their current positions make it difficult unless Cy makes adjusts to allow it. He's aware of the soft, wet place where they're still connected and he rocks a little into it just to feel the weight of Cy's cock inside of him, less for sexual gratification than a reminder of intimacy. Cy's come slightly dulls the chafing ache from before with its slickness.]
I love you. I swear I'll never leave you.
[A stupid thing to claim when he has no control over it in this dimension — but he means it. He will make it true. As his body begins to calm those shaking tremors in Cy's hold, as reason returns, he releases fingers from the collar on Cy's throat and cups the man's cheek, petting at the bristle of stubble and then kissing him again before his arm drapes bonelessly around strong shoulders.]
I think... [With Cy, he is past the point of embarrassment, but this is different enough that his words falter.] My body feels a little different from the Diamond suit. I, ah — came twice. That isn't normal, is it?
（ he laughs, warm and rough as he shifts to allow whatever movement sasuke initiates — the flex of powerful thighs, the boneless drape of his arm. ）
After all the times I've gotten you off, you gotta ask me that? Lord.
（ he's clearly teasing, by the fact that he rocks up into him, slow. ）
It's probably the suit, but I'm not mad about it. Feeling your body clench around me when you come is the closest to Jōdo I've ever been. （ he nuzzles into the hollow of sasuke's throat, mouth curved in a soft smile. ） I'll have to get creative if I want to keep up with you. I've still got some of those candies — though I'm not averse to using my fingers or my mouth or having you top. Or toys.
（ like. they've got options. but first, they've got a script to follow. namely — ）
You wanna swap forms while I'm inside you?
（ they've done it with a dildo, but only one involved party was privy to that sensation. cy, on the other hand, wants to wreck his boyfriend in every possible way, thanks. ）
[Fiancé now, actually — a thought that may wake him in a hot sweat of elation later tonight, but for now he's too preoccupied with the meager movement of Cy's hips underneath his lap, jostling where they're joined. He bites his tongue to keep from moaning aloud, because the jutsu will require focus.]
Yes. I want to. [All of those options are nothing he would turn down, but this one is vivid in his mind right now, a challenge as much as a continuation of pleasure.]
... This technique was never meant to be used this way, though, I don't think. [There's a short, breathy little laugh.] But it isn't the first time I've broken a rule.
[His right hand reaches out, seeking and finding Cy's in that familiar grasp, a pattern of seals to form the henge that he notices Cy has memorized now. Then, the transformation — a shiver of muscle settling into the new body, fine chakra control maintaining most of his form except where he wants it to change. Those female characteristics that Cy has explored a few times by now, the long dark hair and full breasts, the warm press of his cunt now against Cy's lower belly.]
Oh, I imagine none of your zany ninja tricks have been meant to facilitate you getting dicked down by a god. Just wait until I force you to use the clone technique so I can wreck like, six of you.
（ he'll fuckin' do it, too. but he does fall somewhat (ha) silent as he lets sasuke focus, and once his body changes cy shivers, a fullbody tremble that speaks to just how much it affects him. he's made no secret that he prefers sasuke, of course, in the body that suits him best. truly, what grips him by the throat about the transformation isn't the tits or the well-served cunt, it's just — knowing that sasuke is willing to do it, that he's come so far from the kid who talked about women in the context of weakness.
there's a faint groan as he presses his forehead to sasuke's shoulder. ）
God, you're so hot. It's killing me. One day we're gonna get you a strap-on to wear so you can fuck me while you've got tits I can play with.
（ yes, it's fundamentally different than sasuke just fucking him as a man, shh. ）
[Don't turn the clone technique into a challenge.]
Would you really enjoy something like that? [He worries at his lower lip, briefly.] Never mind. Don't answer.
[Extracting his right hand from Cy's own, he places it palm-down onto the man's chest for leverage in his upright position, turning his chin to gently nudge at Cy's temple in an affectionate gesture. Then he drags in a ragged breath, because — he feels the effects of the suit running through him, mingled with the natural desire still present, always present with this man. It should be tempered, a low-burning flame after more than one orgasm, but instead it hits him in a harsh wave, newly changed in this body.]
Cy. [Sasuke grinds down, feeling where the man's cock remains slickly buried in his ass, softened and spent.] Something is different.
[His hand hooks itself onto Cy's shoulder and he draws himself in close as if for an embrace, pressing the swell of breasts to the hard plane of Cy's front.]
cy opens his mouth, and closes it with a click at that chastisement, content to just let sasuke nuzzle into him. he lifts his hips briefly in answer to that downward grind — not quite to the point of getting hard again, but close. that statement, however, takes him out of the haze of lust and his gaze sharpens on the boy, nudging him to sit back so he can examine him. ）
Sore how?
（ one hand lifts to cup gently at one breast, palpating the flesh gently to see if anything feels out of place. it could be anything — presumably, this body can menstruate, so it's possible that what he's feeling is the result of pms or some other symptom. ）
[The squeeze of Cy's hand over his breasts causes another squirm, this one a little less articulate where he's still split over Cy's cock, clearly a reflexive physical reaction that he can't control. Even though Cy is gentle, the ache only intensifies that uncomfortable soreness. His own hand lifts, fingers hooking around the circle of the man's wrist loosely.]
It's hard to tell. Don't they look — bigger? [Sasuke's brow furrows in a pointed look, as if to say: Be serious.] I mean more than usual.
[Yes, he has adjusted this body according to Cy's preferences, but not to any extreme. Yet now his breasts feel heavy in a noticeable way, almost swollen, tips of nipples flushed red.]
They're also... not supposed to be this firm. [how do breasts work???
Experimentally Sasuke shifts his hand to the other side of his chest, testing the heft, used to the pliancy and elasticity of soft flesh that has diminished now.]
（ oh. give him a fucking minute. the pieces come together, and cy pauses where he'd been about to experimentally pinch one of sasuke's nipples, instead changing tacks so he can pet at sasuke's hand to reassure him. then his attention flickers up to sasuke's face.
there is almost no way he's going to take this any kind of well, but — ）
Uh, one of the side effects is physical changes, right?
（ he presses sasuke's palm open, thumb seeking out the diamond sigil, tracing its outline gently. he's had enough pregnant partners to know the signs, now that he's thinking critically and not just out of concern. ）
Sweetheart, bear with me on this one — but I think that your body might be trying to produce milk. Which, for the record — I find wildly hot — but if it's going to be uncomfortable for you, you should change back.
（ there's a bead of milk that glimmers on the breast that sasuke had chosen to manipulate himself, and cy reaches up to thumb the droplet away. he wants to taste it, but without sasuke's consent or permission it feels — wrong, so he just rubs it between his fingers until it's worn away, instead. ）
[Mismatched eyes dart over, studying the diamond on the center of his palm where Cy has touched it — and he didn't miss the droplet of moisture wicked away by Cy's thumb, an inconspicuous motion drawing little attention, mindful of his potential discomfort. Even in this, Cy is so careful with him that it coaxes the burn of humiliation down to a low smolder.
Sasuke answers the kiss, lips warmly pliant against Cy's own, and on the withdrawal he listens, nose tingling where Cy sets that quick peck after. He glances down at the swell of his own breasts, still firm and heavy — making him aware of them in a new way, more prominent than just the simple softness of curves and female features — not to mention the ache that hasn't abated. He wants to squeeze them to seek relief, but he wonders if more of it will come out, and whether that would be... strange.]
I thought that only happened when the woman was pregnant.
[His voice lowers, like he's saying something illicit. Between them, well — it's certainly an oft-visited subject.]
Normally, but not always — there's other things that can cause it, too. Including, apparently, casino fuckery.
（ he lets his hand drop away, attenuated to the way sasuke's voice drops low, that tone and the implication contained therein makes his cock twitch where it's still buried in sasuke's ass. ）
Ah, yeah. I wouldn't call it a kink the way some of the other things we do together are, but — I enjoy it. More when it's the result of me knocking someone up.
（ he's explained that before, how it's about the intimacy and the expression of love and affection that's tied in with that mutual ownership borne of creating a life together. that, more than the act itself, is what drives him crazy. ）
[A low hum, because he does remember when that kink was first introduced to him as a concept, and how unfathomable it seemed at the time. Yet with Cy, anything becomes possible. Even more given the clarity Cy provides.
He sits better upright, reaching for the man's hand again and leading it up to his chest, molding that warm palm underneath the shape of one of his breasts. He closes their fingers, indenting soft flesh — and squirms a little for the answering sensation, sore and aching. Another droplet shines, beading at one red nipple.]
I wouldn't be surprised if you had managed to knock me up by now.
[Ah. It's a dangerous idea, potent as aphrodisiac in his blood. He shouldn't feel so hopeful — this isn't the place for it, he knows. But that is why they have this instead. The love and the trust and the indulgence of fantasy.]
（ — is the quip that follows, automatic as all such shenaniganry is from cy. but his expression is soft, tender and settled in a way that seems to crop up most of all when sasuke does something that can only be an expression of love. he palms one breast, and then levers himself upwards on his elbow to close his mouth over that reddened nipple. one slow, torturous suck rewards him with the taste of milk on his tongue, impossibly warm.
he'd expected to find it arousing. but what he doesn't expect is the way that lust and desire and love comingle into an urge that's nearly uncontrollable, to possess sasuke down to the very atomic stardust that brought him into being. distantly, he recognizes the effects of aphrodisiac — the bodily fluids themselves? something in the air? — but he doesn't truly care. he just wants, abruptly overburdened with the need.
his fingers knead at pliant flesh, and the reward is another taste of him, some new part of sasuke yet unexplored — swallowed down in hungry greed. sasuke will find that his cock, flagging with the aftermath of orgasm, is once again rock hard in the seat of his ass.
cy breaks the seal of his mouth to press a kiss against sasuke's sternum. ）
Stop me now if it isn't your thing. I think there's — （ words are difficult, and he makes an annoyed little sound pressed against sasuke's skin. ） — something. Aphrodisiac. In your bodily fluids. Might get harder to control myself.
[The sensation is wholly foreign, but he's explored enough new realms of experimentation with Cy that it doesn't frighten him at all, instead finding that deep rush of love and affection through his bloodstream. He wants to kiss Cy, but the man's mouth is occupied at his breast, sucking the milk this body has produced whether by resort happenstance or by some other, physical mechanism — he'll privately pretend one over the other. That Cy is the one who has caused this. The pleasure is electrifying, the sight of Cy's mouth closed over the peak of one nipple burned into his immediate awareness next to the dull, throbbing relief from a hand kneading swollen flesh.
He can feel the moment Cy's dick thickens again. He knows this man's body well enough by now that it raises a flag in his mind, because Cy is usually not so quick to respond, but — ah. The question is answered.]
No, no, I don't want to stop. Please don't stop. [That additional pressure where Cy's cock is seated in his ass makes his legs clench, muscle taut in the thighs. He can feel how wet he's become already, cunt against Cy's pelvic bone, a separate throb to the soreness of his breasts.] It's okay. I trust you. I want you to fuck me, and keep...
[He gasps, trying to coax Cy's mouth back onto his nipple for the hot relief of suction.]
It helps when you do that. The ache — it's better.
（ every time sasuke expresses himself so plainly, his wants and desires and choices — it's a testament to the work he's done, and how intently he's set his shoulder to the wheel. he's come so far, and cy is achingly, eternally proud of that growth that it feels dizzying, like the ground might collapse beneath their feet and leave them falling forever.
one hand slips to sasuke's back, pulling him in tight so that there's no escape from that relief, tongue laving at his breast where milk has dripped down, chasing the path of it back to his reddened nipple. ）
Fuck. （ articulate of him, actually, murmured as he rubs his cheek, catlike, against sasuke's breast. ） I want to plug up your ass and fuck your cunt. （ but that?? involves?? stopping what he's doing?? even briefly, he's loathe to entertain it. two wolves, etc etc.
it takes him longer than usual to do the math to pull sasuke's box of sex toys and cleaning supplies closer — and even then, his calculations are slightly off, just enough that he has to stretch to pull it nearer. he rummages for a plug, one of the ones that was almost cruelly thick at first but that sasuke's had plenty of practice with by now, and takes it out. it does get a generous amount of lube, done with one hand and mostly without looking — he's too fixated on what he's doing in the general vicinity of sasuke's tits to really pay much visual mind to anything else. luckily: multitasking is an old bedfellow, and he doesn't mind the challenge of it all. once it's ready, he pulls back from one breast, letting his teeth catch and drag on the nipple, swallowing before he says: ）
I want you to take this in one go, okay sweetheart? Be a good boy for me.
（ his voice is wrecked — low and roughened with lust as he urges sasuke up and off his cock with a light touch to his thigh. the tapered head of the plug is offered next, cy shifting his weight just a little on the mattress so that he can brace the base against his thigh to provide support for sasuke sinking down on it. ）
Go on, all the way. It's gonna hurt — eyes on me as you take it.
[Attuned to every word out of Cy's mouth, every soft murmur, every instruction — his whole body shudders through that reciprocation of lust. His head is already bobbing in an urgent nod. Yes. It would have terrified him once to want this much, but he has grown past that with great effort, each step intended to move in the only direction that ensures he remains at this man's side forever. With Cy, he's safe.
Sasuke thought his nipples were sensitive before, but now they're a vivid distraction, red and sore and tingling in the cool air when Cy withdraws, hard as pebbles. He suspects he could come from the sensation of Cy's mouth sucking at them alone. Another squirm punctuates his attention to the change, obedient as he lifts his hips up — uttering a soft sound of discomfort where his hole has chafed from the earlier lack of lube and rough use — but not hesitating to push him down onto the round, dull edge of the plug when it is pressed in.
As directed, he lifts his gaze to Cy's face so the man will see the strain on it, the furrow of his brow and slightly parted mouth, flushed cheeks.]
I'll be good for you. I can take it. [The size is a stretch, and he can feel that burn at the first push. At the lack of attention to his tits, he pushes forward against the front of Cy's chest like a needy cat seeking touch.] But I want your cock inside of me again soon, Cy. I feel... empty without it.
[He is officially a dick-crazed slut at this juncture.]
（ there's a breathy laugh at that plea, huffed out as sasuke seats himself on the plug — the reward for his frankly fucking flawless behaviour is that cy slides his hand away from its base and drags them against the slick folds of his cunt, circling the clit with insistent attention and a warm glut of praise murmured against his sternum between kittenish licks at his nipples as sasuke leans forward.
with a groan — ）
Gimme a minute, I can't magically clean anal cooties off my dick.
（ well, he could, but sasuke probably wouldn't like the method involved, so — mindful of that, he swaps hands at the boy's cunt and starts rummaging around messily in the box of cleaning supplies until he comes up with the wet wipes.
dear reader: turns out it's hard to focus on multiple streams of intense physical sensation all at the same time, even when you've got a divine pedigree and thousands of years of lived experience to back it all up. he's got one hand pinned beneath sasuke, fingers petting upwards into the warm channel of his presently-female anatomy — the other occupied trying to clean his cock, but the real distraction is the fact that he really just wants to slip said cock between sasuke's tits and let the leak of milk ease the friction.
but — sasuke asked so sweetly, and he's never been very good at turning him down, so once he's gotten his dick about as clean as it's gonna get, cy flexes his fingers inside the boy to manoeuvre him closer, fingers hooked more to the front of his body.
he could pull them out, but sasuke's such a fucking size queen and wet enough besides that he thinks he can stand a bit of additional girth, so he just steadies his newly-clean cock with his newly-clean hand, nudges the head of it up against his knuckles where they're buried in sasuke's body, and then in alongside them in a slow, torturous push. he can feel where the plug narrows the canal where it's pushed hard into his body, but he knows he can get past it — that sasuke's body will relax into the sensation and take him without instruction. he's so fucking eager to please, it's a foregone conclusion now that he'd take anything cy gave him or die trying. ）
You're so perfect, t'che verai.
（ the statement is punctuated by another lap at one nipple, the closing of his mouth over it and a loud, messy suck in the still air that paints his tongue in that sweet nectar. it's held there like ambrosia after he peels back, seeking sasuke's lips to kiss him, to force him to taste himself. ）
[In the unfocused haze of his lust, he'll forgive Cy using another set of words that should be banned from language everywhere, too concerned with the placement of those hands to chastise the man for it. The one that has slid a pair of fingers up into his cunt is the most distracting — he manages a messy, stilted rock of hips down, feeling Cy's hard knuckles grind against the soft opening of his body. He aches to chase friction at his clit where it is most tender and sensitive, but for now this is enough, gaze hungrily following the progress of Cy's multi-tasking in anticipation of what is promised next.
At the last minute he realizes what Cy is going to do, which makes a shiver of pleasure work through his body all the way down to tightly curled toes. Of course he swallows in steady breaths to try and relax before that intrusion — but it's still a challenge, taking the slide of Cy's cock into that tight channel alongside the breadth of fingers. The stretch forces all of the air out of his chest. He gasps, voice broken over a half-formed sob during that drive in, feeling the plug in his ass shift to try and accommodate the lack of space.
Everything is so much, then. He can't think at all. His breasts ache, wet and leaking milk from flushed, bitten nipples as if Cy has broken the seal on that flood of bodily fluid — and the folds of his cunt, too, are so slick he's already made a mess of Cy's lap. It's... excessive, but maybe that is an effect of the diamond, too. He doesn't care in the moment.]
Are you really going to marry me? [He feels intoxicated on the physical sensations, but with that comes a rush of emotion he can't control. A powerful wave, taking him under, hushing his voice to a murmur of wonder.] Did you mean that?
[The throb of where he's been filled in two places doesn't stop him from trying to grind himself down against Cy through the dull pain.]
（ once sasuke's driven downwards, taking as much of the combined intrusion of fingers and cock as is physically possible, cy frees up one hand to massage at the more neglected breast, coaxing milk from the chafed nipple. it's spectacularly messy, but in the moment he couldn't think of anything he cared for less than that. does this place have in-house laundry? well, they can find out. ）
I'm going to marry you.
（ it's said in sombre affirmation, as he kisses a line up the curve of one breast to his throat, biting down hard there, fully intending to bruise, to mark him, to claim him in every possible way. murmured there, in the juncture of shoulder and neck — ）
We're going to make love every day for the rest of your life. Sometimes it'll be sweet, and gentle, and tender — and sometimes I'm going to fuck you while you sob and bleed and beg me to stop. I want to look into your eyes and tell you I love you as you come, and I want to pierce your skin a hundred times and flog you until your legs tremble, until you can't stand or think or breathe without me holding you up, or kissing air into your lungs. I want you in every way one soul can crave another. I want to fill every hole you have, tend every hurt, meet every need. I want to fuck your ass with only your tears to ease the pain. I want to kiss you as the sun rises. I want to spank you until you're too hoarse to count each blow, and suck your cock until you forget your own name.
（ cy hikes him up a bit by a lift of his hand and hips, the heel of his palm cradling his clit in a frictive pressure, and rubs his cheek against one heavy breast. he closes his teeth against the nipple and pulls back until gravity makes it a cruel stretch, leaving sasuke with only two choices: either surge in close against him or wrench away to bear the pain. either way — ）
It's not hard to imagine, is it? That you're pregnant, carrying our child.
[It's a filthy litany. There was a time Sasuke would not have been able to handle hearing a fraction of those words, let alone consider living them out — but now he drinks them down, greedy to possess every promise Cy gives him, wanting every mark, every permanent sign to show what Cy has done to his body. The desire is satisfied marginally in the moment by the bite Cy leaves on his throat; he can feel his own pulse in the leftover bruise that stakes the man's claim so vividly.
It's almost overwhelming to hear it all laid out at once, because he's never wanted something more than this dream of a future. When teeth pinch and pull savagely at the tender nipple of one of his breasts, he bears it as long as he can — letting that sting of the stretch widen into a greater pain until he finally buckles forward against Cy, whimpering.]
It's not. I want to be. [The thought of Cy's seed in him, taking root — he's desperate with it. The altered anatomy of this body only eases the passage of that fantasy as he grinds his cunt down as if there's more he can take.] I want to carry your child. I want all of those things, but this one — I can give it back to you. Something of me.
[Relying on Cy, as well as his own core strength, to keep him upright, his right hand slips down to cover the hand between his legs. He squeezes Cy's wrist with an urgency that trembles on his voice. Cy's fingers rub against the interior front of that vaginal wall and his palm is a hot, dragging pressure across that sore clit, perfect, close.]
Cy, I'm — I might come again. Please, will you let me come? I'm so full it hurts.
（ that fucking whimper almost undoes him. he has to go tense, and swallow a ragged breath, and pull his mind to another corridor of thought just so the sound alone isn't his ruin. ）
My sweet boy, you give me something of yourself in every look, every touch, every word.
（ a tender kiss is laid between his breasts, and cy strokes his fingers deep within him, feeling the pressure against his cock that makes him rut upwards into his body. seeking relief. ）
Not just yet. Clench your pretty cunt around me and hold it. （ a nuzzle at the bottom of sasuke's jaw leads to a gentle scrape of his teeth. ） Five times, then you can come. Can you do that for me?
（ and he won't make it easy to hold out, either — one hand splayed against one breast, squeezing until that unmistakable dampness slicks his palm, kneading in against him in a way he knows will ache. ）
[He is aware of all the places Cy touches him now, the ghost of every kiss lingering on his body like static electricity. The teeth are a sharper impression, like a shock, but the way Cy fondles his breast is the most excruciating of all, relief and torment mingled in the heavy soreness kneaded by one hand, skin slick with the milk produced from that pressure, so much that it feels a little obscene.
Five times. Skillfully in that way Cy knows so well, he's given a task, a challenge — a method he can use to prove the depth of his devotion.]
Y—Yes. [He doesn't try to withhold himself now, breathing hard, knowing Cy will hear and feel him struggle.] I will.
[So he does, or he tries to the best of his physical ability, clenching down hard — a squeeze that constricts pressure around Cy's dick, around Cy's knuckles, and around the plug that is most unyielding of all, buried in his ass where Cy's come still sits inside of him. He sobs with an open mouth. One. There's a release, muscles trembling, and then another clench. Two. Until there are tears in his eyes at the end of the third, eyelashes wet and stuck together.]
（ cy laps at the spill of milk across his hand, and then shifts so he's sitting a little more upright as sasuke grinds down against him, making it easier for him to set that hand against the back of sasuke's neck and pull him in to kiss his forehead. he's tense with his own denial, body taut as a drumline — but he can still manage gentleness where it counts. ）
You're being so brave for me, taking all of this. I know it hurts. You wear pain so well for me, my beautiful, perfect whore. It feels s—so fucking good.
（ there's a nuzzle at his temple, letting sasuke rest against him. his hand slips back between them, petting at his breasts, his belly. lower, until he can press against the mons pubis and further compound the pressure of being fucked, being filled. ）
Two more, and then you can rest. I'm going to put you down on the bed and use your cunt until I come, all you'll have to do is lay there and take it. And if you're really a good slut for me, I'll whip your breasts until you're wearing bruises for a week.
[It is Cy's words that help him through the difficulty, layered in the gentle love of a kiss to the forehead, of the petting hands on his tits, belly, between his legs. There's a greater squeeze from the pressure of Cy's palm where it slips up against the pubic mound, and despite the greater constriction, it helps to coax him through those final two. It guides him in the tight, full-body clench even when he feels resistance, fatigue setting into the shiver of overtaxed muscles.
And the dull, throbbing, pulsing pain — this washes white through his head. He's nothing but a whore possessed by this man. He'll wear the bruises as evidence of that fact, and maybe he'll keep the breasts of this body for that week, and press on those sore places in the shower, and Cy can fuck him against the tile after. Does he have to change back right away? What if he stayed, and let Cy get him pregnant?
The final squeeze of those inner walls makes Sasuke cry out, soft and weak, dropping his head into the protective cradle of Cy's shoulder. An orgasm chases it — but it doesn't feel singular. It is a long, drawn-out, continuous pulse of pleasure that leaves him so wet on Cy's dick it feels like he could fit another finger inside of him and take everything deeper, to the seat of his womb where he recalls that dull ache. In a different position than this, perhaps —]
Cy... Cy, please, I want you. Come inside of me. Put it in me. [His voice is ragged, gasping, recognizable as still him despite its higher feminine tone.] Please fuck my cunt.
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He shifts like he's trying to wrap his legs around Cy's waist, though their current positions make it difficult unless Cy makes adjusts to allow it. He's aware of the soft, wet place where they're still connected and he rocks a little into it just to feel the weight of Cy's cock inside of him, less for sexual gratification than a reminder of intimacy. Cy's come slightly dulls the chafing ache from before with its slickness.]
I love you. I swear I'll never leave you.
[A stupid thing to claim when he has no control over it in this dimension — but he means it. He will make it true. As his body begins to calm those shaking tremors in Cy's hold, as reason returns, he releases fingers from the collar on Cy's throat and cups the man's cheek, petting at the bristle of stubble and then kissing him again before his arm drapes bonelessly around strong shoulders.]
I think... [With Cy, he is past the point of embarrassment, but this is different enough that his words falter.] My body feels a little different from the Diamond suit. I, ah — came twice. That isn't normal, is it?
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After all the times I've gotten you off, you gotta ask me that? Lord.
（ he's clearly teasing, by the fact that he rocks up into him, slow. ）
It's probably the suit, but I'm not mad about it. Feeling your body clench around me when you come is the closest to Jōdo I've ever been. （ he nuzzles into the hollow of sasuke's throat, mouth curved in a soft smile. ） I'll have to get creative if I want to keep up with you. I've still got some of those candies — though I'm not averse to using my fingers or my mouth or having you top. Or toys.
（ like. they've got options. but first, they've got a script to follow. namely — ）
You wanna swap forms while I'm inside you?
（ they've done it with a dildo, but only one involved party was privy to that sensation. cy, on the other hand, wants to wreck his boyfriend in every possible way, thanks. ）
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Yes. I want to. [All of those options are nothing he would turn down, but this one is vivid in his mind right now, a challenge as much as a continuation of pleasure.]
... This technique was never meant to be used this way, though, I don't think. [There's a short, breathy little laugh.] But it isn't the first time I've broken a rule.
[His right hand reaches out, seeking and finding Cy's in that familiar grasp, a pattern of seals to form the henge that he notices Cy has memorized now. Then, the transformation — a shiver of muscle settling into the new body, fine chakra control maintaining most of his form except where he wants it to change. Those female characteristics that Cy has explored a few times by now, the long dark hair and full breasts, the warm press of his cunt now against Cy's lower belly.]
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（ he'll fuckin' do it, too. but he does fall somewhat (ha) silent as he lets sasuke focus, and once his body changes cy shivers, a fullbody tremble that speaks to just how much it affects him. he's made no secret that he prefers sasuke, of course, in the body that suits him best. truly, what grips him by the throat about the transformation isn't the tits or the well-served cunt, it's just — knowing that sasuke is willing to do it, that he's come so far from the kid who talked about women in the context of weakness.
there's a faint groan as he presses his forehead to sasuke's shoulder. ）
God, you're so hot. It's killing me. One day we're gonna get you a strap-on to wear so you can fuck me while you've got tits I can play with.
（ yes, it's fundamentally different than sasuke just fucking him as a man, shh. ）
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Would you really enjoy something like that? [He worries at his lower lip, briefly.] Never mind. Don't answer.
[Extracting his right hand from Cy's own, he places it palm-down onto the man's chest for leverage in his upright position, turning his chin to gently nudge at Cy's temple in an affectionate gesture. Then he drags in a ragged breath, because — he feels the effects of the suit running through him, mingled with the natural desire still present, always present with this man. It should be tempered, a low-burning flame after more than one orgasm, but instead it hits him in a harsh wave, newly changed in this body.]
Cy. [Sasuke grinds down, feeling where the man's cock remains slickly buried in his ass, softened and spent.] Something is different.
[His hand hooks itself onto Cy's shoulder and he draws himself in close as if for an embrace, pressing the swell of breasts to the hard plane of Cy's front.]
My chest feels... sore.
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cy opens his mouth, and closes it with a click at that chastisement, content to just let sasuke nuzzle into him. he lifts his hips briefly in answer to that downward grind — not quite to the point of getting hard again, but close. that statement, however, takes him out of the haze of lust and his gaze sharpens on the boy, nudging him to sit back so he can examine him. ）
Sore how?
（ one hand lifts to cup gently at one breast, palpating the flesh gently to see if anything feels out of place. it could be anything — presumably, this body can menstruate, so it's possible that what he's feeling is the result of pms or some other symptom. ）
Anything else feel weird?
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It's hard to tell. Don't they look — bigger? [Sasuke's brow furrows in a pointed look, as if to say: Be serious.] I mean more than usual.
[Yes, he has adjusted this body according to Cy's preferences, but not to any extreme. Yet now his breasts feel heavy in a noticeable way, almost swollen, tips of nipples flushed red.]
They're also... not supposed to be this firm. [how do breasts work???
Experimentally Sasuke shifts his hand to the other side of his chest, testing the heft, used to the pliancy and elasticity of soft flesh that has diminished now.]
our kink bingo will never be done at this rate
there is almost no way he's going to take this any kind of well, but — ）
Uh, one of the side effects is physical changes, right?
（ he presses sasuke's palm open, thumb seeking out the diamond sigil, tracing its outline gently. he's had enough pregnant partners to know the signs, now that he's thinking critically and not just out of concern. ）
Sweetheart, bear with me on this one — but I think that your body might be trying to produce milk. Which, for the record — I find wildly hot — but if it's going to be uncomfortable for you, you should change back.
（ there's a bead of milk that glimmers on the breast that sasuke had chosen to manipulate himself, and cy reaches up to thumb the droplet away. he wants to taste it, but without sasuke's consent or permission it feels — wrong, so he just rubs it between his fingers until it's worn away, instead. ）
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Milk?
[His face is the brightest shade of pink that Cy has probably ever seen on him. He cannot yet get past that one word.]
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cy huffs — no hiding the faint amusement there, but then he doesn't really try as he cups the back of sasuke's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. ）
It's natural for this body to have the capacity to do that. It's probably some suit thing, I haven't read up too much on what diamonds get up to.
（ his hand feathers into sasuke's hair as another kiss is dropped against the bridge of his nose. ）
It's all right if you want to change. I know that's not exactly what you signed up for here.
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Sasuke answers the kiss, lips warmly pliant against Cy's own, and on the withdrawal he listens, nose tingling where Cy sets that quick peck after. He glances down at the swell of his own breasts, still firm and heavy — making him aware of them in a new way, more prominent than just the simple softness of curves and female features — not to mention the ache that hasn't abated. He wants to squeeze them to seek relief, but he wonders if more of it will come out, and whether that would be... strange.]
I thought that only happened when the woman was pregnant.
[His voice lowers, like he's saying something illicit. Between them, well — it's certainly an oft-visited subject.]
You said you... liked it?
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（ he lets his hand drop away, attenuated to the way sasuke's voice drops low, that tone and the implication contained therein makes his cock twitch where it's still buried in sasuke's ass. ）
Ah, yeah. I wouldn't call it a kink the way some of the other things we do together are, but — I enjoy it. More when it's the result of me knocking someone up.
（ he's explained that before, how it's about the intimacy and the expression of love and affection that's tied in with that mutual ownership borne of creating a life together. that, more than the act itself, is what drives him crazy. ）
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[A low hum, because he does remember when that kink was first introduced to him as a concept, and how unfathomable it seemed at the time. Yet with Cy, anything becomes possible. Even more given the clarity Cy provides.
He sits better upright, reaching for the man's hand again and leading it up to his chest, molding that warm palm underneath the shape of one of his breasts. He closes their fingers, indenting soft flesh — and squirms a little for the answering sensation, sore and aching. Another droplet shines, beading at one red nipple.]
I wouldn't be surprised if you had managed to knock me up by now.
[Ah. It's a dangerous idea, potent as aphrodisiac in his blood. He shouldn't feel so hopeful — this isn't the place for it, he knows. But that is why they have this instead. The love and the trust and the indulgence of fantasy.]
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（ — is the quip that follows, automatic as all such shenaniganry is from cy. but his expression is soft, tender and settled in a way that seems to crop up most of all when sasuke does something that can only be an expression of love. he palms one breast, and then levers himself upwards on his elbow to close his mouth over that reddened nipple. one slow, torturous suck rewards him with the taste of milk on his tongue, impossibly warm.
he'd expected to find it arousing. but what he doesn't expect is the way that lust and desire and love comingle into an urge that's nearly uncontrollable, to possess sasuke down to the very atomic stardust that brought him into being. distantly, he recognizes the effects of aphrodisiac — the bodily fluids themselves? something in the air? — but he doesn't truly care. he just wants, abruptly overburdened with the need.
his fingers knead at pliant flesh, and the reward is another taste of him, some new part of sasuke yet unexplored — swallowed down in hungry greed. sasuke will find that his cock, flagging with the aftermath of orgasm, is once again rock hard in the seat of his ass.
cy breaks the seal of his mouth to press a kiss against sasuke's sternum. ）
Stop me now if it isn't your thing. I think there's — （ words are difficult, and he makes an annoyed little sound pressed against sasuke's skin. ） — something. Aphrodisiac. In your bodily fluids. Might get harder to control myself.
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He can feel the moment Cy's dick thickens again. He knows this man's body well enough by now that it raises a flag in his mind, because Cy is usually not so quick to respond, but — ah. The question is answered.]
No, no, I don't want to stop. Please don't stop. [That additional pressure where Cy's cock is seated in his ass makes his legs clench, muscle taut in the thighs. He can feel how wet he's become already, cunt against Cy's pelvic bone, a separate throb to the soreness of his breasts.] It's okay. I trust you. I want you to fuck me, and keep...
[He gasps, trying to coax Cy's mouth back onto his nipple for the hot relief of suction.]
It helps when you do that. The ache — it's better.
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one hand slips to sasuke's back, pulling him in tight so that there's no escape from that relief, tongue laving at his breast where milk has dripped down, chasing the path of it back to his reddened nipple. ）
Fuck. （ articulate of him, actually, murmured as he rubs his cheek, catlike, against sasuke's breast. ） I want to plug up your ass and fuck your cunt. （ but that?? involves?? stopping what he's doing?? even briefly, he's loathe to entertain it. two wolves, etc etc.
it takes him longer than usual to do the math to pull sasuke's box of sex toys and cleaning supplies closer — and even then, his calculations are slightly off, just enough that he has to stretch to pull it nearer. he rummages for a plug, one of the ones that was almost cruelly thick at first but that sasuke's had plenty of practice with by now, and takes it out. it does get a generous amount of lube, done with one hand and mostly without looking — he's too fixated on what he's doing in the general vicinity of sasuke's tits to really pay much visual mind to anything else. luckily: multitasking is an old bedfellow, and he doesn't mind the challenge of it all. once it's ready, he pulls back from one breast, letting his teeth catch and drag on the nipple, swallowing before he says: ）
I want you to take this in one go, okay sweetheart? Be a good boy for me.
（ his voice is wrecked — low and roughened with lust as he urges sasuke up and off his cock with a light touch to his thigh. the tapered head of the plug is offered next, cy shifting his weight just a little on the mattress so that he can brace the base against his thigh to provide support for sasuke sinking down on it. ）
Go on, all the way. It's gonna hurt — eyes on me as you take it.
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Sasuke thought his nipples were sensitive before, but now they're a vivid distraction, red and sore and tingling in the cool air when Cy withdraws, hard as pebbles. He suspects he could come from the sensation of Cy's mouth sucking at them alone. Another squirm punctuates his attention to the change, obedient as he lifts his hips up — uttering a soft sound of discomfort where his hole has chafed from the earlier lack of lube and rough use — but not hesitating to push him down onto the round, dull edge of the plug when it is pressed in.
As directed, he lifts his gaze to Cy's face so the man will see the strain on it, the furrow of his brow and slightly parted mouth, flushed cheeks.]
I'll be good for you. I can take it. [The size is a stretch, and he can feel that burn at the first push. At the lack of attention to his tits, he pushes forward against the front of Cy's chest like a needy cat seeking touch.] But I want your cock inside of me again soon, Cy. I feel... empty without it.
[He is officially a dick-crazed slut at this juncture.]
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with a groan — ）
Gimme a minute, I can't magically clean anal cooties off my dick.
（ well, he could, but sasuke probably wouldn't like the method involved, so — mindful of that, he swaps hands at the boy's cunt and starts rummaging around messily in the box of cleaning supplies until he comes up with the wet wipes.
dear reader: turns out it's hard to focus on multiple streams of intense physical sensation all at the same time, even when you've got a divine pedigree and thousands of years of lived experience to back it all up. he's got one hand pinned beneath sasuke, fingers petting upwards into the warm channel of his presently-female anatomy — the other occupied trying to clean his cock, but the real distraction is the fact that he really just wants to slip said cock between sasuke's tits and let the leak of milk ease the friction.
but — sasuke asked so sweetly, and he's never been very good at turning him down, so once he's gotten his dick about as clean as it's gonna get, cy flexes his fingers inside the boy to manoeuvre him closer, fingers hooked more to the front of his body.
he could pull them out, but sasuke's such a fucking size queen and wet enough besides that he thinks he can stand a bit of additional girth, so he just steadies his newly-clean cock with his newly-clean hand, nudges the head of it up against his knuckles where they're buried in sasuke's body, and then in alongside them in a slow, torturous push. he can feel where the plug narrows the canal where it's pushed hard into his body, but he knows he can get past it — that sasuke's body will relax into the sensation and take him without instruction. he's so fucking eager to please, it's a foregone conclusion now that he'd take anything cy gave him or die trying. ）
You're so perfect, t'che verai.
（ the statement is punctuated by another lap at one nipple, the closing of his mouth over it and a loud, messy suck in the still air that paints his tongue in that sweet nectar. it's held there like ambrosia after he peels back, seeking sasuke's lips to kiss him, to force him to taste himself. ）
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At the last minute he realizes what Cy is going to do, which makes a shiver of pleasure work through his body all the way down to tightly curled toes. Of course he swallows in steady breaths to try and relax before that intrusion — but it's still a challenge, taking the slide of Cy's cock into that tight channel alongside the breadth of fingers. The stretch forces all of the air out of his chest. He gasps, voice broken over a half-formed sob during that drive in, feeling the plug in his ass shift to try and accommodate the lack of space.
Everything is so much, then. He can't think at all. His breasts ache, wet and leaking milk from flushed, bitten nipples as if Cy has broken the seal on that flood of bodily fluid — and the folds of his cunt, too, are so slick he's already made a mess of Cy's lap. It's... excessive, but maybe that is an effect of the diamond, too. He doesn't care in the moment.]
Are you really going to marry me? [He feels intoxicated on the physical sensations, but with that comes a rush of emotion he can't control. A powerful wave, taking him under, hushing his voice to a murmur of wonder.] Did you mean that?
[The throb of where he's been filled in two places doesn't stop him from trying to grind himself down against Cy through the dull pain.]
It's my birthday. You — hah, can't take it back.
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I'm going to marry you.
（ it's said in sombre affirmation, as he kisses a line up the curve of one breast to his throat, biting down hard there, fully intending to bruise, to mark him, to claim him in every possible way. murmured there, in the juncture of shoulder and neck — ）
We're going to make love every day for the rest of your life. Sometimes it'll be sweet, and gentle, and tender — and sometimes I'm going to fuck you while you sob and bleed and beg me to stop. I want to look into your eyes and tell you I love you as you come, and I want to pierce your skin a hundred times and flog you until your legs tremble, until you can't stand or think or breathe without me holding you up, or kissing air into your lungs. I want you in every way one soul can crave another. I want to fill every hole you have, tend every hurt, meet every need. I want to fuck your ass with only your tears to ease the pain. I want to kiss you as the sun rises. I want to spank you until you're too hoarse to count each blow, and suck your cock until you forget your own name.
（ cy hikes him up a bit by a lift of his hand and hips, the heel of his palm cradling his clit in a frictive pressure, and rubs his cheek against one heavy breast. he closes his teeth against the nipple and pulls back until gravity makes it a cruel stretch, leaving sasuke with only two choices: either surge in close against him or wrench away to bear the pain. either way — ）
It's not hard to imagine, is it? That you're pregnant, carrying our child.
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It's almost overwhelming to hear it all laid out at once, because he's never wanted something more than this dream of a future. When teeth pinch and pull savagely at the tender nipple of one of his breasts, he bears it as long as he can — letting that sting of the stretch widen into a greater pain until he finally buckles forward against Cy, whimpering.]
It's not. I want to be. [The thought of Cy's seed in him, taking root — he's desperate with it. The altered anatomy of this body only eases the passage of that fantasy as he grinds his cunt down as if there's more he can take.] I want to carry your child. I want all of those things, but this one — I can give it back to you. Something of me.
[Relying on Cy, as well as his own core strength, to keep him upright, his right hand slips down to cover the hand between his legs. He squeezes Cy's wrist with an urgency that trembles on his voice. Cy's fingers rub against the interior front of that vaginal wall and his palm is a hot, dragging pressure across that sore clit, perfect, close.]
Cy, I'm — I might come again. Please, will you let me come? I'm so full it hurts.
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My sweet boy, you give me something of yourself in every look, every touch, every word.
（ a tender kiss is laid between his breasts, and cy strokes his fingers deep within him, feeling the pressure against his cock that makes him rut upwards into his body. seeking relief. ）
Not just yet. Clench your pretty cunt around me and hold it. （ a nuzzle at the bottom of sasuke's jaw leads to a gentle scrape of his teeth. ） Five times, then you can come. Can you do that for me?
（ and he won't make it easy to hold out, either — one hand splayed against one breast, squeezing until that unmistakable dampness slicks his palm, kneading in against him in a way he knows will ache. ）
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Five times. Skillfully in that way Cy knows so well, he's given a task, a challenge — a method he can use to prove the depth of his devotion.]
Y—Yes. [He doesn't try to withhold himself now, breathing hard, knowing Cy will hear and feel him struggle.] I will.
[So he does, or he tries to the best of his physical ability, clenching down hard — a squeeze that constricts pressure around Cy's dick, around Cy's knuckles, and around the plug that is most unyielding of all, buried in his ass where Cy's come still sits inside of him. He sobs with an open mouth. One. There's a release, muscles trembling, and then another clench. Two. Until there are tears in his eyes at the end of the third, eyelashes wet and stuck together.]
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（ cy laps at the spill of milk across his hand, and then shifts so he's sitting a little more upright as sasuke grinds down against him, making it easier for him to set that hand against the back of sasuke's neck and pull him in to kiss his forehead. he's tense with his own denial, body taut as a drumline — but he can still manage gentleness where it counts. ）
You're being so brave for me, taking all of this. I know it hurts. You wear pain so well for me, my beautiful, perfect whore. It feels s—so fucking good.
（ there's a nuzzle at his temple, letting sasuke rest against him. his hand slips back between them, petting at his breasts, his belly. lower, until he can press against the mons pubis and further compound the pressure of being fucked, being filled. ）
Two more, and then you can rest. I'm going to put you down on the bed and use your cunt until I come, all you'll have to do is lay there and take it. And if you're really a good slut for me, I'll whip your breasts until you're wearing bruises for a week.
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And the dull, throbbing, pulsing pain — this washes white through his head. He's nothing but a whore possessed by this man. He'll wear the bruises as evidence of that fact, and maybe he'll keep the breasts of this body for that week, and press on those sore places in the shower, and Cy can fuck him against the tile after. Does he have to change back right away? What if he stayed, and let Cy get him pregnant?
The final squeeze of those inner walls makes Sasuke cry out, soft and weak, dropping his head into the protective cradle of Cy's shoulder. An orgasm chases it — but it doesn't feel singular. It is a long, drawn-out, continuous pulse of pleasure that leaves him so wet on Cy's dick it feels like he could fit another finger inside of him and take everything deeper, to the seat of his womb where he recalls that dull ache. In a different position than this, perhaps —]
Cy... Cy, please, I want you. Come inside of me. Put it in me. [His voice is ragged, gasping, recognizable as still him despite its higher feminine tone.] Please fuck my cunt.
cw: gender fuckery ig
cw: gender fuckery cont.
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im just time skipping us a l'il otherwise we will be here ALL YEAR
why do they yap so much. also cw: pregnancy kink now for real lmao
they never shut the fuck up. and never stop fucking. we've created a monster.
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cw: deliberate misgendering from here on out
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we forgot the cnc warning oop
abandon shame all ye who enter here
that's a good way of putting it 🤡🤡🤡
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cw: kv does war crimes again
😭😭
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the day sasuke says 'tits' outloud his sexism will be cured
he will be a changed (wo)man
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cw: deranged cnc talk ig
pillow talk for them
truly tbqh
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stares at the 1.3k comments in this inbox
we're going to stumble out of this cr like we've just lost 100 years in faerie tbqh
yeah 🤡🤡🤡
the cysuke experience
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