（ it's said warmly, as if praise for how spent and stilled he goes in his bonds. and as before, this breast too gets a moment's tender attention — cy moulding his palm to give succour to abused flesh before he slips away again. this time he stays in sasuke's full sight as he approaches a sideboard. a glass is selected, a pretty crystal cup that he tosses up once in the air and catches as he saunters back. he doesn't speak to him, or acknowledge him in this sad state — he just crouches down, holds the cup to one breast and squeezes it until there's a telltale dribble into the glass. he talks about the campaign as he does it. resources spent, people sacrificed, a battle ultimately won. his voice is soft and melodic, grounding in a way that speaks more to cy as sasuke knows him, and not the towering monstrousness of a warlord he would never choose to be.
once he's satisfied, and the glass half-full — to say nothing of the mess on the floor — he circles back to stand in front of sasuke. he reaches to set the glass between the boy's shoulder blades, knowing he can't move enough to dislodge or dump it — and with both hands free he fits the gag back into place in his mouth, undoes the button on his pants and takes his cock out. it's clear immediately he hasn't been... unaffected by what he's done, the head of his dick messy with feverish smears of precome, and so hard in its entirety it's almost painful to bear.
one hand tangles in sasuke's bound up hair, and he steps in to an intimate nearness that seats him right to the back of the boy's throat in one smooth, easy push. clearly, he expects no participation whether willing or unwilling from sasuke — he just uses him as if he had no more autonomy than a sex toy, pulling back and then slowly sinking back in.
but it isn't until he's close — sooner than he'd like, but in a way that feels like poetry set to their scene — that he takes up that cup again. and it's with his cock seated deep in the forced hold of sasuke's open mouth that he pours some of the contents along the top of his shaft, knowing he's providing no option but to swallow it. the liquid is still afire with the heat of sasuke's body, and it provides a dizzying little stir to his perceptions, the juxtaposition between mouth and milk making his knees briefly weak. ）
[There's an excruciating line to balance between the relief and the torment as his breast is fondled, kneaded, milk trickling into that crystal glass. The sound is layered by Cy's storytelling voice, and he knows his tendency to slip into its weave — but physical sensation keeps him rooted, flesh abused and mottled with welts and bruises squeezed by Cy's strong hands, draining him in such an unimaginably vulgar way. And yet no one else has this dominion over his body, and his breasts have swelled in order to provide for their child, so it is Cy's right to take it too.
He can't anticipate what happens next, though the precarious glass set between the span of slender shoulder blades tells him that something is coming — an acute wait temporarily distracted when the gag is fitted back between teeth. He whimpers, too weak for real protest, jaw parting slackly.
Satisfaction is immediate when he sees that Cy is hard because of him, but there's no time to dwell on this fact, no time to admire the heavy shape of the man's flushed cock, so familiar and well-loved he craves it in his mouth before Cy slides past the ring. Sasuke's throat forms a tight seal as he's learned, though he's unable to close his lips, at the mercy of whatever pace the man may dictate.
It goes on long enough that his mind begins to gray in that in-between space, but stilled movement coaxes him back to focus in time for that first, hot rush of milk over his tongue. He chokes at first, throat too full — but then reflex takes over and he swallows desperately around Cy's cock to get it down, a rippling clench of muscles that will be felt along the entire length. There are tears in his eyes again, because it feels like the glass never empties, that he keeps swallowing and swallowing to the denial of air, tasting himself and feeling it fill his belly.]
（ it's done until the glass is empty, the occasional lazy thrust into sasuke's mouth as he pours making it all the more obscene. slick, wet noises as sasuke tries to swallow and occasionally chokes and the sound of the machine pounding into him are the sweetest symphony he could imagine, played out here just for them.
the empty glass disappears in one flick of his hand, and then he pulls back, gripping sasuke's chin to force him to look upwards, to meet his gaze: ）
I'm going to block your air off. Work your throat to get me to come — I'm close — before you lose consciousness. Do you understand?
[He can't give any verbal confirmation of that question. His head is hazy, eyes wet with tears, mouth messy where milk has leaked from the tight corners of lips in his efforts to swallow. There's a flicker of eyelashes, blinking rapidly to clear his glassy, out of focus vision.
Then, obediently, a slow nod is managed where Cy holds his chin.]
（ there's a stroke of sasuke's cheek as cy steps forward again, one hand steadying his cock as he slides it into the boy's mouth, bottoming out against the rigid metal ring forcing him to accommodate the stretch. he can feel it, when the seal of his dick cuts off the oxygen, like a build of negative pressure against the glans, and it pulls a soft groan of pure pleasure out of him. cy is rarely prone to vocal expressions of enjoyment — and this one is almost entirely against his will as his thighs tremble from the heat of his own arousal.
one hand settles against the back of sasuke's head, tangled in his bound-up hair. the other splays, palm-down, against his naked back. ）
My pretty, perfect whore. （ his hand pets sasuke along his spine, almost soothingly. ） Work for me, and then we're almost done.
Edited (forgot there was more to have them do!!) 2024-09-08 04:03 (UTC)
[There is no real danger of asphyxiation within the context of the genjutsu he controls. And yet its threat manifests so he can feel it, every detail indistinguishable from reality — the squeeze of Cy's cock at the back of his throat, the blunt head sealing off that necessary path of airflow, leaving him unable to manage even ragged, desperate breaths through his nose with how wholly he's suffocated. It is a lack of control at the boundary of survival that he once would never have tolerated, but now it takes him to an utter state of surrender, so hazy and acute that it feels perfect in Cy's hands. If this wasn't an illusion, he would still trust Cy not to hurt him. Every time, he would put his safety and well-being in this man's hands and trust the outcome.
It feels so good. It feels so good — to be used like this, entirely without autonomy, Cy's murmur above his head like a salve over any itch of self-preservation that might arise. Practiced now at this act, Sasuke does as he's told and swallows hard where he can feel Cy's dick wedged against the back of his throat, working his mouth and tongue over that intrusion with devoted effort, hot and yielding in every flex of muscle. He wants to feel the rush of Cy's seed buried so deep in his throat that it is almost tasteless. He wants to drown in it, if necessary.]
（ he slips into the moment. inhabits it fully. no past, no future, just — this, the warmth of sasuke's mouth, the flex of his throat muscles, the sweet obedience that pulls him closer to the precipice of release. he shivers faintly, as if a ghost touches the points of his shoulders, and his grip in sasuke's hair becomes insistent. a warning.
when he comes, it's with a sound that's a little too rough, too low to be a whimper, but it's close. he's bent into a lean over sasuke, one hand braced against his back as he works through the blister of overstimulation, forcing his breathing to steady until colour has bled back into the world from the frenetic starbursts of orgasm.
he pets sasuke's spine as he withdraws, wiping a string of cum that's drooled from one forced-open corner of his mouth. the dildo, discarded earlier, is retrieved, cleaned, and slid back into place down his throat, lashed to the spider gag. ）
I'm going to have my servants draw a bath in the next room. （ which is, mostly, instruction to sasuke to generate such a place, and people to busy themselves about it. ） I want you to come for me again, but I know that's probably going to be hard on your body, so I'm going to make a shadow clone of myself to help you.
（ instructional, again. he doesn't know the hand signs for it, but in genjutsu it doesn't truly matter — sasuke can just create one, and there's no way he isn't paying attention to the order now. as he talks, cy goes back to the box of sex toys nearby, returning with a set of weighted clamps. they're affixed to sasuke's nipples, a cruel, heavy drag downwards that sways in time with the machine's thrusting. the clone manifests, and cy directs it between sasuke's thighs. obediently, it levers itself down to the ground beneath sasuke — ostensibly posed for 69 — and it lifts its hands to grasp either sides of his hips, mouth soon attentively pressed over the boy's abused, reddened clit.
if this were a real scene that they were doing, independent of sasuke's illusive imaginings, he'd set a more realistic goal. but it isn't, and realism is something they can leave well enough behind them, so — ）
Five orgasms. You don't need to wait for permission, I want them to spill out of you as your body builds to them. Then I'll take you to the bath, and clean you, and carry you to our bed. There, I'll remind you that you're only mine, forever.
（ as the clone works, he takes a seat — once again just absently propping his feet up on sasuke's lower back again, calling a book to hand. some dense, mathematical tome that he thumbs through idly, effectively ignoring sasuke and his pleasure henceforth. ）
[The intricacies of the illusion obey. If he were not himself, if he were anyone else less skilled in the art of genjutsu, with learned mastery over his clan's ancestral power — perhaps his concentration might have slipped beneath the demands of the scenario. His attention is wrapped in the physical present of his throat being used, then plugged back up with the toy while Cy's cum is still being worked down on a few residual swallows. He makes a low keening noise, muffled by silicone.
As instructed, servants begin to draw a steaming bath in the next room, lighting candles and laying out soft towels. And as instructed, the illusive second Cy appears, obedient to the demand as it settles underneath Sasuke's restrained body. Cy's voice is heavy in his ears, an intoxicative influence for how he outlines everything that is going to happen and what he expects him to do.
Five. Another noise comes gagged on the toy in his mouth, a little desperate, pleading unheard. He thrashes with sudden energy to no effect in his binds; the clone sucks at his clit, untiring, wrapping one of its arms around Sasuke's hips to close even the slightest centimeter of space and refuse any withdrawal, any reprieve. So, because Cy has asked it of him — strung up like a doll and fucked by the machine's devices — that first orgasm crashes easily through him. He shakes, feeling where his heavy breasts hang down and continue to drip milk all over the simulacrum of Cy lying beneath them.
With that tongue ceaselessly lapping at the sore, tender spot of his clit, and the dildo working into his pussy, and the other filling his ass — a second orgasm isn't far behind. Yet the third stretches the efforts of the illusion, not physically possible in such succession otherwise, and by then Sasuke has started sobbing loudly, volume stifled only by his full throat. Muscles fight against the tide of pleasure that soon bleeds into an acutely overstimulated pain, but the reflexive clench of orgasm overrides that defiant tension. He comes again, and again. Cy asked for five, but he loses count somewhere — and it seems like it never stops, air half-asphyxiated by the lack of rhythm and composure — until finally it does. There's a wet pool left on the mat where Sasuke has leaked milk from his tits and slickness from his cunt.
The clone vanishes, and a servant emerges from the other side of the room to notify Cy that the bath is ready.]
（ he's impressed, more than anything. that he's kept the illusion together as well as he has, that he's carried it this long, this far. cy pays him little mind beyond the cursory as he reads, though the book is — half-formed, fractional bits of text and equations that shift, dreamlike, as his eyes skim the page.
when the clone dissipates, and the servant mentions the readiness of the bath, he stands up and starts undoing the trappings that hold him fast. he removes the machines first, turning them off and then extricating the dildos from his body, letting them fall wetly to the floor. cy does clean him, perfunctorily — wiping up the mess of lube and bodily fluids between his thighs, wiping full breasts when the weights are removed from his reddened nipples. undoing the cuffs, collar and bound-up hair are last, and then the sling about his belly as he assists him to stand, and then sweeps sasuke up effortlessly into his arms. he carries him to the second room, and sets sasuke down at the edge of the natural-looking pool that's filled with hot water, its surface rippling with a breeze from the nearby window. cy disrobes as well, and then steps down into the pool, reaching to tug sasuke with him.
he doesn't speak, or try to encourage it. instead, he holds sasuke fast in his lap, sluicing water over his abused tits. one hand slips between his legs and massages at his cunt in the warmth of the water, pushing inside in casual ownership. part of this arrangement has been that sasuke is not permitted to refuse him anything — and if that means the use of his body however he deems fit, he must obey. ）
You performed so well for me. （ that's said as he nuzzles in against his slave's dark, dampened hair. ） I'll never tire of your obedience.
[He is pliant and boneless when the restraints are worked loose, no fight left, not even the cursory suggestion of resistance — Cy lifts his feet easily off the ground, hair spilling over one of Cy's arms in a tangle of dark strands. There are places where his skin burns, chafed by cuffs or the cooling welts from a rod, bruises blooming in a constellation of abuse across his breasts and other places where Cy has grabbed him, or where he has pulled too hard against his bindings. A story of what has played out between them here, privately, together.
Coaxed into the pool, he lets himself be drawn into that embrace, water rippling around their bodies. His head rolls back against Cy's shoulder, breath caught in his teeth as those fingers pry him open to find the inside of his pussy still wet and slick with arousal. Overly sensitive after a string of orgasms, he squirms in Cy's lap. Fatigue keeps the protest as weak as a kitten.
They're in the scene, he knows, but he can't help the words —]
Then I'll stay obedient forever. So you'll never get tired of me.
[Perhaps he can play it off as a fissure in the role, the baring of that truth after Cy had forced the honesty out of him earlier.]
（ that proclamation warms him more than the rising steam from the water ever could. he bends, leaning down to drag teeth over the place where the struggling bit bruises against the pale column of his throat. as his fingers push into the warm, wet channel between his legs — ）
I could never tire of you. You were my most exquisite foe on the battlefield, and now you're my most exquisite slave. I yearned for your body every moment I was away.
（ his free hand curves around the gentle jut of sasuke's belly, where their child has taken root. even in the context of a fantasy world, an illusion — in that moment it feels so concrete that the reality threatens to swallow him. while he would never actively desire this particular set and stage for them, would never truly embrace the desire to hurt sasuke against his will no matter how much kulo vayn hungers for the ill-treatment of a warborne son — no. the truth of all his earthly wants is as he'd told sasuke months ago: someone to wake up next to. to have until the world burns to nothingness. to carry carved in his heart, until time — thief of all he loves, all he's ever had, all he's ever wanted — carves the name away like water erodes a mountain.
so he would never actively wish for this to be their shared life, in all aspects save one: the evidence of their union, their love, in the swell of sasuke's breasts and belly.
cy slips his hand upwards to squeeze one tender breast. ）
If I were to entertain the idea of making you my queen, what do you expect you'd need to do to earn it?
[His mind feels fragmented, drawn by the tenderness of Cy's knuckles inside of him, by the teeth at his throat — physical sensations competing for his attention against that question. He likes the way Cy's other hand strokes at his belly, the swell accommodating the life cradled within it. The context of the scene allows him to experience how it could be, one day, if he did have Cy's children. In that moment it seems almost real, no matter how well or how effortlessly they play pretend.
There's another soft sound, his own hand chasing Cy's to lay over the palm that cups his breast.]
By being perfect for you. Devoting myself to you. Enduring you, and giving you everything you need, because I need it too. I won't lose who I am — and I'll still fight you when you want me to.
[The title of queen is meaningless with that symmetry of lust and love. And this scene is only a thin film over the mutual desire he knows they both share in a family.]
I'll have as many children for you as this body can bear. I'll never be empty.
（ he lets their fingers thread together, and cy pulls his hand free from between his legs for a brief moment, only to push back in with three fingers in a slow, aching inward drag, intended to keep him prised open. ）
Then, when you give me an heir — I'll make it reality.
（ he kisses at his throat. then: ）
Tell me about it. Those long, empty nights that saw you pleasure yourself thinking of me. I want to hear you speak of it.
[The sudden push of three fingers leaves him full, breath falling from his lips on a stilted gasp. Even tired and worn to the threads of his limit, Cy’s touch is not refused. Even sore, achingly sensitive, his cunt clenches down onto that greater width of knuckles, unable to help the instinct. His head rests on Cy’s shoulder, eyelids flickering, color high on his face — composure ruined beneath this man’s hands.]
The world was cold without you. The days were gray and colorless. I had no warmth beside me, and I became aware of that the longer it lasted. I wondered if you had found another woman, someone more beautiful, that you preferred… I feared you wouldn’t return.
[And it is this use of another that is deliberate, an acknowledgement to the fantasy of the scene — secure in knowing it will not change Cy’s treatment of him once they leave it.]
And I felt empty. Here. [His hand slips down, touching Cy’s elbow and following a path to where the hand is submerged in water, using his palm to cover Cy’s knuckles where they penetrate him.] I wanted your cock inside me so badly it hurt. I wanted to feel your body holding me down. I wanted to feel the bruises of your strength, your ownership over me.
[Even though it makes him feel like glass, like he might break from any more pressure than this — he bucks hips forward, grinding the sore, tender nerves of his clit against the hard ridge of Cy’s palm underwater, feeling the piercing catch and rub.]
So I would do this… and imagine it was you instead, holding me still, filling me up. Coming inside of me.
（ at that tortured lift of his hips, cy has to — exhale carefully, and he briefly stills his hand, letting himself just — occupy space inside sasuke's body, cradling him close. ）
There's no one else. No one could compare to you.
（ it's a vulnerable admission for a warlord to make, but — true, nevertheless. as much in this fantasy as in all other places. cy closes his mouth against the side of sasuke's neck, sucking a bruise to the surface, and then starts dampening his hair with one free hand. ）
[With his head angled back on Cy's shoulder, it's easy to turn his cheek, to look at him through wet lashes — the flush of arousal on his face is evident, even after all of this, eyes glassy and mouth bruised so red from abuse it almost appears like lipstick.]
Then use me every night. Fight your enemies on the battlefield and find me in your bed after.
[He's squirming, restless, clearly willing to wrench another orgasm out of himself no matter how much it taxes his body, or in this case his mind — the film of the illusion feels thin, a shimmering across the backs of eyelids.]
Shh. Rest, regain your strength. I'm not done with your pretty cunt yet.
（ one more stroke along those inner walls, and then he withdraws and starts to tend sasuke's hair, catching the long strands as they pool like a glossy oil slick on the surface of the water. while the warlord would never offer it, cy can feel where the seams of the illusion are starting to wear thin, and he taps lightly against sasuke's left temple to indicate his true meaning: that sasuke should pull from his own deep reserves of power to replenish himself. presumably, its process can be different here — not the process he's come to expect in a world unfettered by illusion. genjutsu, after all, is a weapon. it makes sense that while he is so entirely at sasuke's mercy, he could pull from him unbidden.
but he's not concerned about it — there's neither fear nor concern in any part of him as he simply busies himself with washing his slave's long hair, wiping all those abrasions clean. his touch is still — cruel, insistent. he offers no agency at all, it's clear that if he wishes to spread sasuke's thighs or press a firm hand to one breast and bend to taste the milk that leaks from him in a steady flow that sasuke has no say in his doing so, and no right to refuse him. but there's something that could perhaps become tenderness in time, underlaid beneath the domination.
once he's finished, and has scrubbed sasuke down to his satisfaction, lingering on the bruises a little too intently, he carries him from the warmth of the pool to his bed, setting him on its edge. he dries him how one might rub down an animal, again with very little personal concern. a command follows, as he tousles his own hair with the same towel — ）
Ride me. I don't care which hole I fill. I want to see you at the height of all your glory, my pregnant little whore.
[The implication is clear, and Cy is correct — draining some of that power from Cy's reserve, cold and malevolently tainted by its connection to Kulo Vayn, is manageable from within genjutsu. The allowance bolsters his own strength; Cy will feel it like a pinprick through the illusion sapping that channel of vitality, though knowing his regenerative abilities it won't be an enduring discomfort. Sasuke does his best to sooth over the roughest edges — Cy will feel him take a deep breath where they're cradled together in the bath, surroundings momentarily bright and sharp, steam pluming in a fragment of light before everything settles.
He's cleaned with no agency beneath those hands that own him, that feel him in every intimate place, and then he's picked up and carried from the bath in a dripping rain of water. Toweled off, placed naked on the bed that sits low to the ground, he has to crane his head to look up at the man's intimidating height.
That directive settles through him, a flame that torches his blood, already nodding before Cy has joined him and laid down to allow the positional change. There's no hesitation as he straddles the man's hips — at this point he can only pretend his resistance for so long, even in the guise of this scene, and his discipline has weathered enough torment that is is harder not to show how much he wants this too. As much as he enjoys every act they do together, every new source and version of pleasure Cy introduces him to — that moment where he feels Cy slide inside of him, no matter the form he occupies, is breathlessly perfect. He feels empty without this intimacy. He craves it like water, like air.
It's his cunt that he slips over the head of Cy's cock and bears down, finding himself still so wet inside the accommodation is little issue, stretch managed easily after being fucked open by the toy, muscles relaxed from ceaseless orgasms. Still, there's something to be said for this skin contact compared to the detachment of the machine; he shivers, bracing his right hand on Cy's abdomen to keep himself upright, more aware than ever of the physical changes to his body. The heavy breasts, swollen belly — both are so visible in this position that he looks away, embarrassed. He likes that in this fantasy he's carrying Cy's child, but he discovers that it's vulnerable to be on display like this, as a woman, pregnant — that is it not a state inherently meant to look attractive, in his own mind.]
（ whatever it's intended to look like in sasuke's mind, it's clear that it's not a sentiment shared by the man beneath him. his expression is soft, brows lifted slightly in wonder that breaks the bounds of the scene. how can he be unaffected, seeing sasuke like this for the first time? it doesn't matter that it's fantasy, or that these are simply roles they're playing for each other's sexual gratification. it's overwhelming for a variety of reasons. the trust, the love — and as always, he spares no focus for how intently he hones in on sasuke's embarrassment and tendency to hide away when he's not convinced of his own beauty.
the boy has a hand down against him, and he circles his wrist with the press of long fingers and then pulls it away, removing that support on the surface — but he keeps holding sasuke's wrist, and after a moment it's clear he's only done so to afford himself a clear, unimpeded look at him. it's not just the appearance of pregnancy that winds him, it's how sweetly perfect sasuke has been about it that sees cy lever himself up on one elbow and pull him down into a kiss around the swell of his belly, that crowds out all the rest. ）
Can we pomegranate for a sec?
（ yes he is asking for a time out so he can yell loudly about how hot his husband is thank u??? ）
[There's a careful nod, unable to quite hide his own timidity at appearing to Cy in this state — as much because of the change to his form as the implication of their union together. That this is what it will be like when they have children one day, a future he wants badly enough that it aches. The emotion sticks in his throat; he swallows past it, leaning into where Cy holds his wrist, seeking comfort in the contact of skin.]
I'm all right. It's... new.
[An understatement, to say the least.]
I'm not sure how you find this attractive, though. [To get to the heart of newly discovered insecurity.] I can't move very well. I feel... heavy, on top of you.
（ if you told him... however many months ago now, that sasuke would come to a place of being able to articulate his emotions so clearly, it's not that he would have disbelieved it — but he wouldn't have expected it so soon, or so perfectly done.
cy kisses his wrist, thumb stroking along the line of the vein. ）
It's a change from your normal body — especially as a male — and it's not uncommon for anyone capable of getting pregnant to feel that way about themselves.
（ his other hand lifts, gently curves against sasuke's belly, and then drops against one hip, pushing gently to rock him into a rhythm of motion. ）
Reach into my mind. I want you to know what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling about you like this.
[That movement, even the subtlest jolt of their hips together, is a reminder for where Cy is buried inside of him — the hard, slick sensation of where their bodies are joined together in intimate union, Cy's cock filling him, a fact softened by the swell of his belly. If he could stay like this forever, perhaps it would be enough for everything else that has happened.
It's difficult to lie down on top of Cy to reach his mouth in this form, so he tries to pull Cy up to him, to kiss his mouth.]
Okay. Then open your thoughts to me. [His right hand caresses Cy's shoulder, then slides until he's cradling him around the shoulders. His eyes must be wet, because when he blinks his vision is smudged.] I'll be careful with you.
[Touching thought, pulling it up from Cy's mind like long reams of thread — it doesn't go any deeper than the area genjutsu is already grounded, won't access more than the snatches he's borrowed from Cy's mind in the crafting of this illusion. But it is more immediate, and more prolonged, to stay in Cy's thoughts. To experience his feelings as they arise. Cy will sense it like a spark of electricity, a flame, faint and almost ticklish; he will feel Sasuke's presence as much physically as mentally, at his side, with him, on top of him as well as within him.]
（ and what sasuke gets in return is — just love. sun-warmed, but it is a thing that needs no cradling, no protection. it is very much the core, the foundation of their connection — it does not need coddling, as it is the strength they share. and there is caution, too — that very tender sense of withholding something from fear of its ability to do harm. kulo vayn paces in its cage like an animal, rattling bars that hold it well.
the love is a swell. the first breath when you rise from the ocean depths. the first glint of light at dawn. it's immediately clear that it's for who sasuke is as a person and not a body — attraction is a shimmer laid atop the love, but it adds only window set dressing. he would love him in any body, at any age, with any appearance — instead, the love is bound up in admiration and pride in him, for the work he's done, for how he's grown and come into himself. it's this vast, and endless vault of heat and love and awe, tinged just a little in the sorrow an immortal cannot help but feel towards someone they know will die all too soon.
cy kisses him, and the feeling is electric — the rush of attraction a warm, broad spill like paint dumped over blank canvas. and it's clear, it's so intrinsically, achingly clear that this surge is based in the physicality borne purely of this moment. sasuke is softer around the hips, which offers a place for him to press bruises into well-loved skin. his breasts are heavier and lower set than before, but they fit perfectly in his palms, and the taste of him is ambrosial. his belly may seem ungainly to sasuke, but in cy's mind it's an expression of affection and love unlike any other, the wilful undertaking of something that is difficult, and painful, and dangerous on behalf of that love. and the attraction here is more than just a shimmer, it's a torrent. almost overwhelming for how it subsumes him. but, again — it's clear that the attraction is about the nature of the act of service writ plain. how it's sasuke's choice that drives his desire — to appear to him like this, to step into and inhabit this fantasy for him, is an aphrodisiac unlike anything the casino could hope to produce on its own. it's nothing that can be distilled, be feigned — it's a passion that is all-devouring, that could scour him down to bone and leave in its place only gratitude for the storm.
cy rolls his hips upwards, one hand holding sasuke firmly in place. the tangle of emotions are almost indecipherable, things drifting to the surface like oil on agitated water, cogent for a moment and then lost to the ephemera of it all. but some truths can only be self-evident: there is nothing about sasuke's current state he could fail to find attractive. and he lets him have it all: that wonder, that admiration, that lust that's softened by love, and the love that's sharpened by want. it's given over wholesale, trusting in sasuke's capacity to manage and navigate the emotions of someone who's been alive for thousands of years, knowing that he can take it, and knowing that he wants it just as badly as cy wants the flavours of reality here writ plain. ）
[There was a time where he could not have handled that love. It pours out of Cy, so well-sculpted, so well-shaped that it fills every part of him, every empty crevice and crack and corner of his mind as if he has plunged himself into an ocean. The warmth closing over his head is familiar. It seems made from Cy's blood, Cy's beating heart, endless in the way of his power that Sasuke has felt before — immense, revitalizing itself instantly, a depth that drops away beneath his feet to suggest the long years Cy has lived, immortal and ancient. More than one man despite the way he appears to Sasuke in everyday life, yet no less than one whole person who has nurtured him through the worst hurts he has ever experienced. Explaining, communicating, teaching him what all of it means — shining a light into the dark to illuminate his most shameful secrets.
It feels like being in two places at once, his mind plunged into Cy's thoughts and feelings while his body exists in the illusive reality they've constructed together with his ancestors' power. Cy kisses him and it's like being cradled in a scalding heat, that love leaving bruises on his hips and scorch marks in his mind — pain that fades to a dull, pleasant ache. Only evidence of where Cy has willingly trespassed, where Sasuke has willingly surrendered himself to be touched and held in this hallowed place.
He gasps into the kiss, forgetting his own insecurity. He wonders why he had felt it at all. The tears in his eyes spill over, made from relief more than sadness, as if he is taking the first real breath of his entire life. Love tangles into the lust, inseparable, so that it becomes unclear to him which of the two precedes the other, and then Cy moves below him — inside of him — and it doesn't matter.
Cyram. He wants to rewrite himself with that name. He wants to carve it into his skin and wear it for the rest of his life.]
Cyram, [is the choked little sound he makes, knees squaring themselves on the bed to bear his weight.] Fuck me. Please. Make love to me — ruin me. [He's saying it through his own tears, rough and raspy and desperate.] I'll stay with you forever. I'll never leave you alone again.
（ there's a warm husk of laughter, and then cy cups his cheek, thumb tracing his bottom lip. there's no taenarum to get them back into the scene. they don't need it anymore — it was always just a way for them to play at shared fantasy, but in this moment no such fantasy is necessary: they are living the reality they chose.
there's a tug to the chain that hangs between his breasts and is draped down over his belly, and then: ）
You will one day, and that's okay. We're going to have a good life just the same.
（ his thumb pushes briefly inside sasuke's mouth, and once it's slick with his saliva he drops his hand down between them, rubbing at the boy's sore, abused clit. ）
Come for me one more time like this like a good boy. Then get on your hands and knees, I'll fuck you from behind. I can be a bit rougher that way.
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（ it's said warmly, as if praise for how spent and stilled he goes in his bonds. and as before, this breast too gets a moment's tender attention — cy moulding his palm to give succour to abused flesh before he slips away again. this time he stays in sasuke's full sight as he approaches a sideboard. a glass is selected, a pretty crystal cup that he tosses up once in the air and catches as he saunters back. he doesn't speak to him, or acknowledge him in this sad state — he just crouches down, holds the cup to one breast and squeezes it until there's a telltale dribble into the glass. he talks about the campaign as he does it. resources spent, people sacrificed, a battle ultimately won. his voice is soft and melodic, grounding in a way that speaks more to cy as sasuke knows him, and not the towering monstrousness of a warlord he would never choose to be.
once he's satisfied, and the glass half-full — to say nothing of the mess on the floor — he circles back to stand in front of sasuke. he reaches to set the glass between the boy's shoulder blades, knowing he can't move enough to dislodge or dump it — and with both hands free he fits the gag back into place in his mouth, undoes the button on his pants and takes his cock out. it's clear immediately he hasn't been... unaffected by what he's done, the head of his dick messy with feverish smears of precome, and so hard in its entirety it's almost painful to bear.
one hand tangles in sasuke's bound up hair, and he steps in to an intimate nearness that seats him right to the back of the boy's throat in one smooth, easy push. clearly, he expects no participation whether willing or unwilling from sasuke — he just uses him as if he had no more autonomy than a sex toy, pulling back and then slowly sinking back in.
but it isn't until he's close — sooner than he'd like, but in a way that feels like poetry set to their scene — that he takes up that cup again. and it's with his cock seated deep in the forced hold of sasuke's open mouth that he pours some of the contents along the top of his shaft, knowing he's providing no option but to swallow it. the liquid is still afire with the heat of sasuke's body, and it provides a dizzying little stir to his perceptions, the juxtaposition between mouth and milk making his knees briefly weak. ）
I bet you're parched. Poor thing. Swallow for me.
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He can't anticipate what happens next, though the precarious glass set between the span of slender shoulder blades tells him that something is coming — an acute wait temporarily distracted when the gag is fitted back between teeth. He whimpers, too weak for real protest, jaw parting slackly.
Satisfaction is immediate when he sees that Cy is hard because of him, but there's no time to dwell on this fact, no time to admire the heavy shape of the man's flushed cock, so familiar and well-loved he craves it in his mouth before Cy slides past the ring. Sasuke's throat forms a tight seal as he's learned, though he's unable to close his lips, at the mercy of whatever pace the man may dictate.
It goes on long enough that his mind begins to gray in that in-between space, but stilled movement coaxes him back to focus in time for that first, hot rush of milk over his tongue. He chokes at first, throat too full — but then reflex takes over and he swallows desperately around Cy's cock to get it down, a rippling clench of muscles that will be felt along the entire length. There are tears in his eyes again, because it feels like the glass never empties, that he keeps swallowing and swallowing to the denial of air, tasting himself and feeling it fill his belly.]
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the empty glass disappears in one flick of his hand, and then he pulls back, gripping sasuke's chin to force him to look upwards, to meet his gaze: ）
I'm going to block your air off. Work your throat to get me to come — I'm close — before you lose consciousness. Do you understand?
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Then, obediently, a slow nod is managed where Cy holds his chin.]
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one hand settles against the back of sasuke's head, tangled in his bound-up hair. the other splays, palm-down, against his naked back. ）
My pretty, perfect whore. （ his hand pets sasuke along his spine, almost soothingly. ） Work for me, and then we're almost done.
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It feels so good. It feels so good — to be used like this, entirely without autonomy, Cy's murmur above his head like a salve over any itch of self-preservation that might arise. Practiced now at this act, Sasuke does as he's told and swallows hard where he can feel Cy's dick wedged against the back of his throat, working his mouth and tongue over that intrusion with devoted effort, hot and yielding in every flex of muscle. He wants to feel the rush of Cy's seed buried so deep in his throat that it is almost tasteless. He wants to drown in it, if necessary.]
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when he comes, it's with a sound that's a little too rough, too low to be a whimper, but it's close. he's bent into a lean over sasuke, one hand braced against his back as he works through the blister of overstimulation, forcing his breathing to steady until colour has bled back into the world from the frenetic starbursts of orgasm.
he pets sasuke's spine as he withdraws, wiping a string of cum that's drooled from one forced-open corner of his mouth. the dildo, discarded earlier, is retrieved, cleaned, and slid back into place down his throat, lashed to the spider gag. ）
I'm going to have my servants draw a bath in the next room. （ which is, mostly, instruction to sasuke to generate such a place, and people to busy themselves about it. ） I want you to come for me again, but I know that's probably going to be hard on your body, so I'm going to make a shadow clone of myself to help you.
（ instructional, again. he doesn't know the hand signs for it, but in genjutsu it doesn't truly matter — sasuke can just create one, and there's no way he isn't paying attention to the order now. as he talks, cy goes back to the box of sex toys nearby, returning with a set of weighted clamps. they're affixed to sasuke's nipples, a cruel, heavy drag downwards that sways in time with the machine's thrusting. the clone manifests, and cy directs it between sasuke's thighs. obediently, it levers itself down to the ground beneath sasuke — ostensibly posed for 69 — and it lifts its hands to grasp either sides of his hips, mouth soon attentively pressed over the boy's abused, reddened clit.
if this were a real scene that they were doing, independent of sasuke's illusive imaginings, he'd set a more realistic goal. but it isn't, and realism is something they can leave well enough behind them, so — ）
Five orgasms. You don't need to wait for permission, I want them to spill out of you as your body builds to them. Then I'll take you to the bath, and clean you, and carry you to our bed. There, I'll remind you that you're only mine, forever.
（ as the clone works, he takes a seat — once again just absently propping his feet up on sasuke's lower back again, calling a book to hand. some dense, mathematical tome that he thumbs through idly, effectively ignoring sasuke and his pleasure henceforth. ）
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As instructed, servants begin to draw a steaming bath in the next room, lighting candles and laying out soft towels. And as instructed, the illusive second Cy appears, obedient to the demand as it settles underneath Sasuke's restrained body. Cy's voice is heavy in his ears, an intoxicative influence for how he outlines everything that is going to happen and what he expects him to do.
Five. Another noise comes gagged on the toy in his mouth, a little desperate, pleading unheard. He thrashes with sudden energy to no effect in his binds; the clone sucks at his clit, untiring, wrapping one of its arms around Sasuke's hips to close even the slightest centimeter of space and refuse any withdrawal, any reprieve. So, because Cy has asked it of him — strung up like a doll and fucked by the machine's devices — that first orgasm crashes easily through him. He shakes, feeling where his heavy breasts hang down and continue to drip milk all over the simulacrum of Cy lying beneath them.
With that tongue ceaselessly lapping at the sore, tender spot of his clit, and the dildo working into his pussy, and the other filling his ass — a second orgasm isn't far behind. Yet the third stretches the efforts of the illusion, not physically possible in such succession otherwise, and by then Sasuke has started sobbing loudly, volume stifled only by his full throat. Muscles fight against the tide of pleasure that soon bleeds into an acutely overstimulated pain, but the reflexive clench of orgasm overrides that defiant tension. He comes again, and again. Cy asked for five, but he loses count somewhere — and it seems like it never stops, air half-asphyxiated by the lack of rhythm and composure — until finally it does. There's a wet pool left on the mat where Sasuke has leaked milk from his tits and slickness from his cunt.
The clone vanishes, and a servant emerges from the other side of the room to notify Cy that the bath is ready.]
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when the clone dissipates, and the servant mentions the readiness of the bath, he stands up and starts undoing the trappings that hold him fast. he removes the machines first, turning them off and then extricating the dildos from his body, letting them fall wetly to the floor. cy does clean him, perfunctorily — wiping up the mess of lube and bodily fluids between his thighs, wiping full breasts when the weights are removed from his reddened nipples. undoing the cuffs, collar and bound-up hair are last, and then the sling about his belly as he assists him to stand, and then sweeps sasuke up effortlessly into his arms. he carries him to the second room, and sets sasuke down at the edge of the natural-looking pool that's filled with hot water, its surface rippling with a breeze from the nearby window. cy disrobes as well, and then steps down into the pool, reaching to tug sasuke with him.
he doesn't speak, or try to encourage it. instead, he holds sasuke fast in his lap, sluicing water over his abused tits. one hand slips between his legs and massages at his cunt in the warmth of the water, pushing inside in casual ownership. part of this arrangement has been that sasuke is not permitted to refuse him anything — and if that means the use of his body however he deems fit, he must obey. ）
You performed so well for me. （ that's said as he nuzzles in against his slave's dark, dampened hair. ） I'll never tire of your obedience.
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Coaxed into the pool, he lets himself be drawn into that embrace, water rippling around their bodies. His head rolls back against Cy's shoulder, breath caught in his teeth as those fingers pry him open to find the inside of his pussy still wet and slick with arousal. Overly sensitive after a string of orgasms, he squirms in Cy's lap. Fatigue keeps the protest as weak as a kitten.
They're in the scene, he knows, but he can't help the words —]
Then I'll stay obedient forever. So you'll never get tired of me.
[Perhaps he can play it off as a fissure in the role, the baring of that truth after Cy had forced the honesty out of him earlier.]
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I could never tire of you. You were my most exquisite foe on the battlefield, and now you're my most exquisite slave. I yearned for your body every moment I was away.
（ his free hand curves around the gentle jut of sasuke's belly, where their child has taken root. even in the context of a fantasy world, an illusion — in that moment it feels so concrete that the reality threatens to swallow him. while he would never actively desire this particular set and stage for them, would never truly embrace the desire to hurt sasuke against his will no matter how much kulo vayn hungers for the ill-treatment of a warborne son — no. the truth of all his earthly wants is as he'd told sasuke months ago: someone to wake up next to. to have until the world burns to nothingness. to carry carved in his heart, until time — thief of all he loves, all he's ever had, all he's ever wanted — carves the name away like water erodes a mountain.
so he would never actively wish for this to be their shared life, in all aspects save one: the evidence of their union, their love, in the swell of sasuke's breasts and belly.
cy slips his hand upwards to squeeze one tender breast. ）
If I were to entertain the idea of making you my queen, what do you expect you'd need to do to earn it?
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There's another soft sound, his own hand chasing Cy's to lay over the palm that cups his breast.]
By being perfect for you. Devoting myself to you. Enduring you, and giving you everything you need, because I need it too. I won't lose who I am — and I'll still fight you when you want me to.
[The title of queen is meaningless with that symmetry of lust and love. And this scene is only a thin film over the mutual desire he knows they both share in a family.]
I'll have as many children for you as this body can bear. I'll never be empty.
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Then, when you give me an heir — I'll make it reality.
（ he kisses at his throat. then: ）
Tell me about it. Those long, empty nights that saw you pleasure yourself thinking of me. I want to hear you speak of it.
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The world was cold without you. The days were gray and colorless. I had no warmth beside me, and I became aware of that the longer it lasted. I wondered if you had found another woman, someone more beautiful, that you preferred… I feared you wouldn’t return.
[And it is this use of another that is deliberate, an acknowledgement to the fantasy of the scene — secure in knowing it will not change Cy’s treatment of him once they leave it.]
And I felt empty. Here. [His hand slips down, touching Cy’s elbow and following a path to where the hand is submerged in water, using his palm to cover Cy’s knuckles where they penetrate him.] I wanted your cock inside me so badly it hurt. I wanted to feel your body holding me down. I wanted to feel the bruises of your strength, your ownership over me.
[Even though it makes him feel like glass, like he might break from any more pressure than this — he bucks hips forward, grinding the sore, tender nerves of his clit against the hard ridge of Cy’s palm underwater, feeling the piercing catch and rub.]
So I would do this… and imagine it was you instead, holding me still, filling me up. Coming inside of me.
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There's no one else. No one could compare to you.
（ it's a vulnerable admission for a warlord to make, but — true, nevertheless. as much in this fantasy as in all other places. cy closes his mouth against the side of sasuke's neck, sucking a bruise to the surface, and then starts dampening his hair with one free hand. ）
I'll take you on my next campaign.
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Then use me every night. Fight your enemies on the battlefield and find me in your bed after.
[He's squirming, restless, clearly willing to wrench another orgasm out of himself no matter how much it taxes his body, or in this case his mind — the film of the illusion feels thin, a shimmering across the backs of eyelids.]
I'll go with you anywhere.
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（ one more stroke along those inner walls, and then he withdraws and starts to tend sasuke's hair, catching the long strands as they pool like a glossy oil slick on the surface of the water. while the warlord would never offer it, cy can feel where the seams of the illusion are starting to wear thin, and he taps lightly against sasuke's left temple to indicate his true meaning: that sasuke should pull from his own deep reserves of power to replenish himself. presumably, its process can be different here — not the process he's come to expect in a world unfettered by illusion. genjutsu, after all, is a weapon. it makes sense that while he is so entirely at sasuke's mercy, he could pull from him unbidden.
but he's not concerned about it — there's neither fear nor concern in any part of him as he simply busies himself with washing his slave's long hair, wiping all those abrasions clean. his touch is still — cruel, insistent. he offers no agency at all, it's clear that if he wishes to spread sasuke's thighs or press a firm hand to one breast and bend to taste the milk that leaks from him in a steady flow that sasuke has no say in his doing so, and no right to refuse him. but there's something that could perhaps become tenderness in time, underlaid beneath the domination.
once he's finished, and has scrubbed sasuke down to his satisfaction, lingering on the bruises a little too intently, he carries him from the warmth of the pool to his bed, setting him on its edge. he dries him how one might rub down an animal, again with very little personal concern. a command follows, as he tousles his own hair with the same towel — ）
Ride me. I don't care which hole I fill. I want to see you at the height of all your glory, my pregnant little whore.
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He's cleaned with no agency beneath those hands that own him, that feel him in every intimate place, and then he's picked up and carried from the bath in a dripping rain of water. Toweled off, placed naked on the bed that sits low to the ground, he has to crane his head to look up at the man's intimidating height.
That directive settles through him, a flame that torches his blood, already nodding before Cy has joined him and laid down to allow the positional change. There's no hesitation as he straddles the man's hips — at this point he can only pretend his resistance for so long, even in the guise of this scene, and his discipline has weathered enough torment that is is harder not to show how much he wants this too. As much as he enjoys every act they do together, every new source and version of pleasure Cy introduces him to — that moment where he feels Cy slide inside of him, no matter the form he occupies, is breathlessly perfect. He feels empty without this intimacy. He craves it like water, like air.
It's his cunt that he slips over the head of Cy's cock and bears down, finding himself still so wet inside the accommodation is little issue, stretch managed easily after being fucked open by the toy, muscles relaxed from ceaseless orgasms. Still, there's something to be said for this skin contact compared to the detachment of the machine; he shivers, bracing his right hand on Cy's abdomen to keep himself upright, more aware than ever of the physical changes to his body. The heavy breasts, swollen belly — both are so visible in this position that he looks away, embarrassed. He likes that in this fantasy he's carrying Cy's child, but he discovers that it's vulnerable to be on display like this, as a woman, pregnant — that is it not a state inherently meant to look attractive, in his own mind.]
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the boy has a hand down against him, and he circles his wrist with the press of long fingers and then pulls it away, removing that support on the surface — but he keeps holding sasuke's wrist, and after a moment it's clear he's only done so to afford himself a clear, unimpeded look at him. it's not just the appearance of pregnancy that winds him, it's how sweetly perfect sasuke has been about it that sees cy lever himself up on one elbow and pull him down into a kiss around the swell of his belly, that crowds out all the rest. ）
Can we pomegranate for a sec?
（ yes he is asking for a time out so he can yell loudly about how hot his husband is thank u??? ）
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I'm all right. It's... new.
[An understatement, to say the least.]
I'm not sure how you find this attractive, though. [To get to the heart of newly discovered insecurity.] I can't move very well. I feel... heavy, on top of you.
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cy kisses his wrist, thumb stroking along the line of the vein. ）
It's a change from your normal body — especially as a male — and it's not uncommon for anyone capable of getting pregnant to feel that way about themselves.
（ his other hand lifts, gently curves against sasuke's belly, and then drops against one hip, pushing gently to rock him into a rhythm of motion. ）
Reach into my mind. I want you to know what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling about you like this.
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It's difficult to lie down on top of Cy to reach his mouth in this form, so he tries to pull Cy up to him, to kiss his mouth.]
Okay. Then open your thoughts to me. [His right hand caresses Cy's shoulder, then slides until he's cradling him around the shoulders. His eyes must be wet, because when he blinks his vision is smudged.] I'll be careful with you.
[Touching thought, pulling it up from Cy's mind like long reams of thread — it doesn't go any deeper than the area genjutsu is already grounded, won't access more than the snatches he's borrowed from Cy's mind in the crafting of this illusion. But it is more immediate, and more prolonged, to stay in Cy's thoughts. To experience his feelings as they arise. Cy will sense it like a spark of electricity, a flame, faint and almost ticklish; he will feel Sasuke's presence as much physically as mentally, at his side, with him, on top of him as well as within him.]
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You're always careful with me.
（ and what sasuke gets in return is — just love. sun-warmed, but it is a thing that needs no cradling, no protection. it is very much the core, the foundation of their connection — it does not need coddling, as it is the strength they share. and there is caution, too — that very tender sense of withholding something from fear of its ability to do harm. kulo vayn paces in its cage like an animal, rattling bars that hold it well.
the love is a swell. the first breath when you rise from the ocean depths. the first glint of light at dawn. it's immediately clear that it's for who sasuke is as a person and not a body — attraction is a shimmer laid atop the love, but it adds only window set dressing. he would love him in any body, at any age, with any appearance — instead, the love is bound up in admiration and pride in him, for the work he's done, for how he's grown and come into himself. it's this vast, and endless vault of heat and love and awe, tinged just a little in the sorrow an immortal cannot help but feel towards someone they know will die all too soon.
cy kisses him, and the feeling is electric — the rush of attraction a warm, broad spill like paint dumped over blank canvas. and it's clear, it's so intrinsically, achingly clear that this surge is based in the physicality borne purely of this moment. sasuke is softer around the hips, which offers a place for him to press bruises into well-loved skin. his breasts are heavier and lower set than before, but they fit perfectly in his palms, and the taste of him is ambrosial. his belly may seem ungainly to sasuke, but in cy's mind it's an expression of affection and love unlike any other, the wilful undertaking of something that is difficult, and painful, and dangerous on behalf of that love. and the attraction here is more than just a shimmer, it's a torrent. almost overwhelming for how it subsumes him. but, again — it's clear that the attraction is about the nature of the act of service writ plain. how it's sasuke's choice that drives his desire — to appear to him like this, to step into and inhabit this fantasy for him, is an aphrodisiac unlike anything the casino could hope to produce on its own. it's nothing that can be distilled, be feigned — it's a passion that is all-devouring, that could scour him down to bone and leave in its place only gratitude for the storm.
cy rolls his hips upwards, one hand holding sasuke firmly in place. the tangle of emotions are almost indecipherable, things drifting to the surface like oil on agitated water, cogent for a moment and then lost to the ephemera of it all. but some truths can only be self-evident: there is nothing about sasuke's current state he could fail to find attractive. and he lets him have it all: that wonder, that admiration, that lust that's softened by love, and the love that's sharpened by want. it's given over wholesale, trusting in sasuke's capacity to manage and navigate the emotions of someone who's been alive for thousands of years, knowing that he can take it, and knowing that he wants it just as badly as cy wants the flavours of reality here writ plain. ）
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It feels like being in two places at once, his mind plunged into Cy's thoughts and feelings while his body exists in the illusive reality they've constructed together with his ancestors' power. Cy kisses him and it's like being cradled in a scalding heat, that love leaving bruises on his hips and scorch marks in his mind — pain that fades to a dull, pleasant ache. Only evidence of where Cy has willingly trespassed, where Sasuke has willingly surrendered himself to be touched and held in this hallowed place.
He gasps into the kiss, forgetting his own insecurity. He wonders why he had felt it at all. The tears in his eyes spill over, made from relief more than sadness, as if he is taking the first real breath of his entire life. Love tangles into the lust, inseparable, so that it becomes unclear to him which of the two precedes the other, and then Cy moves below him — inside of him — and it doesn't matter.
Cyram. He wants to rewrite himself with that name. He wants to carve it into his skin and wear it for the rest of his life.]
Cyram, [is the choked little sound he makes, knees squaring themselves on the bed to bear his weight.] Fuck me. Please. Make love to me — ruin me. [He's saying it through his own tears, rough and raspy and desperate.] I'll stay with you forever. I'll never leave you alone again.
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there's a tug to the chain that hangs between his breasts and is draped down over his belly, and then: ）
You will one day, and that's okay. We're going to have a good life just the same.
（ his thumb pushes briefly inside sasuke's mouth, and once it's slick with his saliva he drops his hand down between them, rubbing at the boy's sore, abused clit. ）
Come for me one more time like this like a good boy. Then get on your hands and knees, I'll fuck you from behind. I can be a bit rougher that way.
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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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a rare 1/2
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are we free
revives this days later (text, 2 days post eggpocalypse??)
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this is the most disgusting thing i've rped (two characters being cheesily in love)
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