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（ a soft kiss is left against his shoulder, against his spine as he straightens up. one hand is levered against the small of his back, forcing sasuke to better angle his hips. then, as promised, narration follows in his usual vulgar/poetry smash fusion — ）

I want to take my time just looking at you like this. Fuck, if we didn't have other plans I'd have you sit on my face so I could taste you irrespective of air. You always look so beautiful above me.

（ his hand shifts to the boy's hip, and then skirts across the curve of his ass, across the back of one thigh and then presses gently against sasuke's pussy, fingers dipping in just slightly to his hole. ）

I love how you get hard for me, and I love how you get wet for me, and I love being inside you as if you were made to take me into your body.

（ that's accompanied by a push of his fingers, firm and unyielding, until broad knuckles breach. ）

This body you made for me is beautiful in every way. Seeing you pregnant, that visible evidence of our union, our devotion — it's a gift unlike anything else. Your cunt's so reddened with abuse, but you're going to keep taking what I give you, and there's something sacred in that.

（ his hand falls away, and there's the faint, obscene sound of him licking that sweet honey-slick glaze from his fingers. thoroughly, apparently, by the time he takes. the next bit of narration happens a few heartbeats before the action he's describing, giving sasuke just enough lag to understand his intention. ）

I'm going to drag my cock against you. Push back on me, there you go — good boy. Then I'm going to push into you slow.

（ again, the action follows. sex is a heady perfume in the air, and cy's touch is warm — once his cock no longer needs the steadying guidance of his hand, he lets it fall to sasuke's hip. ）

You couldn't move in the machine, but you can now. Fuck yourself against me, I want to be so deep you forget we're separate entities.

[The narration keeps him grounded, moment to moment, fear of vulnerability lost to that shower of praise soon webbing him back into deep, aching lust. He can hear where Cy is by the sound of his voice, and the touch of hands over his body tells him the rest. The combined sensation is almost overwhelming — sensitivity kicked to a heightened degree like his mind can't decide what to track first. His attention follows the path of those fingers down the slope of a hip and over the curve of his ass, and when they find his messy cunt — still desperately wet with his own arousal, a flood he can't seem to stop even after numerous orgasms — there's another physical jolt of hips as he gasps.

It feels intense. It isn't like he couldn't tell where Cy's touch was headed, but the anticipation is exaggerated, sharpened under a lens of focus. There's the renewed recognition of his swollen belly spoken in Cy's voice, that he's holding life between them — and then the slick sounds of Cy's tongue. He doesn't have to see to know what the man is doing.

Then those instructions, which he abides, perhaps a little too hastily as his hips surge back and Cy's cock slides into his pussy as deep as he can get it, forced to crush his bent knees beneath his own weight. It's not something he would have done with anyone else. This — obscene, lurid display that feels almost more vulnerable than when he's facing Cy, almost filthier than anything they've done yet, because it means he's doing it all himself. He fucks himself back onto Cy's cock with an urgent need, the slap of skin in that collision too loud in his ears, making his skin burn with embarrassment and hot, vivid hunger. The jagged edge of his breath becomes audible — he can't maintain an even rhythm for long, as hips falter and one knee slips, but he keeps trying. Trying to be good enough to deserve that praise.

Perhaps because he can't see himself but he knows Cy's eyes are on him, it allows the leniency to just let go. There's no shame in the drive of his body as he bears onto Cy's cock, voice a little louder, moans broken into high breathless sounds.]

（ and cy — lets him. surrendering, for the moment, active participation in the scene itself. forcing sasuke to use his body to please him with no recourse, no tender alternative save to rock against him in an unsteady staccato. cy lets him until exhaustion seems to threaten — one knee slips, his breathing jagged, worn down not just by the physicality but equally as much by the maintenance of this genjutsu. sasuke ends up panting, cheek pressed against the mattress as he flexes powerful thighs to drive his body backwards, and finally — finally cy has mercy on him.

he stills him with a touch and a soft shh. then he folds himself over sasuke's back, stroking his body — those magnificent tits, the curve of his belly, the plane of his flank. his hand roves to sasuke's right shoulder, and when he gets to the boy's elbow he straightens up and jerks sasuke's arm off the bed so any hope of supporting himself is dashed.

he hooks his elbow against sasuke's, pulling the boy up at an angle that will make him immediately, intimately aware of the pressure on his bladder, and lets his hand curl into the belt he'd tied against his opposite shoulder, effectively pinioning him as if he were a trapped bird. this forces both sasuke's shoulders back, making the prominence of his breasts and pregnancy a matter of display, not something easily hidden or ignored. ）

Legs together. （ is the instruction that follows — keeping his spine arched and pussy jutted backwards, he should be allowed the reward of being able to squeeze his thighs together for what little relief it offers. ） I own you, （ cy murmurs, a flex of pelvic muscles making his cock twitch where it's buried deeply inside sasuke. a kiss is pressed against his shoulder. ） Every part of you. The good things, the bad things, the ones that've hurt you. I own all of that, until you die. Say it.

（ say it, he says, as he holds sasuke fast and pulls back just enough to sink into him deep. ）

[The relief when Cy stills him is immense, but it also burns, a friction that has built in his belly until he's aware only of how fast his blood is beating when Cy seals their bodies back together. Those hands are gentle over the curves of this form, making him further aware of how he feels in this state, as a woman, as messy and delirious with desire as he's become from their efforts in genjutsu.

Then Cy pulls on his arm, yanking it behind him and forcing his back to curve, forced up from the comfort of a recline against the mattress. A pale whimper hitches behind his teeth, almost lost with how hard he's breathing. The belt over his left shoulder stabilizes the position, although this change applies such pressure to his lower belly that Sasuke can't help the high, wounded noise he makes — vividly aware of that fullness, pulsing dully between his legs, speared on Cy's cock and blind to see it. He doesn't know what he looks like, but he also shouldn't care; the view is for Cy alone. His submission is for Cy, a surrendering of control over even the most basic bodily functions to this maddened height of fantasy. It is emphasized all the more by Cy's words.]

Yes. Please, please... [He's so far gone he doesn't know what he means to beg for.] I'm yours. Own me.

[Obediently, legs squeeze in together — against the ache of his bladder, that need to release so savagely refused. It also makes him conscious of Cy's cock where it fills his pussy to the brim, unyielding, so hard and hot inside of him that Sasuke wants to sob, does a little in hitches of breath and softer gasps. He can't move, but he can feel the way his tits hang down, heavy and sore and bruised, and it would be humiliating if someone else saw him like this, but it isn't for them. It's for Cy.]

I'll... I'll belong to you, until I die. [This sense of finality appeals to him in that moment, as far gone as he is — a forever promised.] I swear. Please.

（ one hand falls to sasuke's hip, pulling him back against him with a ruthlessness that bruises skin, and cy nuzzles at his throat, at the shell of his ear — his voice is a low purr, at once a threat and a reassurance as he nips at him and then speaks — ）

Good girl. Your place is on my cock. You have no other reason for living, for breathing, than this. Your body is my vessel. You were empty before me, and now you will never want for fullness.

（ the stuttering forward jerk of his hips is its own violence, but the hand that settles on the low curve of sasuke's belly is, by contrast, achingly gentle. ）

I want to collar you, brand you, burn you, pierce you, lay claim to you in every way, so no one will ever look at you and think you unspoken for. I want my cock to be the first thing you crave in the mornings and the last thing you need before sleep. Not a day will go by without the taste of my come on your tongue. You'll bear my children until we've rebuilt your clan from the ground up, until we can rest easy knowing the Uchiha name will live forever, and I will worship your body at your feet if there's ever a moment of doubt I don't find you the single most beautiful thing in my world. You are going to wear pregnancy so well for me, my love.

[The words have a mollifying effect in contrast to the brutality of Cy's claim over his body. He can let himself go, adrift in the pleasure of that ownership, that complete surrender of autonomy — and he trusts Cy to keep him safe in it. He trusts Cy to carry him through even when it feels too hard, or difficult, or too impossible a demand. He'll do anything for Cy. That warm, familiarly well-loved voice stuffs his head like cotton and allows nothing else to take up room. He exists beneath this man's hands, totally whole, as he will never exist on his own again.

His own hips try to buck back, but with Cy's control over him there's little room to maneuver or build momentum, leaving him beholden to the pace Cy sets. When Cy drives into him, cock filling that tight space of his pussy made even tighter by clamped legs, Sasuke cries out loud. Every part of him is lit aflame.]

I'm yours... your good girl. I'll be yours forever. [No one but Cy will ever hear this, so that makes it easier to dig out such dark, obsessive words, voice raspy and slurred.] I'll have children for you forever. No one else. I'll die without your cock. I need it, every—ah—day, for the rest of my life. I'll be a slut if it's... for you. No one else.

[The heaviness of his pregnant belly and a swollen bladder between his legs is too much — pressure crushes against his lower abdomen, an erogenous reach of interior muscle that drives him to the height of another wave of orgasm, only this time it doesn't seem to stop, flooding at such an intensity his sobs break in his throat, senseless, messy. His whole body clenches over Cy's dick, unwilling to let go.]

（ and it's the clench of sasuke's body that, similarly, chases him off the edge of his own orgasm — he keeps one arm locked in against sasuke's elbow, not allowing him an inch of movement. but the other slips up over the heave of his belly to palm over one breast, scored with abuse, and squeeze until milk dribbles over his hand.

he ducks his head down against the boy's shoulder and bites down against him to muffle a pleasured groan as he comes. he feels his knees buckle from the intensity, tastes the copper of blood on his tongue, and — the world around them fractures. it unspools like filaments of daylight captured in stained glass as night's symphony swells, and since no other encounter with genjutsu has ended quite this way, the only thing he can think to do is hold onto sasuke as if to shelter him from the fallout of it.

he doesn't remember closing his eyes within the illusion, but he must have, as he has to open them once they're back in the suite. the collar is a heavy weight around his throat, and he feels briefly claustrophobic about the sensation he'd forgotten in the interlude, lifting one hand to touch it less to remove it and more to ground his awareness of its existence.

sasuke is still in his lap, and his cock is still buried deep within him. but the telltale physical sensation of orgasm is — present, and he comes down from it with a shiver, pushing his face in against sasuke's breasts to find a moment's shelter, knowing beyond instinct that sasuke will hold him. in a rather uncomposed gust of breath that is supremely uncharacteristic of his usual restraint — ）

Holy fuck.

（ he has not yet noticed the curious dilemma they now find themselves in: being the proud parents to multitudinous eggs. but hey, there's time. ）

[He's had enough experience with genjutsu to weather the transition back to reality well, even with the throbbing echo of an orgasm residual in his muscles, returning to the intimacy of their bodies still joined — Cy warm against him, below him, soft inside of him. In that changed position, he circles his right arm around Cy's shoulders and nuzzles at the top of his head.]

I love you.

[Then he shifts in Cy's lap, and in that movement happens to nudge his leg against... something coolly solid on the sheets.]

— um. Cy?

（ he presses a kiss between sasuke's breasts, a deep and intensely physical return of that sentiment, love sheltered in the space between them like a precious thing — but sasuke's next statement drags him immediately from the blissful haze of emotionality and warmth, intently alert to the note of bemused concern in the man's tone. he pulls back, steadying sasuke's hips against him, and...

blinks.

fucking 'um' indeed. ）

Uh.

（ what an articulate bunch, these two. he reaches one hand out to curve against the shell of an egg, expression utterly and almost alienly blank as he surveys the sheer number of them peppered around their joined repose. ）

I'm going to go out on a limb and say this isn't some ninja snake thing of yours, right?

[Suspicious eyes take in the eggs, like they've been tucked into a nest around them. There is a moment where he even questions himself, just a brief flicker of doubt — what if this is something he's done? But it fades in a snap.]

It's not my fault. I didn't summon anything.

[Gently, he tries to ease himself out of Cy's lap, if only because... he can't think with Cy inside of him, actively having sex or not.]

How many are there? [A quick, silent count.] Twenty-two. Are they alive?

My love, your guess is as good as mine.

（ sasuke shifts off him, and cy reaches to help him remove the dildo that's spent the better part of the last few hours up his ass. he debates pulling it out the old fashioned way, but after a moment's consideration, he gives sasuke a warning look, capturing his wrist instead. he waits until the boy catches his meaning and settles more fulsomely, does a quick round of mental math, and then uses the void to remove it from him with rather less fuss. it gets tossed to one side, along with the blankets they're already going to have to wash. ）

You think it's something from the weird birthday changes?

[Oh, well, when you call him that — egg mystery can wait as he leans across and kisses Cy's mouth. Maybe now won't be the moment to discuss everything they did and said together in genjutsu, but its effect on him is still there, warm in his blood, adoration in the way he looks at Cy.

Signaled by that telling glance and touch, he settles so the dildo can be removed. From there, he reaches for one of the eggs and draws into his lap, against his stomach, hands gentle as they cup around the delicate shell.]

It could be, but I'm not feeling those effects as strongly anymore. [He doesn't change back into his normal form, though, too afraid he might jostle the eggs gathered around them.] It feels alive. It's warm.

（ look, he has co-parented eggs before, with a creche on sirilvantes. so, while a normal person might not be stirred to emotional resonance by their lover canoodling a warm, living egg, cy? who is incredibly horny for the concept of children and family? absolutely gets whammied by the visual. there's a moment where the bottom feels like it drops out of his stomach in a dramatic swoop, and he just — leans in and presses their foreheads together, one hand lifted and placed against the back of sasuke's neck, absurdly speechless.

he knows that they need to get up. he knows they need to clean the mess they've made. but right now? right now, his other hand traces a line up sasuke's thigh, cups the egg in against him, and is finally, finally about to open his mouth when another one comes into existence with a little pop. this one settles in the crook of his knee, bent to sit cross-legged.

he blinks down at it. lifts his gaze back to sasuke. down to the egg. ）

Ah?

（ the need to debrief is still there — but. eggs are absolutely taking precedence at the moment, thank you. ）

[There's no hesitation as he reciprocates the touch, leaning in to meet the distance, shivering at the gentle pathway of a hand up his thigh. And then —]

Wait, was that you? Did you do something?

[Equally startled and dubious, he reaches for the egg in the crook of Cy's knee so that it won't get accidentally squashed, tucking it against his belly with the first one.]

... Can you bring over a blanket?

Not that I'm aware of?

（ help???

he obeys, of course — though blankets are hard to manage because they're so fucking twisty, and getting one over to them without clipping through the mattress or sheets is a tough sell, this means he extricates himself gingerly from the... nest? and hefts himself up to his feet, going to get a blanket from the bed.

on return, he assists sasuke as they turn it into a (better) nest, and gentle nestle all the eggs down into it. ）

I'm pretty sure I don't spontaneously spawn eggs. If I do, whew, that's a god-power I never knew about. Seems kinda counterintuitive to war. Unless you need to feed an army.

（ who lets him talk. ）

We are not eating them.

[Cy didn't even suggest it... And yet...

He's meticulous about arranging the blanket, spreading it between his open knees and, with Cy's aid, tucking all of the eggs into a softer, warmer circular nest. He does extricate himself briefly in order to tug on Cy's hand, requesting the hand signals that will turn him back into his normal form. Sorry, no more leaky titties.]

We should clean ourselves up in the bathroom, but I don't want to leave them alone. We can take turns.

[Helicopter parent tendencies begin.]

（ sasuke he is a VEGETARIAN. also, pour one out for those tits, which he absolutely caresses one last time before the hand symbols reach the end of their sequence. alas, poor titties — he knew them, horatio. ）

Sasuke, my hand to god, you can make clones.

（ leave? a clone? to watch them??? ）

[He has the decency to look embarrassed, at least. Listen, he doesn't abuse clones for stupid things like Naruto does???

This is one jutsu he's learned to do on his own, so once he's stepped back, he forms the seals quickly one-handed. And — in a blink, another copy of him appears, standing in the room with the same dour little pout. Also fully naked.]

Move the eggs to the other bed, [he points.] And then watch over them. Make sure they stay warm.

[The clone silently obeys, just as Sasuke reaches for Cy's wrist to tug him toward one of the best new additions to their suite: a private bathroom. No time to ogle his clone's ass.]

Come on.

（ hello? but he wants to ogle??

with a sigh, he lets sasuke tug them for the shower, shifting in lovingly close to kiss the side of his neck. ）

Anything we need to talk about with regards to the scene? We got spicy a few times.

You'll have to define 'spicy' in this case.

[There's a tease in it as Sasuke closes the bathroom door behind them, hand reaching up to gently unbuckle the leather collar from around Cy's throat.]

I recall that you asked me to marry you. Technically I did it first, but that was before the scene.

( the collar comes away, and cy lifts a hand to touch the skin beneath it, rubbing away the sensation of constriction even as he crowds sasuke into the shower. )

I did.

( he leans in to steal a kiss, pressed in against the boy's mouth. )

I want that.

[He lets himself be steered back, chin tilted slightly up to catch the kiss and return it, a low hum between their lips. One hand seeks the shower faucet, ensuring they're out of the spray when it starts out cold.]

But I meant it when I said I'd do it properly. Yuino. [結納 — Cy might know its cultural significance, by knowing his language.] My clan used to celebrate those kinds of ceremonies officially, but... even if it's only the two of us, I don't care. You mean everything to me.

( he reaches for the soap, building it into a lather before he starts to wash sasuke down, pressing kisses to newly clean, damp skin. )

We can do everything as traditionally as you want.

As long as you tell me what you want, too.

[He doesn't want to seem selfish by dictating exactly how it's done. While Cy washes him, his right hand spans over the man's broad back, tracing the definition of muscle under the slick water.]

It's for both of us.

There's only one tradition I really care about from my own culture. The couple picks a plant that represents their union, and you plant it together as a first act of marriage.

（ then, perhaps a little suggestively as he works lower, gently cradling sasuke's cock to clean it — ）

And then you get to fuck in the dirt. It's supposed to be ceremonial, so the most 'modern' iteration I was around for was just smearing a bit of the dirt from your homestead on each other and running off to the bedroom, but I like the old-fashioned version, myself.

（ what can he say, he's ancient, it's a whole thing. ）

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