[He hadn't bothered to get dressed today, so the hand on his belly feels especially warm with skin contact — he arches a little to luxuriate in the sensation of Cy on top of him.]
（ he pets him, hand drifting downward, finding sasuke's cock with an idle stroke that gently pulls the foreskin down. ）
I want you to fuck me next to our eggs. （ it's his turn to take a bite of the onigiri, before pressing the rest into sasuke's hand. ） Get all filthy about knocking me up for a change. You game?
（ the praise is warm, punctuated with an affectionate little nudge. ）
I think I could stand it if it was done as an act of service for someone I love. Chosen willingly, not — imposed on me. I'd be down to try, at least. If it's not great for my brain, we could tap out of the genjutsu with no harm done, yeah?
Yes. At least in genjutsu, you'll be able to sense that it's an illusion. It won't feel real in the same way. And it can end at any time. We might not have the same control otherwise.
[Finishing off his food, he licks his thumb to clean a speck of sticky rice, eyes still fastened onto Cy with full attention.]
You can also decide how you'll appear. I don't want to make that decision for you.
Yeah, but it's not about what I like. What do you think you'd enjoy?
（ he takes sasuke's hand, shoving it beneath his shirt with his palm sealed to the back of sasuke's hand — nudging him up to that approximate region of his chest, hand cupped in imitation of holding a breast. he varies the pose of their hands, from a more closed palm to one more open, representative of different sizes. ）
I love the tits on you, they're so fucking perfect — remind me to titfuck you again sometime, yeah? — but I want to make sure you'll be interested in the form I use, too.
That's not something to worry about. I'll enjoy anything if it's you.
[How distracting. His palm molds itself over Cy's pectoral, feeling definition under smooth skin, the brief rub of a nipple against his callused fingers.]
I don't know. I like... the feeling of muscle. And I like being able to hold it.
[A squeeze, denting Cy's skin with the pressure of his grip.]
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（ his free hand strokes down sasuke's chest, palm settling flat over his belly. ）
It absolutely is. But this will work in a pinch if I want you to keep your energy up so we can get all frisky.
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[He hadn't bothered to get dressed today, so the hand on his belly feels especially warm with skin contact — he arches a little to luxuriate in the sensation of Cy on top of him.]
Getting 'frisky'?
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（ he pets him, hand drifting downward, finding sasuke's cock with an idle stroke that gently pulls the foreskin down. ）
I want you to fuck me next to our eggs. （ it's his turn to take a bite of the onigiri, before pressing the rest into sasuke's hand. ） Get all filthy about knocking me up for a change. You game?
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When you say it like that, how could I refuse?
[Time to eat this onigiri as fast as possible without choking on rice.]
Hm... I've never had sex with a woman. But if I did, I'd want it to be you.
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I still wouldn't be a woman. Just borrowing the anatomy for a spell.
( then, thoughtfully — )
We could do it in genjutsu, if you wanted the 'real' thing.
( airquote life!! )
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[Nailed it(?).]
Would you want to? It's a physical change.
[From what Cy has told him, and what he recalls of that experience with animalistic features, it isn't necessarily good for Cy.]
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（ the praise is warm, punctuated with an affectionate little nudge. ）
I think I could stand it if it was done as an act of service for someone I love. Chosen willingly, not — imposed on me. I'd be down to try, at least. If it's not great for my brain, we could tap out of the genjutsu with no harm done, yeah?
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[Finishing off his food, he licks his thumb to clean a speck of sticky rice, eyes still fastened onto Cy with full attention.]
You can also decide how you'll appear. I don't want to make that decision for you.
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（ the reassurance is cute, though. 🥺🥺🥺 and earns sasuke a playful kiss to the bridge of his nose before cy continues: ）
I gotta know about the titties. Are we talkin' like, modest handful or big ol' melons?
（ why does he ever talk. ）
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I... don't know? What do you prefer?
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Um. You like them larger, don't you?
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（ he takes sasuke's hand, shoving it beneath his shirt with his palm sealed to the back of sasuke's hand — nudging him up to that approximate region of his chest, hand cupped in imitation of holding a breast. he varies the pose of their hands, from a more closed palm to one more open, representative of different sizes. ）
I love the tits on you, they're so fucking perfect — remind me to titfuck you again sometime, yeah? — but I want to make sure you'll be interested in the form I use, too.
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[How distracting. His palm molds itself over Cy's pectoral, feeling definition under smooth skin, the brief rub of a nipple against his callused fingers.]
I don't know. I like... the feeling of muscle. And I like being able to hold it.
[A squeeze, denting Cy's skin with the pressure of his grip.]
ftb...
Okay. Let's try it.