[Oh. The intensity in his eyes doesn't diminish, only magnified by the sentiment that translation carries — the way it hooks in his chest, snags, and threatens a debilitating bout of emotion. A careful breath readies him against it.]
I want you to teach me French. [A slow and thoughtful stroke of his palm up, mapping every step of Cy's spine.] And Chiskikani.
[He'll be a dedicated student to everything that Cy shares with him.]
But first, I want to spend the day as you suggested. [Leaning in, he steals a brief taste of sugar and strawberry from Cy's lips in a kiss. He could stand to eat sweets if it was like this.] Will you fuck me?
Sweetheart, I'll teach you anything you please if you promise to look at me like that while I'm doing it.
（ kakashi would be fucking aghast at how good a student sasuke is, actually. the secret ingredient is fucking??? smh.
the kiss lingers, and cy drags his tongue along the boy's bottom lip. ）
Absolutely. Any particular which way on your mind today? I noticed you're gettin' a little more adventurous, which is like — super fucking hot, by the way. I could fuck you on your hands and knees, get you to suck my dick while I finally use that poor, neglected, possibly cursed toy on your ass... you could fuck me if you wanted to, I know it's mostly been me driving but I'm down to have you rail me too. Somethin' hard, somethin' soft, we could try bondage... hit the toystore for something that'll make you a pretty sobbing wreck for me in the prostate massage category... I'm easy.
[In the most inane, sanitized moments, Cy's voice is an intoxicant for him — at times sedative when he seeks calm amid emotional turmoil, or distracting when his mind would be better turned down other paths. Yet like this, in those casual tones putting voice to obscene sexual acts, it is at its most powerful. Perhaps part of it is conditioned; it was how he'd first experienced sex with Cy in any form, pinned to a bed and spoken into that blinding orgasm on the heels of dirty fantasy.
His mouth parts at the lick of a tongue as if he means to chase it.]
You, [an abrupt beginning that is quickly abandoned. His skin is warm beneath his clothes, and his cock is somehow, infuriatingly, hard from the mere discussion of a scenario alone, which Cy may discover with a shift of weight.] I don't know how I'm supposed to choose. You've suggested too many options.
I did mention the dehydration, right? Like, that was a thing I did?
（ oh, he has absolutely noticed, and he uses the hook of his crossed ankles to pull himself in a little more closely to sasuke's body, suggestive and playful all at once. ）
You're eighteen, you really gonna let a millenarian （ yes he has just invented this word, fuck you it works — ） one up you on raw sexual stamina?
[We will go ahead and put that word with twunk in the category of 'incomprehensible Cyisms'.
A stutter of breath flees his lips, and his palm flattens on Cy's back to a more broad, full-handed stroke over skin. It takes will not to rut his hips up for friction, to prove himself overeager.]
Then... first, I want you to do what you mentioned earlier. [He doesn't know if Cy was serious, but the image has stuck in his mind like a burr.] I want to use my mouth on you, and I want you to... [teeth worry a lower lip briefly,] Do it on my face.
After that, hands and knees. I'll decide the rest later.
Okay, but if you're even considering toys as an option, we should go now. Beat the V-Day rush, and also, I cannot guarantee I'm going to want to go anywhere for at least twenty-four hours after we start getting naked.
（ hold on he's going to come back to the facial thing. just you wait. ）
（ it does not actually narrow their options down by any significant margin anyway. ）
So, you want me to come all over your face, huh? Sexually, it's called a 'facial'. Personally, I'd say, painting the Mona Lisa with a baby baster but weirdly that's never caught on?
（ who lets this man open his mouth and use words, part 892834793 ）
[The awfulness of that euphemism would have more effect if Sasuke was not from fantasy shinobiland.]
I don't know what Mona Lisa is.
[Truthfully, he's far more interested in the 'facial' information.]
Have people named every sexual act? [Better to confront than, yes, he does in fact want Cy to... what had he said? Glaze his face like a cinnamon bun?] I suppose that one is straightforward.
（ he leans in close, grinding his hips just a little as he nips at the bridge of sasuke's nose. ）
She's got nothing on you, though.
（ hello, you're gorgeous, he will tell you incessantly. ）
And ah, yeah? A lot of 'em, anyway. New shit's always being reinvented, or rediscovered, and renamed, so it's weird like that, but some stuff's pretty basic and holds up over time. I don't remember when 'facial' became popular, actually... Anyway — just make sure you close your eyes when I warn you and don't open them until I clean you off after, okay? Jizz fucking stings.
[That is... incredibly romantic, and spoken so off-handedly that all he can do is bear it with a self-aware flush. Please, have mercy on his never-speak-thy-feelings conservative upbringing. He won't last at this rate.]
Simple enough instructions.
[The burn of warmth is more targeted now as he imagines what it will be like in the act; his hand slips lower on Cy's back, petting at a hip, voice made a little thready for that grind. Predictably, his cock responds with a dull pulse of arousal.]
Can we do it now? I've been thinking about that since I did it last. Using my mouth on you.
Sweetheart, if I ever say 'no' to 'can I suck your cock right now', I want you to slap me because I am probably an alien.
（ ... well, he is technically an alien, but — semantics.
cy transmats the remainder of the cake off the bed and onto that shitty nightstand, and then flexes his thighs around sasuke's hips and Does a Barrel Roll that switches their positions neatly, cradling sasuke against his body in their little tangle on the bed.
he nuzzles in playfully at his cheek, lands an exaggerated kiss complete with the muah! sound affect and then plants a hand square in the middle of the boy's chest and shoves him — not hard, but enough to suggest he's got a position to assume on his knees on the floor. maybe sasuke will notice that he snuck a towel in there with a little void magic for him to kneel on and cushion the position, or maybe he'll just think it was already there because he's a bit messy — hard to say. ）
You wanna be naked? Not naked? And — （ a glance down, with one eyebrow very raised. ） Should I be telling you no getting off from this? I wanna gargle with your first load of the day, swallow that bad boy right on top of the cake you so thoughtfully brought for me.
[The position is assumed with a diligence reflected in the gleam of mismatched eyes, sinking to knees on the towel, absent any hesitation. The way his gaze slips to the crotch of Cy's slacks says enough for the hunger of his need — he needs no preamble, no teaching exercise of fingers on his tongue, testing that give at the back of his throat.
Cy's language is not a surprise, but it cracks only a little of his focused haze; he huffs, mouth an almost-wry twist.]
Evocative. I won't come, then. [Definitive acceptance of this rule. The warm pool of arousal in his belly only thickens; he presses his thighs together, feeling his cock twitch. He does like being told that, as if Cy has taken some invisible rein of control over his body.] ... I want to be naked. What we did that time, where you were dressed and I wasn't, was enjoyable.
[Is that pattern of degradation kink emerging more clearly yet? In any case, he begins stripping himself with brusque movements. Almost tongue-in-cheek, at the same time —]
（ sasuke strips, which cy watches with full and complete appreciation — but when he kneels there is a keener, sharper interest there that sees him slip to the edge of the bed, knees spread in an open invitation, making space for sasuke in a way that feels easy as breathing.
cy reaches down to stroke his hair, and it can be called nothing else but loving, the way it turns from that into a caress of his cheek, thumb tracing the bone of his cheek. it is absolutely emerging — and while it's not something he'd ever do with someone who wasn't into it, sasuke's enjoyment of it stokes a fire all its own. ）
Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart. Thanks for sharing it with me, huh?
（ he does, however, reach to rummage through his bedside drawer to pull out a dark silk scarf. deftly, he uses it to tie sasuke's hair back like a band. the dark, silky strands are coming to the point of just long enough to get in the way for 'jizz on the face' shenanigans, and as he does it he explains why — ）
If I get it all over your hair we'll probably need to hit the shower. It turns hair into a gross crunchy mess. If it appeals, we can do that somewhere down the line, but it's a lot of ick nasty for something you're just gettin' into.
（ an escaped lock is tucked in beneath the scarf as well, and then he lets the tails of it trail down sasuke's bare back. ）
Anything else you wanna add here? I know I skipped out on the dirty talk last time, but I could bring that back. Oh, and — （ another brief rummage, and he brings out the little bell they'd used during the spanking, holding it out for sasuke to take. hard to safeword with your mouth full, and all. ）
[Cy had said it aloud minutes ago — that they are dating. Yet it seems to affect him again, renewed at those words, at the affectionate hand petting his hair, touching one cheek. There is a warmth in his chest that feels like some small sun at full peak in the sky.
He remains still as the scarf is affixed, neatly pinning back a dark and ragged fringe of hair. He cannot recall when he last had his face bared, both the pale Rinnegan and dormant black of the other eye nakedly visible for inspection. And there's no instinctive reflex to try to protect from it with Cy; it would have been a different case with someone else. He doesn't like having the area around his eyes touched freely.
It is significant, then. That he's asked for this.]
Mm. [A nod of understanding. Another time, perhaps when they're keen on taking a shower after.] I enjoy hearing you talk that way. Also, last time I could tell you were holding back.
[Understandably, because it was his first attempt at taking a dick in his throat, but — Sasuke curls fingers around the bell once its looped at the middle.]
（ he catches sasuke's wrist, lifts his hand. the bell chimes dully from within the cradle of his hand. ）
Like, there was some restraint there sure, but it wasn't because I didn't think you could take it. It was because that's not how I like to teach. Walk before you run, right? （ he presses a kiss against sasuke's knuckles, meeting his eyes over the silhouette of his hand. ） If you can look me in the eye and say you can handle harder I'll trust you and we can do that today, I just — don't like when it's the default. I wanna dick you down all slow an' lazy while we make romantic eye contact by candlelight and make you choke on my cock while you cry. I contain multitudes, and all that jazz.
[It takes some effort to reframe the idea, but he understands that Cy wasn't doubting his strength to endure. That would have come into question long ago if it was the case. Yet Sasuke has never felt he's needed to prove anything to Cy — which is, on its own, a raw feeling. A good one.]
I understand. [Truthfully, he is... trying to maintain his composure about that second descriptor. Choking on Cy's cock is a newly awakened desire fiercely fed by a flame, but to the point of tears?] I'm still learning from you.
[At times, he has to beat back that part of him trying to make leaps and bounds of progress too soon. His hand turns in that grip, fingertips curiously brushing across Cy's mouth.]
I enjoy every way that we do it. You don't make me feel ashamed of that. [Even when it's as humiliating as what he's asked for now.] It's because it's with you.
（ something softens in his expression, and when sasuke touches at his mouth he kisses his fingers too. ）
Safety goes two ways. You give that to me, too.
（ he presses sasuke's palm in against his cheek, nuzzling in against it, pressing his palm a final time over his lifeline. ）
I don't want you to feel ashamed of anything. Not what you want, not what we do, not your deepest fantasies or darkest fears. I've got you.
（ ... and then, playfully: ）
Sometimes that means coming on your face and calling you my little slut, and that's okay. （ he presses his calves in against sasuke's sides, dropping his knees apart just enough that he can hook his ankles behind him. ） What does it for you more you think? Slut, whore? Anything else you want me to say? Some people want to be called weak or pathetic or demeaned some other way, but I don't want to spring anything else on you unless you're vibing with it. （ a pause. clearly he has just had a 💡💡💡 moment. ） — Fuck, actually, can I put nipple clamps on you for this? I think you'd like it, but you wouldn't have to ask me to take them off if you decided you didn't.
[As those calves hook him in a surer loop, he shifts in his kneeling position, Cy's heels settling at the lower slope of his back in a warm and steadying press.]
Both of those are good. I don't have a preference. [If the dark-eyed, focused way he gazes up at Cy is indicative, posture angled before an altar of worship.] ... I like how you use slut to make me feel as though I belong to you.
[He's picking through Cy's suggestions carefully, one at a time.]
But not those other words. I don't know how I'd react. [Weak and pathetic — they take him somewhere else, a tilt into a realm colored by worse memory. To explain:] I've been called them before, so the associations I have are... mostly negative. I think, in another context, it might be all right. When power and subjugation are part of the 'scene', as you called it. But not for this.
[The flush of his cheeks is a bit hotter, then, at the final thought.]
Okay. Thanks for telling me. （ a bit more seriously — ） For the record, and I know you don't need to hear this from me, but you aren't either of those things. I don't think I'd really enjoy that particular type of language with you anyway, but if we ever do a scene like that we can talk about it then, okay?
（ almost, almost he considered an excoriating derision of whoever took it upon themselves to say such things to him, but — stops. there's a chance the experience is tangled up in the complicated mess with his brother, and he doesn't really want to bring that landmine into their laps. ）
As for the nipple clamps, you bet your ass （ haha?? ） I do. Here.
（ he reaches to one of the little cubby shelving units on the wall across from the bed, comes up with a set. they clearly haven't been used yet — still in their original packaging as he peels them out of cheap plastic. if sasuke needed more proof he really hasn't been getting kinky with other people, well, there it is. ）
Picked these up a while ago.
（ they're plain black, small clips with soft rubber grips and a screw plate to adjust the pressure based on desired intensity, connected by a black chain that's more decoration than function. cy, rubbing one heel gently back and forth against sasuke's back, leans forward to demonstrate by clipping one onto his pinkie finger, showing how it works and how to adjust the screws. ）
They cause a bit of pain, and increase sensation due to bloodflow. These ones are pretty tame, but overall you don't wanna wear 'em longer than ten or fifteen minutes. Some people hang weights on the chain. Nipples can be pretty fuckin' erogenous and since your partner can't pay attention to every area on the body that can be hardwired to your dick it's a nice way to kinda throw some extra sensation in there. May I?
（ he gestures for sasuke to just come up a little bit on his knees, and once he obeys (fuck, the way his cock twitches at how naturally he does it now —) he smoothes his hand across sasuke's chest, teases one of his nipples to a stiff peak and then gentle settles the clamp at the base rather than the most sensitive tip of the nub, adjusting the screw so it's not quite so intense. with only the one attached, he gives the chain the faintest, questioning little tug just to see how sasuke takes it — cy suspects he'll know right away whether or not he's into it. ）
[It is not an admittance he would have made openly months ago. Not prior to the moment Cy had walked into his life and allowed him the safety to express his thoughts and feelings without punitive judgment, without ridicule, with the promise it could be handled and walked down from the height of escalation. So there should be no surprise when Cy reassures him he is neither weak nor pathetic, yet that burn of sentiment aches alive in his chest — a sore wound that has festered throughout the course of his life, unmended. He has fought so long to dispel those beliefs within himself, and he had not realized the impression they'd left until Cy spoke it aloud.
Good, then, that they've walked on to the topic of nipple clamps. It's a distraction; it's what he wants to spend this day on, in Cy's room, in Cy's company. On the floor between Cy's knees.
Sasuke watches like a hawk as the toy is lifted and demonstrated on a finger. His eyes are a little rounded, if only for the novelty, and he leans up as soon as directed. Natural apprehension gathers — he knows this part of his body is sensitive — but the moment that first clamp pinches his skin, it elicits a startled noise, quiet on a sharply inhaled breath.]
Oh.
[The tug earns... a deeper, shuddering exhalation as tender nerves are pulled at, sparking a bright, electric snap of pleasure. He finds himself leaning slightly against Cy's knees, off-centered by the stimulation, eyes bright and face hot.]
cy gives sasuke a look that's etched in deep fondness, and there's another deeper pull on the chain that will give the boy a very pressing and immediate incentive to lean up for a kiss. his teeth close against sasuke's bottom lip, and he suddenly has two separate anchorpoints that will bloom with the faint sting of pain offered and accepted. ）
[There's a visceral pleasure in being forced up into the kiss, another jolt of sensation to the tender area of that pinched aereola, rapidly darkening to ruddy color for the paleness of his skin. He shudders into it, kissing back hard as he feels the way his cock twitches against the inside of a thigh.]
（ so the other nipple, too, is given that gentle ministration, pinched and petted with clever fingers until the clamp is affixed in mirror to the first. when he's done, cy toys at the chain between them with his index finger, adding a steady and equal pressure between them. then he angles his hips forward invitingly, leaning back just a bit to keep his balance. ）
Remember the bell. If it starts to hurt we stop to take them off.
（ sasuke won't give him more than either of them can take, for wildly different reasons. ）
Now, go on and take my cock out. We're gonna loop the chain overtop it. （ it's just long enough, with one caveat — ） When you lean forward it'll tug on the clamps, so you can decide how much you want to take of both my cock and the pain. I'll let you adjust, find what works for you — and when you're ready to try going a little harder, raise the bell where I can see it and give it a shake and a thumbs up — the safeword here would be dropping it down, okay? Remember the difference — and I'll put my palm on the back of your head and pull you forward. You won't be able to breathe, I'll keep you there until I judge you need the air, and then I'll let you ease back. Make sure you take a real breath when I let you back, because I'm gonna do that until you either safeword out — drop the bell — or I come down your fuckin' throat, all right? If the clips slip off, they'll hurt like a bitch, so be careful about how you move with them. But I'm not gonna stop if they do unless you ask me, so keep that in mind.
（ his free hand strokes sasuke's cheek. ）
Tell me you understand. Then you can follow my instructions.
[His attention narrows to the points of pinched flesh, feeling as the area becomes warmer. It isn't painful by any means, but he cannot ignore the tingling pressure — nor how he must look on his knees, a chain dangling off pink and stiffened nipples in decoration against a naked body — and he is steered away only once Cy speaks.
A hard swallow is his first response, throat working as if in preparation for Cy's dick, for that promised lack of air. The way Cy talks him through the scenario is like foreplay on its own; he feels a tickle of precome as it leaks from the slit of his cock, lying untouched between legs.]
I understand. [A dry little rasp.] Safeword is dropping the bell. I'll raise it when I want to go harder. But remember not to come down my throat, I want it — on my face. [Important.
He reaches, hand steady as it works at the closure of Cy's slacks, thumbing the button from its slot and sliding down the zipper's teeth. Cy's cock is heavy against his palm as he draws it loose, encountering no second layer of fabric to block access, which is not a shock by now. He stares at the flushed length of it with hunger, exerting effort of will not to dip down and lap it up into his mouth immediately. A breath, a shudder. He stays still and waits.]
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I want you to teach me French. [A slow and thoughtful stroke of his palm up, mapping every step of Cy's spine.] And Chiskikani.
[He'll be a dedicated student to everything that Cy shares with him.]
But first, I want to spend the day as you suggested. [Leaning in, he steals a brief taste of sugar and strawberry from Cy's lips in a kiss. He could stand to eat sweets if it was like this.] Will you fuck me?
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（ kakashi would be fucking aghast at how good a student sasuke is, actually. the secret ingredient is fucking??? smh.
the kiss lingers, and cy drags his tongue along the boy's bottom lip. ）
Absolutely. Any particular which way on your mind today? I noticed you're gettin' a little more adventurous, which is like — super fucking hot, by the way. I could fuck you on your hands and knees, get you to suck my dick while I finally use that poor, neglected, possibly cursed toy on your ass... you could fuck me if you wanted to, I know it's mostly been me driving but I'm down to have you rail me too. Somethin' hard, somethin' soft, we could try bondage... hit the toystore for something that'll make you a pretty sobbing wreck for me in the prostate massage category... I'm easy.
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His mouth parts at the lick of a tongue as if he means to chase it.]
You, [an abrupt beginning that is quickly abandoned. His skin is warm beneath his clothes, and his cock is somehow, infuriatingly, hard from the mere discussion of a scenario alone, which Cy may discover with a shift of weight.] I don't know how I'm supposed to choose. You've suggested too many options.
[Hopefully Cy is immune to his criticism by now.]
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（ oh, he has absolutely noticed, and he uses the hook of his crossed ankles to pull himself in a little more closely to sasuke's body, suggestive and playful all at once. ）
You're eighteen, you really gonna let a millenarian （ yes he has just invented this word, fuck you it works — ） one up you on raw sexual stamina?
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A stutter of breath flees his lips, and his palm flattens on Cy's back to a more broad, full-handed stroke over skin. It takes will not to rut his hips up for friction, to prove himself overeager.]
Then... first, I want you to do what you mentioned earlier. [He doesn't know if Cy was serious, but the image has stuck in his mind like a burr.] I want to use my mouth on you, and I want you to... [teeth worry a lower lip briefly,] Do it on my face.
After that, hands and knees. I'll decide the rest later.
[Happy Valentine's Day.]
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（ hold on he's going to come back to the facial thing. just you wait. ）
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[He's seen some of the freaky stuff displayed around the resort for purchase, okay, and his curiosity can't even decide where to begin.]
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（ it does not actually narrow their options down by any significant margin anyway. ）
So, you want me to come all over your face, huh? Sexually, it's called a 'facial'. Personally, I'd say, painting the Mona Lisa with a baby baster but weirdly that's never caught on?
（ who lets this man open his mouth and use words, part 892834793 ）
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I don't know what Mona Lisa is.
[Truthfully, he's far more interested in the 'facial' information.]
Have people named every sexual act? [Better to confront than, yes, he does in fact want Cy to... what had he said? Glaze his face like a cinnamon bun?] I suppose that one is straightforward.
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（ he leans in close, grinding his hips just a little as he nips at the bridge of sasuke's nose. ）
She's got nothing on you, though.
（ hello, you're gorgeous, he will tell you incessantly. ）
And ah, yeah? A lot of 'em, anyway. New shit's always being reinvented, or rediscovered, and renamed, so it's weird like that, but some stuff's pretty basic and holds up over time. I don't remember when 'facial' became popular, actually... Anyway — just make sure you close your eyes when I warn you and don't open them until I clean you off after, okay? Jizz fucking stings.
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Simple enough instructions.
[The burn of warmth is more targeted now as he imagines what it will be like in the act; his hand slips lower on Cy's back, petting at a hip, voice made a little thready for that grind. Predictably, his cock responds with a dull pulse of arousal.]
Can we do it now? I've been thinking about that since I did it last. Using my mouth on you.
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（ ... well, he is technically an alien, but — semantics.
cy transmats the remainder of the cake off the bed and onto that shitty nightstand, and then flexes his thighs around sasuke's hips and Does a Barrel Roll that switches their positions neatly, cradling sasuke against his body in their little tangle on the bed.
he nuzzles in playfully at his cheek, lands an exaggerated kiss complete with the muah! sound affect and then plants a hand square in the middle of the boy's chest and shoves him — not hard, but enough to suggest he's got a position to assume on his knees on the floor. maybe sasuke will notice that he snuck a towel in there with a little void magic for him to kneel on and cushion the position, or maybe he'll just think it was already there because he's a bit messy — hard to say. ）
You wanna be naked? Not naked? And — （ a glance down, with one eyebrow very raised. ） Should I be telling you no getting off from this? I wanna gargle with your first load of the day, swallow that bad boy right on top of the cake you so thoughtfully brought for me.
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Cy's language is not a surprise, but it cracks only a little of his focused haze; he huffs, mouth an almost-wry twist.]
Evocative. I won't come, then. [Definitive acceptance of this rule. The warm pool of arousal in his belly only thickens; he presses his thighs together, feeling his cock twitch. He does like being told that, as if Cy has taken some invisible rein of control over his body.] ... I want to be naked. What we did that time, where you were dressed and I wasn't, was enjoyable.
[Is that pattern of degradation kink emerging more clearly yet? In any case, he begins stripping himself with brusque movements. Almost tongue-in-cheek, at the same time —]
I'm glad you liked the cake.
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cy reaches down to stroke his hair, and it can be called nothing else but loving, the way it turns from that into a caress of his cheek, thumb tracing the bone of his cheek. it is absolutely emerging — and while it's not something he'd ever do with someone who wasn't into it, sasuke's enjoyment of it stokes a fire all its own. ）
Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart. Thanks for sharing it with me, huh?
（ he does, however, reach to rummage through his bedside drawer to pull out a dark silk scarf. deftly, he uses it to tie sasuke's hair back like a band. the dark, silky strands are coming to the point of just long enough to get in the way for 'jizz on the face' shenanigans, and as he does it he explains why — ）
If I get it all over your hair we'll probably need to hit the shower. It turns hair into a gross crunchy mess. If it appeals, we can do that somewhere down the line, but it's a lot of ick nasty for something you're just gettin' into.
（ an escaped lock is tucked in beneath the scarf as well, and then he lets the tails of it trail down sasuke's bare back. ）
Anything else you wanna add here? I know I skipped out on the dirty talk last time, but I could bring that back. Oh, and — （ another brief rummage, and he brings out the little bell they'd used during the spanking, holding it out for sasuke to take. hard to safeword with your mouth full, and all. ）
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He remains still as the scarf is affixed, neatly pinning back a dark and ragged fringe of hair. He cannot recall when he last had his face bared, both the pale Rinnegan and dormant black of the other eye nakedly visible for inspection. And there's no instinctive reflex to try to protect from it with Cy; it would have been a different case with someone else. He doesn't like having the area around his eyes touched freely.
It is significant, then. That he's asked for this.]
Mm. [A nod of understanding. Another time, perhaps when they're keen on taking a shower after.] I enjoy hearing you talk that way. Also, last time I could tell you were holding back.
[Understandably, because it was his first attempt at taking a dick in his throat, but — Sasuke curls fingers around the bell once its looped at the middle.]
I wouldn't mind it. If you were rougher with me.
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（ he catches sasuke's wrist, lifts his hand. the bell chimes dully from within the cradle of his hand. ）
Like, there was some restraint there sure, but it wasn't because I didn't think you could take it. It was because that's not how I like to teach. Walk before you run, right? （ he presses a kiss against sasuke's knuckles, meeting his eyes over the silhouette of his hand. ） If you can look me in the eye and say you can handle harder I'll trust you and we can do that today, I just — don't like when it's the default. I wanna dick you down all slow an' lazy while we make romantic eye contact by candlelight and make you choke on my cock while you cry. I contain multitudes, and all that jazz.
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I understand. [Truthfully, he is... trying to maintain his composure about that second descriptor. Choking on Cy's cock is a newly awakened desire fiercely fed by a flame, but to the point of tears?] I'm still learning from you.
[At times, he has to beat back that part of him trying to make leaps and bounds of progress too soon. His hand turns in that grip, fingertips curiously brushing across Cy's mouth.]
I enjoy every way that we do it. You don't make me feel ashamed of that. [Even when it's as humiliating as what he's asked for now.] It's because it's with you.
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Safety goes two ways. You give that to me, too.
（ he presses sasuke's palm in against his cheek, nuzzling in against it, pressing his palm a final time over his lifeline. ）
I don't want you to feel ashamed of anything. Not what you want, not what we do, not your deepest fantasies or darkest fears. I've got you.
（ ... and then, playfully: ）
Sometimes that means coming on your face and calling you my little slut, and that's okay. （ he presses his calves in against sasuke's sides, dropping his knees apart just enough that he can hook his ankles behind him. ） What does it for you more you think? Slut, whore? Anything else you want me to say? Some people want to be called weak or pathetic or demeaned some other way, but I don't want to spring anything else on you unless you're vibing with it. （ a pause. clearly he has just had a 💡💡💡 moment. ） — Fuck, actually, can I put nipple clamps on you for this? I think you'd like it, but you wouldn't have to ask me to take them off if you decided you didn't.
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Both of those are good. I don't have a preference. [If the dark-eyed, focused way he gazes up at Cy is indicative, posture angled before an altar of worship.] ... I like how you use slut to make me feel as though I belong to you.
[He's picking through Cy's suggestions carefully, one at a time.]
But not those other words. I don't know how I'd react. [Weak and pathetic — they take him somewhere else, a tilt into a realm colored by worse memory. To explain:] I've been called them before, so the associations I have are... mostly negative. I think, in another context, it might be all right. When power and subjugation are part of the 'scene', as you called it. But not for this.
[The flush of his cheeks is a bit hotter, then, at the final thought.]
I'm willing to try it. You own them already?
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Okay. Thanks for telling me. （ a bit more seriously — ） For the record, and I know you don't need to hear this from me, but you aren't either of those things. I don't think I'd really enjoy that particular type of language with you anyway, but if we ever do a scene like that we can talk about it then, okay?
（ almost, almost he considered an excoriating derision of whoever took it upon themselves to say such things to him, but — stops. there's a chance the experience is tangled up in the complicated mess with his brother, and he doesn't really want to bring that landmine into their laps. ）
As for the nipple clamps, you bet your ass （ haha?? ） I do. Here.
（ he reaches to one of the little cubby shelving units on the wall across from the bed, comes up with a set. they clearly haven't been used yet — still in their original packaging as he peels them out of cheap plastic. if sasuke needed more proof he really hasn't been getting kinky with other people, well, there it is. ）
Picked these up a while ago.
（ they're plain black, small clips with soft rubber grips and a screw plate to adjust the pressure based on desired intensity, connected by a black chain that's more decoration than function. cy, rubbing one heel gently back and forth against sasuke's back, leans forward to demonstrate by clipping one onto his pinkie finger, showing how it works and how to adjust the screws. ）
They cause a bit of pain, and increase sensation due to bloodflow. These ones are pretty tame, but overall you don't wanna wear 'em longer than ten or fifteen minutes. Some people hang weights on the chain. Nipples can be pretty fuckin' erogenous and since your partner can't pay attention to every area on the body that can be hardwired to your dick it's a nice way to kinda throw some extra sensation in there. May I?
（ he gestures for sasuke to just come up a little bit on his knees, and once he obeys (fuck, the way his cock twitches at how naturally he does it now —) he smoothes his hand across sasuke's chest, teases one of his nipples to a stiff peak and then gentle settles the clamp at the base rather than the most sensitive tip of the nub, adjusting the screw so it's not quite so intense. with only the one attached, he gives the chain the faintest, questioning little tug just to see how sasuke takes it — cy suspects he'll know right away whether or not he's into it. ）
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Good, then, that they've walked on to the topic of nipple clamps. It's a distraction; it's what he wants to spend this day on, in Cy's room, in Cy's company. On the floor between Cy's knees.
Sasuke watches like a hawk as the toy is lifted and demonstrated on a finger. His eyes are a little rounded, if only for the novelty, and he leans up as soon as directed. Natural apprehension gathers — he knows this part of his body is sensitive — but the moment that first clamp pinches his skin, it elicits a startled noise, quiet on a sharply inhaled breath.]
Oh.
[The tug earns... a deeper, shuddering exhalation as tender nerves are pulled at, sparking a bright, electric snap of pleasure. He finds himself leaning slightly against Cy's knees, off-centered by the stimulation, eyes bright and face hot.]
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cy gives sasuke a look that's etched in deep fondness, and there's another deeper pull on the chain that will give the boy a very pressing and immediate incentive to lean up for a kiss. his teeth close against sasuke's bottom lip, and he suddenly has two separate anchorpoints that will bloom with the faint sting of pain offered and accepted. ）
You want the other one?
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Yes.
[He watches Cy now with rapt expectation.]
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Remember the bell. If it starts to hurt we stop to take them off.
（ sasuke won't give him more than either of them can take, for wildly different reasons. ）
Now, go on and take my cock out. We're gonna loop the chain overtop it. （ it's just long enough, with one caveat — ） When you lean forward it'll tug on the clamps, so you can decide how much you want to take of both my cock and the pain. I'll let you adjust, find what works for you — and when you're ready to try going a little harder, raise the bell where I can see it and give it a shake and a thumbs up — the safeword here would be dropping it down, okay? Remember the difference — and I'll put my palm on the back of your head and pull you forward. You won't be able to breathe, I'll keep you there until I judge you need the air, and then I'll let you ease back. Make sure you take a real breath when I let you back, because I'm gonna do that until you either safeword out — drop the bell — or I come down your fuckin' throat, all right? If the clips slip off, they'll hurt like a bitch, so be careful about how you move with them. But I'm not gonna stop if they do unless you ask me, so keep that in mind.
（ his free hand strokes sasuke's cheek. ）
Tell me you understand. Then you can follow my instructions.
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A hard swallow is his first response, throat working as if in preparation for Cy's dick, for that promised lack of air. The way Cy talks him through the scenario is like foreplay on its own; he feels a tickle of precome as it leaks from the slit of his cock, lying untouched between legs.]
I understand. [A dry little rasp.] Safeword is dropping the bell. I'll raise it when I want to go harder. But remember not to come down my throat, I want it — on my face. [Important.
He reaches, hand steady as it works at the closure of Cy's slacks, thumbing the button from its slot and sliding down the zipper's teeth. Cy's cock is heavy against his palm as he draws it loose, encountering no second layer of fabric to block access, which is not a shock by now. He stares at the flushed length of it with hunger, exerting effort of will not to dip down and lap it up into his mouth immediately. A breath, a shudder. He stays still and waits.]
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the sluttification of uchiha sasuke
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cw: cnc mentions/hard bdsm foray oop
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cw from here-on out: negotiated noncon dabbling
so happy for them
it's all downhill from here (cw for actual noncon refs oop)
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cw: breeding meta......
Dawn of the 1st Day: sixty-nine (nice) other kinks remaining
their eternal kink journey continues
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speaking of typos me @ me i just wanna talk
felt 🥲
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we were overdue a freakout i guess
this is so tame for an uchiha freakout he hasn't tried to sew bits of cy to his tiddy yet
i mean. i guess i can put that on the list.
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cw: rape-play mention
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