（ sasuke stop being cute actually when your boyfriend wants to bang in front of your dinosaur toy??? ）
Hey.
（ cy reaches up, letting a soft brush of his fingers turn sasuke to look at him more fully. ）
You can say no. （ he no longer says that quite so often with sasuke, which is perhaps the main indication that what he's about to suggest is new to them both, but — ） But if you're up to give it a try here, I want you inside me.
（ sasuke fully controls this world. it's not immediately physical, and there's nothing that can really be done wrong here, in the safety and shelter of their minds. and so too is it an expression of the trust they harbour in all the negative spaces between them, the fact that cy would give himself over to a sexual act in this way. it's not submission — he's detailed the reasons why he would struggle with that — but it is a clarion-clear declaration of love. ）
Might need to make the bed a bit bigger with your magic brain shit, but. You know. Option's there.
Cy's words have an indelible effect on him, always, but this feels more than that — the gentleness of it, the implication of what Cy means. Affection surges, formed into that ache of love he's come to recognize and acknowledge despite the fear intrinsic to its existence. There is an intensity to the way he looks at Cy — a tilt that leans into the touch, head turned enough that he can graze those fingertips with cool lips.]
I've wanted to try that for a while now. [Leaning forward, he presses his brow in against Cy's own in brief intimacy.] So, yes.
[A gentle withdrawal, up and out of Cy's space as he stands and goes to the wood paneling of the wall where storage is kept hidden. He seeks a bundle of futon bedding and blankets, pulling everything out in a tumble, the effort half-effective with only one arm.]
（ cy helps him with a soft, settled eagerness and once it's laid out on the floor, covered in sheets and soft blankets, he lets himself drop down onto it, grasping at sasuke's hand to pull him too. ）
Do we need lube here? Can I just imagine it really hard?
It doesn't work like that. You're not the one controlling the illusion.
[There's amusement on his face, a fond smile bringing color and lightness to someone who shows it so rarely. He lets that hand pull him down into a sprawl on the futon.]
If I chose, I could just... [and with a calculated movement, he rolls on top of Cy,] have you naked and ready to take me in the span of a moment. But it's not what I want. I'd rather undress you, then prepare you myself.
[His tone is low, soft — less seductive than it is basking in the intimacy of this allowance. Not submission, but an act of service, clearing all of the darker shadows from this place of hallowed ground, creating love in what once was a grave. Cy is unbearably handsome to him on the white bedding in a slant of warm summer sunlight; he bends down to steal another kiss, then sits upright and begins divesting Cy of his clothes.]
Reach under your pillow.
[There's a little curve to his lips — like a child that thinks they've done something clever in the playing of a prank — because Cy will uncover a bottle of lubricant.]
（ he does it with a leer, already guessing what he'll find — and his fingers close on a bottle that's twin to the one he first used on sasuke it gets a soft gust of laughter out of him. ）
You're such a brat.
（ he lets himself be undressed, though he lets sasuke take point on it. where he could help by lifting his hips or shifting, he does so minimally — enjoying not only being handled, but the act of letting himself be so.
once he is thoroughly naked and not the least bit ashamed or troubled by it, he waggles the bottle of lube enticingly in one hand and then pops the cap off, gesturing for sasuke to come thither so he can pour some into his palm. ）
I've got the relaxation part down pat, as an FYI, so I don't need much prep. Not that I wouldn't enjoy you taking your time to lovingly work me open, but — you know. Much keener on taking your dick as a general rule. （ a playful lift of his eyebrows. ） Well, how do you want me, Uchiha? You're driving this one.
[Unlike past exchanges where Cy remained dressed while he was naked, here Sasuke wants to feel the frictive intimacy of skin on skin — shedding his own clothing with less care and more urgency, a strip that is all economical movement made of toned muscle. The enticement is met with a kiss, pleased even as Cy calls him a brat, palm lifted to accept a liberal squeeze of lubricant.]
I'll do some, at least. I want to feel you on my fingers.
[The direct words are meaningful in their intensity — because while this may be happening in a complex mental illusion, there is newness to it, sanctity in the indulgence of such pleasure where before only pain and fear and violence had existed.]
Sit on my lap. It's harder for me to balance when I'm above you. [Once he doesn't need his hand, it'll be easier, but for now he sits back, mismatched eyes watching Cy with undisguised heat.] ... And kiss me.
（ cy laughs warmly, and obeys unhesitatingly, getting to his knees so that he can arrange himself across sasuke's thighs, his own spread open and without tension. he lets sasuke take and support his weight, aware of and trusting to the fact he can, and wraps his arms around sasuke's shoulders. he does kiss him, and deeply — like he's trying to drink the air from his lungs in an inward press of his tongue. he rides up against sasuke in a flex of his thighs, his cock already halfly hard where it drags against sasuke's midsection in a messy smear of precome.
playfully: ）
Yessir.
（ it's said with stolen air, cheeky, as he leans back in. sasuke is welcome to finger him all he likes — but cy is going to take that order to heart, biting at his bottom lip, kissing the pale column of his throat, a thousand tiny sparks of connection, each imbued with more love than the last. ）
[There's a levity that relinquishes the strangling hold of grief on him since the veil of genjutsu had fallen over them. Sasuke melts into the kiss, and while he doesn't forget where they are — it's changed, slightly, feeling Cy's weight in his lap and the hot drag of that cock against his abdomen. The severity of this distilled memory is softened by degrees.
With Cy's cheeky comment, he bites back at a lower lip, a reprimand that does no damage but communicates some of that play in physical language.]
I don't hate how that sounds.
[Mostly a jest, as fingers slicked with lubricant drift into the furrow of cheeks, finding Cy's hole — rubbing across the entrance of his body, mimicking a tease of penetration done to him beneath Cy's hand countless times. The breach of index and middle fingers is an easy slide, one and then the other, luxuriating in the stretch of muscle that closes over knuckles. As promised, there's little resistance, but he doesn't shy aware from the indulgence of dragging in and out a few times just to feel the yield of Cy's body.]
That is because you're a brat, （ he drops a kiss against the bridge of sasuke's nose, relishing in that little show of playful affection. ）sir.
（ he rolls his hips into the penetration, but there's nearly no tension in him that isn't directly related to the fact he's using the flex of his thighs to keep himself tucked in close against sasuke, nuzzling at his temple, holding onto him through the slip of sasuke's fingers. ）
I'm not super big on prostate play — I'm one of those guys that finds it more intense than super pleasurable — so while I'm not saying don't go for it, just don't go ham on it, wouldn't be my thing.
（ he doesn't mind weathering a little overstimulation for sasuke especially, but it's really not the aim for him. he wants sasuke inside of him, wants that closeness and connection more than any amount of physical pleasure alone. ）
[Sasuke finds that he likes learning these preferences, more pieces of Cy that he can collect and possess and shelter against time. It's difficult to nuzzle into Cy's shoulder with their heights positioned this way, so — he simply presses his face against Cy's chest and rubs his cheek like an overly affectionate cat. Though he doesn't mind hearing sir, it doesn't raze a path of lust through him the way it does when he's the one saying it, or when Cy is calling him slut and whore.
Perhaps he's learning about himself, too.]
All right.
[He spends time fingering Cy less as an act of necessity to loosen him up — given there's little need — and more for the intimacy of it, the newness, enjoying that tight clench around scarred knuckles and imagining how it will feel once he's fully inside. Sex has become so much more to him than the resort seems to proclaim, with Cy. It isn't a fun game, it isn't a trivial pursuit of gratification, and without the circumstances of their situation he would feel no need to sleep with anyone else. He just wants this, for the rest of his life. Beyond time.
Sensitive to Cy's words, he doesn't seek out a prostate and pay it excessive attention, merely explores, and strokes, and lets his fingers slip in a loosely relaxed rhythm for touch more than the hurried chase of lust. Then his hand withdraws, fishing for the lubricant to apply it to his own cock — the motions careful, yet betraying an urgency that comes in quickened breath. His voice is low, adoring, but retains that intense directness as an arm comes to encircle Cy's hips.]
（ another time, perhaps, he would take this chance to tease — he'd tell sasuke to specify the it he's referring to. but that failed attempt at walking him through masturbation isn't far from his mind, and sasuke's frustration at not being able to talk like he does sits similarly along these things they learn, and know, and cherish between them.
so he doesn't try. he just listens, and obeys, reaching down for the slick, hard line of sasuke's cock. he works his hand once down the shaft in a loving caress before he seats the head of it against his hole and eases down, eyes falling closed at the first breach of the thicker head. he knows himself and his body with the weight of millennia behind it — and so taking sasuke in is done smoothly, in one drawn-out spear of motion that leaves them flush against one another. his hips rock into it, aching for just a little more, a little deeper — and when he's satisfied he lets out a breath in a pleased tangle of noise that's not unlike a sound someone might make sinking aching muscles into a hot bath.
his cock twitches in a guttering stir of interest, pressed against sasuke's belly — but for all the arousal suffused in him now, the more important thing is to lean back just enough that he can see sasuke's eyes, red and violet tones in a dizzying swirl, and kiss him again. ）
I love you. （ said again, plain and unadorned. sentiment seems to swell him at the seams — if he could say nothing else aloud for the rest of sasuke's life, let him say that. ） And I'm grateful you brought me here and shared this part of yourself with me. （ he pushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead so he can see his eyes more clearly. then: ） Let me be worthy of your trust until the heat death of the universe, sweetheart.
（ it's plea, and prayer, and promise. sealed with another kiss, and bracketed by another flex of his thighs as he lifts himself just slightly, and settles back down deep. ）
[The heat is an overwhelming intensity. Air rushes out of his chest as soon as Cy lowers down, movement as graceful as everything else done in such an ancient, artful body. It feels — almost feverish, a feature of physiology magnified by the squeeze of pressure as Sasuke's cock sinks into him, met with no resistance in that one slow, certain slide. The rock of hips drives a sharp hiss of noise from Sasuke — his arm tightens where it has cinched around Cy's narrow waist, force behind strength that would be bruising on anyone else except for this man. They've connected in so many ways, physical and emotional and now mental, yet it seems that each time is an exercise in his own restraint because of the outpour of affection threatening to flood. And maybe it is worse with practice, or maybe it is better tempered; Sasuke doesn't know. All he knows is that he's far past the point of return. He wouldn't survive it.
He can feel Cy's dick as it rubs against his belly, but before he can pursue any kind of friction, those eyes fasten onto his own, fringe of hair swept away to better allow the shared look. And those words. He's undone, vulnerability bared like the break of a wave on rocks, features furrowed with the depth of how that makes him feel.
He chases that kiss like the signature of a letter, final — and then another, and another. That tease of a thrust does nothing but stoke hunger fed by confessional love. With their lips still sealed together, unwilling to part, he uses the strength of one arm to repeat the motion, pulling Cy slightly off his lap only to grind up into him, feeling the shallow roll of tightness from Cy's ass sheathed all the way to the base of his cock.
It's not enough. Unfathomably desperate, he pivots weight forward and delivers Cy backwards onto the futon in a spill, arm kept where it is — using it to set the angle of Cy's hips so they are tilted up off bedding to accept the next thrust, harder and fuller, withdrawing the whole length of his cock and driving it into Cy as deep as it can be taken. He does this again, rhythm and pace set by urgency in the continued kisses, their bodies pressed as close together as he can manage in this position. Vowing words come strung somewhere between the slick separation of lips: I love you and I'll never leave you.]
（ the seat, the slide of sasuke's cock — in and of itself, it's not about to drive him breathlessly wild, frenzied into the drag of lust. it feels good, even when there's a stutter of the head of sasuke's dick against his prostate in a way that's a little bit like biting tinfoil — but the root of his enjoyment is not founded in physical pleasure but in the nearness, the expression of trust, the love. there is always a fucking cosmic intimacy to be found in the act of being inside someone, no matter what it's done with — fingers and tongues and toys serve just as well as a cock, after all — but what bridges it towards highstrung, hard-won pleasure is the fact that it's sasuke.
cy hooks his legs high on the iliac curves of sasuke's hips into his waist, and braces his right elbow against the futon, palming his right hand against sasuke's left shoulder. it gives him something to lean against, something to balance on, and whatever weight the boy gives over to him is cradled easily there. this illusory world is narrowed to the point of an awareness of flexing muscles and salt-sweat skin, the desperate wet sounds of every inward thrust and the taste of sasuke's tongue in those moments where they're aligned enough to steal kisses.
his left hand alternates: gentled touch in sasuke's hair, then gripping hard when sasuke bottoms out against him in a slap of skin. cy can't quite bite him like this, so instead he leaves other marks like calling cards, nails raked hard against the boy's back, over the furrow of old scars, the textured landscape of a body honed to war. the fact they're in an illusion means he's not terribly driven to discuss it — whatever pain sasuke feels will be what he wants to feel from it, and if that means the speckled, abraded drag of nails is more or less intense than the reality would be, well — they can sift that out of this experience afterwards.
another drive of sasuke's hips drives them just a little further up the futon. precome weeps at the head of his cock, pooling in a slick smear against the dip of his navel, but by no means does that stop him from a playful murmur: ）
You're doing great, sweetheart. Fuck — you feel so good.
[The feeling of legs around hips, Cy's body bent beneath him, the welts drawn by nails across his back — he wants to distill these sensations for as long as they can possibly last. He wants to rewrite the sad, sunken memory of this home with something good, sentimentalism built into the structure of an illusion for a place that no longer exists except here in this moment, and them within it. It isn't real, but they make it real, Cy's body feels more than real wrapped around his cock; skin radiates hot and fiery where nails scrape long red lines, magnified by his mind's interpretation. It's so good. His dick aches at the throb of pain, rhythm of thrusts faltering, frantic and messy more than anything practiced.
And the integrity of the illusion, though flawlessly woven, responds to this mental state — the golden light in the window, brilliantly colored, spills into a pool of milky moonlight with a sudden shift in perception. He thinks Cy looks just as beautiful laid out under the pale cut of the moon, sculpted in a perfect cast deeper than flesh suggests from the making of the mind beneath it. He wants to look at him with these eyes forever. He wants to see him under a hundred different lights on a thousand different days. The room doesn't change, but it feels like the world around it does, a narrowing down to this space away from everything else, all of his grief, all thought of dead clansmen and loss — just love.
His mouth falls onto whatever it can reach of Cy when they aren't kissing, and in the genjutsu he's able to leave a cluster of red bruises, sucked to the surface in a flowering bloom of worship and possessiveness. They won't be there when they leave the illusion, but it satisfies a part of him now.]
Cy, [is the ragged exhalation, eventually.] I'm close. I'm going to come — can I do it inside? [The drag of his dick is hard and deep, rarely pulling all the way free of that tight clench of muscle, arm around Cy's hips adjusting so his hand can cradle a palmful of Cy's ass. Panted breath fans the skin still wet from his mouth.] Then... I want your cock in my throat. I want it to choke me.
（ he doesn't miss the moonlight, nor that it seems to follow a mental shift in sasuke — but he thinks almost nothing of it, except as a metaphorical passage of time. he could spend the seasons like this, with nothing else but this boy for company, fucking him and being fucked.
the bruises choke a sound of surprise out of him, and as soon as he realizes the ache doesn't abate with his healing — ）
Ah, fuck, do that again — harder. Fucking mark me, sweetheart, make me yours — and if you try to come anywhere but inside me I'm gonna be fucking pissed.
（ his ankles lock behind sasuke's hips, the message clear: he's not allowed to pull out. ）
C'mon. Wanna try the other side of the breeding kink?
（ as much as he likes the filthy talk of saying he'll knock someone up, it doesn't really turn his crank to imagine it in the same way in reverse — but he thinks that he could be into just about anything if sasuke was, and so his expression is playful and fond as he reaches up to corral sasuke into a kiss. ）
[He obeys, because even in this state it's impossible not to — and when next his mouth descends, teeth make an appearance, digging into the slope of Cy's neck with the intent to draw blood that he can lick away with a soothing, repentant, possessive tongue. It may only be in their minds for this moment, but the sight of bright red bitemarks will last in his memory.
The sense of ankles hooking behind his back only further fuels this need, intensified by Cy's question when it comes. He lets out a breath; he can feel every inch of Cy's body around his cock, and his thrusts slow, luxuriating in a more leisurely roll of hips.]
You are mine. In here, I can do anything I want with you. [Not a threat for how warmly, how tenderly it's spoken — but also a fact. Cy has allowed himself to slip into genjutsu for his sake alone, and that burns through him hotter than any fire. A vow:] I have you completely and I'll never let you go.
You'll have my children. All it takes is coming inside, hm? [He puts his head down into the slope of Cy's throat, marked and claimed, inhaling that familiar scent he's learned to crave on his sheets, his clothes, his body.] And we'll stay here. And you'll always be mine.
[It isn't a fast, frantic chase to the finish — it is a thorough and methodical proclamation of love. The thrusts become deep, purposeful, a drive that would push Cy across the messily made futon if not for the arm around his hips, holding him still and making him take it. And then, when the pressure builds to that fraught height — Sasuke shudders through the peak, biting down again just below the ear, panting hot and heavy as he fills him up.]
（ it's the warmth in sasuke's voice that does it. the way the words seem scraped out of the pit of him, a spill of desperate unspoken sentiment. still not his kink, but the way sasuke says it scorches him just the same. the throb of pain is a curious thing, and he finds himself lifting one hand to touch at those marks in something like wonder. he's been hurt before. he's been taken apart piecemeal. he's been drowned and burnt and shot and he's suffocated in airless places, but there's a difference between injuries that he knows will heal, things he knows he will survive, and something patterned down against his skin so lovingly. it's a novelty, and the newness of it should be terrifying — instead, it's welcomed.
his only experience in realms like these is iantha, and yet despite that direct connotation the scope of sasuke's ability doesn't bother him at all. giving himself over to this boy is both pleasure and wonder.
sasuke fucks into him, and cy just — wraps his arms around him and cradles him close, one hand steady against his nape, fingers tucked into the fall of dark hair. when he comes, trembling, cy holds him through it. ）
Always is an awfully long time, Uchiha. Careful with that word.
（ but he does nuzzle at him contentedly — he hasn't gotten off, but he doesn't feel particularly driven to do so, not when it would mean disturbing the sanctified hush that's fallen over this imagined world, frozen in the memory of a boy who knew only grief where love once lived for so, so long. ）
I'd be happy to choke you on my cock, but can we do it in my room? Not because I don't want to be here anymore — but there's something I want to give you, and I think it'll probably make the whole dick choking thing more fun for you.
[Even with that warning, he wouldn't take it back. Always. It's meant as faithfully as he can mean it — he will bend the fabric of space and time to be with Cy if that's what it takes. He's already decided. This illusion is only evidence that he's right.
Once the pleasant headiness of orgasm has passed, Sasuke lifts his head, and — like that they are released from the clutch of genjutsu, returned to Cy's bed in the small room of a resort suite, reality remaking itself around them. Time has passed, as their Watches will tell them; the tomoe in Sasuke's right eye turns, then fades, red leaching back to dormant black.]
Something you want to give me. Is that why you were waiting for midnight? [They're faced together, naked and sheltered in the warmth of that proximity.] March 14th. I don't see why that date is special. Does it mean something to you?
（ he laughs, and then reaches for sasuke, pulling him astride his hips so that sasuke is above him. some of the ethereality of the illusion is still clinging to him, and for a moment cy imagines he's lit by moonlight here, aglow with the like hues of his skin.
he reaches up and brushes his fingers against the boy's cheek, and then — smiles. ）
So. In Japan, there's two versions of Valentine's Day, kinda. One is on February 14th, and the other one is on March 14th. On Valentine's Day, the custom is that girls give gifts to a boy they like, and on March 14th — White Day — the boys return the favour. Now, that's some stupid gendered bullshit and we don't fuck with that in this house for obvious reasons — but I figured since you cornered the market on V-Day, I might as well take the other one.
（ he reaches for the box that he'd put in sasuke's room and pulls it through the void. it materializes in his hands — simple black lacquer, polished and bright. it's very clearly something he put together by hand. ）
I know you're not really a chocolate guy, so. I hope this makes up for it.
（ the box, when sasuke opens it, contains a collar. it's nested elegantly among rich purple silk, and the buckle has a small d-ring for a lock, which sasuke will also find in the box. the key, however, is absent for now. ）
[Settling in that familiar perch across Cy's hips, he looks down, unsurprised yet disappointed to be met with the smooth, unmarked skin of Cy's throat — but at least its permanency is there in his mind, in his memory.]
I didn't know there was another holiday. [Excuse me, this isn't fair. The tables have been turned on him.] I haven't seen anyone celebrating it around the resort.
[Yet any thoughts on cultural differences of other worlds and countries are swept from his mind upon sight of the gift, a handmade box small enough to fit in Cy's hands. His throat closes around the rise of emotion, having received few enough in his life that this is a significant moment — magnified by the person who has decided he is worth enough for such a demonstration of care. His right hand reaches, prying the box open while Cy keeps it held stable.
Any attempt at composure cracks as soon as he lays eyes on the item itself. Vulnerable surprise shines through, and he simply looks at it for a moment, unable to swallow past the gravity of its meaning. A collar. The statement is clear: Ownership.]
Cy... [His voice is rough, feeling the burn that threatens to herald tears. A hard swallows keeps him from falling apart. The careful, delicate touch of fingers grazes across that band of leather and silk.] Will you put it on me?
（ his focus is attentive on sasuke's face, and when vulnerability cracks his expression open, cy captures his hand to kiss his fingers. ）
That's kinda the point.
（ but it's only teasing — of course he will. he lets the box rest against his stomach as he lifts the collar out, and directs sasuke to ensure his hair is out of the way. gently, it's set against the back of his neck, the soft material will feel cool and warm quickly to the skin — and then he buckles it at the front, checking to ensure it's not too tightly placed with a slip of his fingers between it and sasuke's throat. ）
Some people do a ceremony, but that's too flashy for me. It's just love.
（ he takes the lock out of the box as well, and hangs it on the little ring that will mean it can't be removed. he doesn't click it shut just yet. ）
I've got the key. Planning on wearing it on a necklace. Lock it for me?
[It's just love. There is, then, a wet shine of moisture in eyes — but tears don't fall. And soon his focus is less on the swell of that emotion, its intensity angled under the spotlight of Cy's words, and more on the act of wearing the collar. It slides cool around his throat, snug but not strangling, not at all uncomfortable. He likes that he can feel it when he swallows. He likes that he is wearing it utterly naked, an ornament upon a body no one has ever touched as thoroughly as Cy has.
Eyes fall to the lock, dangling in a flash of silver from the hook, and there is no hesitation in the lift of a hand that snaps it shut.
Then he leans down, crushing a kiss against Cy's mouth that is edged with desperate need he is no longer shy to reveal.]
（ he hooks his finger in the ring, and holds sasuke in place as he kisses back, letting him go only once the boy's mouth is kissed red and swollen. ）
See why I said we should wait before I choke you on my dick?
（ a bit of a cheeky little grin, pleased and adoring. ）
You'll feel it more like this. Every time you try to swallow around me, you'll be reminded that I own you. So — first official act as my claimed submissive — how would you feel about sitting on a dildo for me like this while I face-fuck you breathless?
[Breathlessly spoken after Cy has savaged his mouth with a tongue, the gleam of eyes has changed, dilated now with the compulsion of a lust he does not try to conceal. A claimed submissive. It would have been impossible to predict this future, himself seated in the lap of another man to whom he would swear over his life, his body, everything he is — but nothing has felt more right. His head tilts, exposing the column of his throat and the collar that encircles it in that claiming bond of leather and silk, locked tight.]
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Did you have something in mind?
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Hey.
（ cy reaches up, letting a soft brush of his fingers turn sasuke to look at him more fully. ）
You can say no. （ he no longer says that quite so often with sasuke, which is perhaps the main indication that what he's about to suggest is new to them both, but — ） But if you're up to give it a try here, I want you inside me.
（ sasuke fully controls this world. it's not immediately physical, and there's nothing that can really be done wrong here, in the safety and shelter of their minds. and so too is it an expression of the trust they harbour in all the negative spaces between them, the fact that cy would give himself over to a sexual act in this way. it's not submission — he's detailed the reasons why he would struggle with that — but it is a clarion-clear declaration of love. ）
Might need to make the bed a bit bigger with your magic brain shit, but. You know. Option's there.
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Cy's words have an indelible effect on him, always, but this feels more than that — the gentleness of it, the implication of what Cy means. Affection surges, formed into that ache of love he's come to recognize and acknowledge despite the fear intrinsic to its existence. There is an intensity to the way he looks at Cy — a tilt that leans into the touch, head turned enough that he can graze those fingertips with cool lips.]
I've wanted to try that for a while now. [Leaning forward, he presses his brow in against Cy's own in brief intimacy.] So, yes.
[A gentle withdrawal, up and out of Cy's space as he stands and goes to the wood paneling of the wall where storage is kept hidden. He seeks a bundle of futon bedding and blankets, pulling everything out in a tumble, the effort half-effective with only one arm.]
This might be easier. Help me set it up?
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Do we need lube here? Can I just imagine it really hard?
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[There's amusement on his face, a fond smile bringing color and lightness to someone who shows it so rarely. He lets that hand pull him down into a sprawl on the futon.]
If I chose, I could just... [and with a calculated movement, he rolls on top of Cy,] have you naked and ready to take me in the span of a moment. But it's not what I want. I'd rather undress you, then prepare you myself.
[His tone is low, soft — less seductive than it is basking in the intimacy of this allowance. Not submission, but an act of service, clearing all of the darker shadows from this place of hallowed ground, creating love in what once was a grave. Cy is unbearably handsome to him on the white bedding in a slant of warm summer sunlight; he bends down to steal another kiss, then sits upright and begins divesting Cy of his clothes.]
Reach under your pillow.
[There's a little curve to his lips — like a child that thinks they've done something clever in the playing of a prank — because Cy will uncover a bottle of lubricant.]
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You're such a brat.
（ he lets himself be undressed, though he lets sasuke take point on it. where he could help by lifting his hips or shifting, he does so minimally — enjoying not only being handled, but the act of letting himself be so.
once he is thoroughly naked and not the least bit ashamed or troubled by it, he waggles the bottle of lube enticingly in one hand and then pops the cap off, gesturing for sasuke to come thither so he can pour some into his palm. ）
I've got the relaxation part down pat, as an FYI, so I don't need much prep. Not that I wouldn't enjoy you taking your time to lovingly work me open, but — you know. Much keener on taking your dick as a general rule. （ a playful lift of his eyebrows. ） Well, how do you want me, Uchiha? You're driving this one.
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I'll do some, at least. I want to feel you on my fingers.
[The direct words are meaningful in their intensity — because while this may be happening in a complex mental illusion, there is newness to it, sanctity in the indulgence of such pleasure where before only pain and fear and violence had existed.]
Sit on my lap. It's harder for me to balance when I'm above you. [Once he doesn't need his hand, it'll be easier, but for now he sits back, mismatched eyes watching Cy with undisguised heat.] ... And kiss me.
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playfully: ）
Yessir.
（ it's said with stolen air, cheeky, as he leans back in. sasuke is welcome to finger him all he likes — but cy is going to take that order to heart, biting at his bottom lip, kissing the pale column of his throat, a thousand tiny sparks of connection, each imbued with more love than the last. ）
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With Cy's cheeky comment, he bites back at a lower lip, a reprimand that does no damage but communicates some of that play in physical language.]
I don't hate how that sounds.
[Mostly a jest, as fingers slicked with lubricant drift into the furrow of cheeks, finding Cy's hole — rubbing across the entrance of his body, mimicking a tease of penetration done to him beneath Cy's hand countless times. The breach of index and middle fingers is an easy slide, one and then the other, luxuriating in the stretch of muscle that closes over knuckles. As promised, there's little resistance, but he doesn't shy aware from the indulgence of dragging in and out a few times just to feel the yield of Cy's body.]
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（ he rolls his hips into the penetration, but there's nearly no tension in him that isn't directly related to the fact he's using the flex of his thighs to keep himself tucked in close against sasuke, nuzzling at his temple, holding onto him through the slip of sasuke's fingers. ）
I'm not super big on prostate play — I'm one of those guys that finds it more intense than super pleasurable — so while I'm not saying don't go for it, just don't go ham on it, wouldn't be my thing.
（ he doesn't mind weathering a little overstimulation for sasuke especially, but it's really not the aim for him. he wants sasuke inside of him, wants that closeness and connection more than any amount of physical pleasure alone. ）
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Perhaps he's learning about himself, too.]
All right.
[He spends time fingering Cy less as an act of necessity to loosen him up — given there's little need — and more for the intimacy of it, the newness, enjoying that tight clench around scarred knuckles and imagining how it will feel once he's fully inside. Sex has become so much more to him than the resort seems to proclaim, with Cy. It isn't a fun game, it isn't a trivial pursuit of gratification, and without the circumstances of their situation he would feel no need to sleep with anyone else. He just wants this, for the rest of his life. Beyond time.
Sensitive to Cy's words, he doesn't seek out a prostate and pay it excessive attention, merely explores, and strokes, and lets his fingers slip in a loosely relaxed rhythm for touch more than the hurried chase of lust. Then his hand withdraws, fishing for the lubricant to apply it to his own cock — the motions careful, yet betraying an urgency that comes in quickened breath. His voice is low, adoring, but retains that intense directness as an arm comes to encircle Cy's hips.]
Put it in. I want you to do it yourself.
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so he doesn't try. he just listens, and obeys, reaching down for the slick, hard line of sasuke's cock. he works his hand once down the shaft in a loving caress before he seats the head of it against his hole and eases down, eyes falling closed at the first breach of the thicker head. he knows himself and his body with the weight of millennia behind it — and so taking sasuke in is done smoothly, in one drawn-out spear of motion that leaves them flush against one another. his hips rock into it, aching for just a little more, a little deeper — and when he's satisfied he lets out a breath in a pleased tangle of noise that's not unlike a sound someone might make sinking aching muscles into a hot bath.
his cock twitches in a guttering stir of interest, pressed against sasuke's belly — but for all the arousal suffused in him now, the more important thing is to lean back just enough that he can see sasuke's eyes, red and violet tones in a dizzying swirl, and kiss him again. ）
I love you. （ said again, plain and unadorned. sentiment seems to swell him at the seams — if he could say nothing else aloud for the rest of sasuke's life, let him say that. ） And I'm grateful you brought me here and shared this part of yourself with me. （ he pushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead so he can see his eyes more clearly. then: ） Let me be worthy of your trust until the heat death of the universe, sweetheart.
（ it's plea, and prayer, and promise. sealed with another kiss, and bracketed by another flex of his thighs as he lifts himself just slightly, and settles back down deep. ）
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He can feel Cy's dick as it rubs against his belly, but before he can pursue any kind of friction, those eyes fasten onto his own, fringe of hair swept away to better allow the shared look. And those words. He's undone, vulnerability bared like the break of a wave on rocks, features furrowed with the depth of how that makes him feel.
He chases that kiss like the signature of a letter, final — and then another, and another. That tease of a thrust does nothing but stoke hunger fed by confessional love. With their lips still sealed together, unwilling to part, he uses the strength of one arm to repeat the motion, pulling Cy slightly off his lap only to grind up into him, feeling the shallow roll of tightness from Cy's ass sheathed all the way to the base of his cock.
It's not enough. Unfathomably desperate, he pivots weight forward and delivers Cy backwards onto the futon in a spill, arm kept where it is — using it to set the angle of Cy's hips so they are tilted up off bedding to accept the next thrust, harder and fuller, withdrawing the whole length of his cock and driving it into Cy as deep as it can be taken. He does this again, rhythm and pace set by urgency in the continued kisses, their bodies pressed as close together as he can manage in this position. Vowing words come strung somewhere between the slick separation of lips: I love you and I'll never leave you.]
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cy hooks his legs high on the iliac curves of sasuke's hips into his waist, and braces his right elbow against the futon, palming his right hand against sasuke's left shoulder. it gives him something to lean against, something to balance on, and whatever weight the boy gives over to him is cradled easily there. this illusory world is narrowed to the point of an awareness of flexing muscles and salt-sweat skin, the desperate wet sounds of every inward thrust and the taste of sasuke's tongue in those moments where they're aligned enough to steal kisses.
his left hand alternates: gentled touch in sasuke's hair, then gripping hard when sasuke bottoms out against him in a slap of skin. cy can't quite bite him like this, so instead he leaves other marks like calling cards, nails raked hard against the boy's back, over the furrow of old scars, the textured landscape of a body honed to war. the fact they're in an illusion means he's not terribly driven to discuss it — whatever pain sasuke feels will be what he wants to feel from it, and if that means the speckled, abraded drag of nails is more or less intense than the reality would be, well — they can sift that out of this experience afterwards.
another drive of sasuke's hips drives them just a little further up the futon. precome weeps at the head of his cock, pooling in a slick smear against the dip of his navel, but by no means does that stop him from a playful murmur: ）
You're doing great, sweetheart. Fuck — you feel so good.
[crazy intensifies]
And the integrity of the illusion, though flawlessly woven, responds to this mental state — the golden light in the window, brilliantly colored, spills into a pool of milky moonlight with a sudden shift in perception. He thinks Cy looks just as beautiful laid out under the pale cut of the moon, sculpted in a perfect cast deeper than flesh suggests from the making of the mind beneath it. He wants to look at him with these eyes forever. He wants to see him under a hundred different lights on a thousand different days. The room doesn't change, but it feels like the world around it does, a narrowing down to this space away from everything else, all of his grief, all thought of dead clansmen and loss — just love.
His mouth falls onto whatever it can reach of Cy when they aren't kissing, and in the genjutsu he's able to leave a cluster of red bruises, sucked to the surface in a flowering bloom of worship and possessiveness. They won't be there when they leave the illusion, but it satisfies a part of him now.]
Cy, [is the ragged exhalation, eventually.] I'm close. I'm going to come — can I do it inside? [The drag of his dick is hard and deep, rarely pulling all the way free of that tight clench of muscle, arm around Cy's hips adjusting so his hand can cradle a palmful of Cy's ass. Panted breath fans the skin still wet from his mouth.] Then... I want your cock in my throat. I want it to choke me.
it's okay they're both weird tbh
the bruises choke a sound of surprise out of him, and as soon as he realizes the ache doesn't abate with his healing — ）
Ah, fuck, do that again — harder. Fucking mark me, sweetheart, make me yours — and if you try to come anywhere but inside me I'm gonna be fucking pissed.
（ his ankles lock behind sasuke's hips, the message clear: he's not allowed to pull out. ）
C'mon. Wanna try the other side of the breeding kink?
（ as much as he likes the filthy talk of saying he'll knock someone up, it doesn't really turn his crank to imagine it in the same way in reverse — but he thinks that he could be into just about anything if sasuke was, and so his expression is playful and fond as he reaches up to corral sasuke into a kiss. ）
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The sense of ankles hooking behind his back only further fuels this need, intensified by Cy's question when it comes. He lets out a breath; he can feel every inch of Cy's body around his cock, and his thrusts slow, luxuriating in a more leisurely roll of hips.]
You are mine. In here, I can do anything I want with you. [Not a threat for how warmly, how tenderly it's spoken — but also a fact. Cy has allowed himself to slip into genjutsu for his sake alone, and that burns through him hotter than any fire. A vow:] I have you completely and I'll never let you go.
You'll have my children. All it takes is coming inside, hm? [He puts his head down into the slope of Cy's throat, marked and claimed, inhaling that familiar scent he's learned to crave on his sheets, his clothes, his body.] And we'll stay here. And you'll always be mine.
[It isn't a fast, frantic chase to the finish — it is a thorough and methodical proclamation of love. The thrusts become deep, purposeful, a drive that would push Cy across the messily made futon if not for the arm around his hips, holding him still and making him take it. And then, when the pressure builds to that fraught height — Sasuke shudders through the peak, biting down again just below the ear, panting hot and heavy as he fills him up.]
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his only experience in realms like these is iantha, and yet despite that direct connotation the scope of sasuke's ability doesn't bother him at all. giving himself over to this boy is both pleasure and wonder.
sasuke fucks into him, and cy just — wraps his arms around him and cradles him close, one hand steady against his nape, fingers tucked into the fall of dark hair. when he comes, trembling, cy holds him through it. ）
Always is an awfully long time, Uchiha. Careful with that word.
（ but he does nuzzle at him contentedly — he hasn't gotten off, but he doesn't feel particularly driven to do so, not when it would mean disturbing the sanctified hush that's fallen over this imagined world, frozen in the memory of a boy who knew only grief where love once lived for so, so long. ）
I'd be happy to choke you on my cock, but can we do it in my room? Not because I don't want to be here anymore — but there's something I want to give you, and I think it'll probably make the whole dick choking thing more fun for you.
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Once the pleasant headiness of orgasm has passed, Sasuke lifts his head, and — like that they are released from the clutch of genjutsu, returned to Cy's bed in the small room of a resort suite, reality remaking itself around them. Time has passed, as their Watches will tell them; the tomoe in Sasuke's right eye turns, then fades, red leaching back to dormant black.]
Something you want to give me. Is that why you were waiting for midnight? [They're faced together, naked and sheltered in the warmth of that proximity.] March 14th. I don't see why that date is special. Does it mean something to you?
[Fine, dick sucking is tabled... for now.]
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he reaches up and brushes his fingers against the boy's cheek, and then — smiles. ）
So. In Japan, there's two versions of Valentine's Day, kinda. One is on February 14th, and the other one is on March 14th. On Valentine's Day, the custom is that girls give gifts to a boy they like, and on March 14th — White Day — the boys return the favour. Now, that's some stupid gendered bullshit and we don't fuck with that in this house for obvious reasons — but I figured since you cornered the market on V-Day, I might as well take the other one.
（ he reaches for the box that he'd put in sasuke's room and pulls it through the void. it materializes in his hands — simple black lacquer, polished and bright. it's very clearly something he put together by hand. ）
I know you're not really a chocolate guy, so. I hope this makes up for it.
（ the box, when sasuke opens it, contains a collar. it's nested elegantly among rich purple silk, and the buckle has a small d-ring for a lock, which sasuke will also find in the box. the key, however, is absent for now. ）
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I didn't know there was another holiday. [Excuse me, this isn't fair. The tables have been turned on him.] I haven't seen anyone celebrating it around the resort.
[Yet any thoughts on cultural differences of other worlds and countries are swept from his mind upon sight of the gift, a handmade box small enough to fit in Cy's hands. His throat closes around the rise of emotion, having received few enough in his life that this is a significant moment — magnified by the person who has decided he is worth enough for such a demonstration of care. His right hand reaches, prying the box open while Cy keeps it held stable.
Any attempt at composure cracks as soon as he lays eyes on the item itself. Vulnerable surprise shines through, and he simply looks at it for a moment, unable to swallow past the gravity of its meaning. A collar. The statement is clear: Ownership.]
Cy... [His voice is rough, feeling the burn that threatens to herald tears. A hard swallows keeps him from falling apart. The careful, delicate touch of fingers grazes across that band of leather and silk.] Will you put it on me?
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That's kinda the point.
（ but it's only teasing — of course he will. he lets the box rest against his stomach as he lifts the collar out, and directs sasuke to ensure his hair is out of the way. gently, it's set against the back of his neck, the soft material will feel cool and warm quickly to the skin — and then he buckles it at the front, checking to ensure it's not too tightly placed with a slip of his fingers between it and sasuke's throat. ）
Some people do a ceremony, but that's too flashy for me. It's just love.
（ he takes the lock out of the box as well, and hangs it on the little ring that will mean it can't be removed. he doesn't click it shut just yet. ）
I've got the key. Planning on wearing it on a necklace. Lock it for me?
（ always, always — a choice. ）
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Eyes fall to the lock, dangling in a flash of silver from the hook, and there is no hesitation in the lift of a hand that snaps it shut.
Then he leans down, crushing a kiss against Cy's mouth that is edged with desperate need he is no longer shy to reveal.]
I'm yours, then.
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See why I said we should wait before I choke you on my dick?
（ a bit of a cheeky little grin, pleased and adoring. ）
You'll feel it more like this. Every time you try to swallow around me, you'll be reminded that I own you. So — first official act as my claimed submissive — how would you feel about sitting on a dildo for me like this while I face-fuck you breathless?
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[Breathlessly spoken after Cy has savaged his mouth with a tongue, the gleam of eyes has changed, dilated now with the compulsion of a lust he does not try to conceal. A claimed submissive. It would have been impossible to predict this future, himself seated in the lap of another man to whom he would swear over his life, his body, everything he is — but nothing has felt more right. His head tilts, exposing the column of his throat and the collar that encircles it in that claiming bond of leather and silk, locked tight.]
I want it, sir.
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(fade to marathon sex + collars + probably sasuke crying again)