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[hallowing]

（ his fingers rake up into sasuke's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp just for the enduring stimulation. ）

I'm supremely miss-able, it's true.

（ he turns his head, stubble scraping against sasuke's bare chest so he can lay a kiss over his sternum. ）

Sorry I couldn't find you sooner.

[chokuto]

It wasn't your fault.

[The fact that Cy had looked for him at all, and with such seeming effort, is more than he could ask. Sasuke tilts his head into the touch. It's impossible to resist that siren's call of proximity while they're lying together like this — the leg he's hooked over Cy hikes higher, pressing the full length of their bodies together in a needy rub for contact.]

Cy. [The quality of his voice changes, a little more breathy.] The suit.

[As if that excuse is necessary for the swing into horniness when he's this close to Cy.]

[hallowing]

Mm.

（ his hand stills, gently feathering sasuke's hair into some semblance of being kempt. ）

We're kinda half in public. Are you okay with that, or do you need me to take your mind off it? I can straight up start talking about quadratic equations, right here, right now.

[chokuto]

I don't know if that would actually help. You'd still be talking.

[Do you realize how down bad he is.]

As long as no one can see us...

[hallowing]

（ that gets a laugh, low with rust as his breath is exhaled against sasuke's chest, and then he straightens up. ）

Okay, okay. Gimme a sec, I'll be right back.

（ don't mind him, he's just going to. teleport out? to only god knows where, actually, but when he returns a few minutes later it's with a... door? yes, he absolutely just ripped a door off of... somewhere down in the labyrinth, like a completely normal person, that's fine. consequences? water those???

the door gets wedged across the opening to the alcove — it wouldn't prevent actual entry unless he felt like causing actual architectural damage, but it would be a heavy deterrent to someone looking for a spot to have a tryst of their own. he dusts his hands off like he has, in point of fact, just solved world hunger and gives his handiwork an enterprising nod. ）

Ha.

（ #can'tbetamed. ）

[chokuto]

[Left alone by Cy's sudden disappearance, he sits upright calmly — he may be confused on what Cy could possibly be doing, but he's too accustomed to the man's weird shenanigans to be that surprised when it happens.

Except, no. Cy still manages to completely surprise him.]

Whose door is that?

[hallowing]

Ours.

（ he makes a little gesture with his hands, 'tadah'. jazz hands all inclusive, because this man is a fucking clown. ）

For now, anyway.

[chokuto]

[... 🤦‍♂️]

Will you put it back where you found it once we're finished?

[hallowing]

Depends on how distracting our fuckin' is.

（ he makes a playful little leer at sasuke as he drops back down onto the bench and pats his lap. ）

Now, c'mere, you gorgeous man.

[chokuto]

[Horniness wins out against absurdity or embarrassment, and he crawls into Cy's lap, swinging his leg over to take up familiar residence there. His right hand finds Cy's shoulder for balance, until it loops into the full length of his arm to feel the movement of muscle underneath the fabric of Cy's shirt.]

It hasn't all been difficult. I've thought about you as constantly as I did that first month... In dreams, and in my thoughts.

[He doesn't mind being tormented if the content of that torment is Cy.]

[hallowing]

Am I as devastatingly handsome and charming there as I am wrapped up in your arms?

（ there's a playful lift of his brows, and he leans in to press a kiss against sasuke's collarbone, biting at him with an exaggerated sound of simulated gnawing. his hands fall to sasuke's hips, and his palms press down, fingers tightening just shy of a bruise. ）

Any special requests, sweetheart?

[chokuto]

No. Not even my imagination compares.

[Who taught him to be so sappy?

There's a huff of near-laughter at the playful gnawing — with similar exaggeration, he cranes to escape in mock-struggle, even if it does no more than squirm his weight in Cy's lap to feel the tight squeeze of those fingers.]

Hm. Do you remember when we spoke about chakra? I've been wondering if it is possible to draw on your energy and replenish my own reserves. [His head tilts, like a cat picking up a curious sound.] Usually I would do that through physical contact. Would you want to try?

[hallowing]

（ look he loves!! the sap!! he's basically a maple syrup farm in the wilds near sucrerie de la montagne. he makes a thoughtful hm of sound, and then: ）

Sure. But if your next suggestion is sucking my dick, I am going to lampshade that that's gotta be the funniest way you've asked me that question, to date.

[chokuto]

So? Should I not ask?

[Fine, he'll spike the sap back with prickliness.]

The suit's draining my chakra. Not significantly, but I noticed.

[hallowing]

Oh, no. Please do ask. I think it's cute when you look up at me with those pretty eyes and beg me for what you want.

（ there's a loving little nuzzle at his cheek — accepting that prickliness for what it is and soothing it with the nearness and intimacy of physical contact. ）

Take as much as you need. I'm kinda an unlimited supply.

[chokuto]

I'm not begging.

[Yet. He would, if Cy asked him to — he'd do anything if Cy wanted him to do it. The nuzzle soothes, and he returns the gesture without hesitation, seeking more of that intimacy.]

I don't know if it will work, but... it seems possible. Will it hurt you?

[hallowing]

（ complicated question. cy gives him a considering look, settling back against the cushions, his expression just a little far away. ）

Hard to say. I don't think it would hurt in the sense that I'd want or need you to stop — I don't mind putting up with some discomfort if it benefits you, and I'm not exaggerating when I say there's an unfathomable amount of shit on tap here. Pillars of the world, right?

（ a bit of an absent-minded shrug. ）

Let's try it. I won't let you hurt me in a way that would wound you, okay?

[chokuto]

Should we attempt it in a more normal way first, then? I can put my hand on you.

[Yes, he wants Cy's dick in his mouth about eighty percent of the time, but —]

I know that you would put with the discomfort, but... it seems wrong, for sex, if you aren't enjoying it.

[hallowing]

（ he seeks out sasuke's hand and brings it up between them, kisses his palm gently. ）

That's a good boundary to have, and I think it's good to be aware of things like that with a partner.

（ it's a limit that, for sasuke, he knows full well is hard won. how easily sasuke could have slipped in the other direction. so his tone is soft, fond praise, proud and warm. ）

We've talked about masochism and sadism and all that — you know that former's not my thing, but I wanna make something clear to you — I'd do anything for you. That's a choice I'd make. And it's okay if you don't want to push that, either — this is give and take — but there are certain thresholds of discomfort that most people are willing to endure for someone they love, not because they feel it's owed, not because they fear losing that person if they don't, but because it can — in moderation — be another avenue to demonstrate love. You go see a movie you know you won't like, because your boyfriend will, you know? And even if it did or does hurt — I don't think it would, for the record — seeing you on your knees for me would still make it worth it, because I'd enjoy doing that for you, even if the sensation ends up being not to my taste.

（ but he does, obligingly, tuck sasuke's hand beneath the fabric of his shirt, and presses his palm down overtop the back of the boy's hand to flatten it out against his chest. ）

But thank you for being considerate of me. Let's try this way and then decide?

[chokuto]

[He knows his own emotionality in the moment is a likely product of the past few days wearing down on him — and he knows Cy would not blame him for his own sensitivity. Yet it feels overwhelming, dropping his head forward to rest their foreheads together in a brief press, conscious of the threat of tears coaxed once more at those words.

No one has ever communicated affection and love so openly with him, before Cy. It stills his breath every time. It leaves him carved raw and open, aching, desperate to preserve the sentiment forever. Never to lose it.]

I feel the same. [I'd do anything for you.] ... All right.

[His right palm lays itself over Cy's chest, first ghosting where he can feel the stronger thud of a heart beneath layers of bone and muscle — then settling, finally, in the dip of a sternum. With the aid of Rinnegan, he can locate that deep well of energy within Cy's body, sheltered somewhere at the core as opposed to a network of chakra pathways, and as Cy promised him it is immense. The first pull is tentative. There's a flickering of sensation where his hand sits beneath Cy's shirt — cold, malevolent, an oily seep of corrupt energy like vapor against his skin. Yet it is also powerful and seemingly limitless, because Sasuke struggles to keep the channeled drain small and narrow, a trickle compared to a flood.]

cw: suicidality

[hallowing]

（ he's felt a drain on his energy before. in severmeretha, where being one of only two divine aspects left in the material universe means that it's bled out of him by degrees. in abbrenon, when they caught him off guard with the wards. so while he is not strictly speaking braced for the sensation the way one holds fast for a blow, he has still experienced a a variety of ways it might feel, and is prepared. there is a shiver of something like panic, that animal awareness that recognizes danger innate to a threat. auhle was helpless once, and to have killed him would be kinder. cy has himself been under the power of others — but helplessness is a skin long sloughed away.

he can tell immediately that this ability of sasuke's is a weapon. it feels a little like a metaphoric knife at his throat, but he bares it just the same. when the drain becomes a scouring roar, he covers sasuke's hand with his own and lifts his right to gently cup at his face, shifting upwards to kiss him. ）

It's okay.

（ a soft murmur in chiskikani, tao cie. transliterated, it might mean more bright day. ）

Just stay with me.

[chokuto]

[The current goes through him, fast-running, a dark and cold pull of power — he can feel the moment Cy's other hand cups his chin, drawing their lips together in a kiss that steadies and stabilizes the rush. Those words, too, split the film of disorienting energy and anchor him back in place, aware that he's let it pool so quickly that he's a little breathless from the potency. It doesn't feel like he needs much of Cy's power to replenish his own reserve of chakra, not to the extent he might need to drain from another shinobi. A ratio of greater proportion — not the one-to-one he had anticipated.

It's... intoxicating. It shouldn't be, and he has enough discipline to keep himself from being carried away, but in the end Sasuke pulls his hand off in an abrupt severance of that connection. The hand crackles with bright-blue, electric chakra — staticky arcs bridge fingertips, light jumping in the dim alcove where they've tucked themselves. Finally it cools and dissipates.]

Sorry. [He sounds dazed to his own ears.] I wasn't prepared for how it different it would feel with you. Was that too much?

[hallowing]

Shh.

（ sasuke's tendency to reach for apology when none is due at all is heartbreaking, actually — cy cages their fingers together, and then lifts it to kiss the backs of his knuckles. ）

Nah. Tickled.

[chokuto]

[His hand is loose in Cy's grasp, electricity lingering in a slight scent of smoke on fingers when kissed. They twitch against those lips, turning over so he can smooth the callused pads across the man's jaw.]

You were right. I only took a small amount of your energy, but it felt like it would continue forever.

[hallowing]

（ that earns a bit of a laugh, and he rubs into sasuke's touch like a cat. ）

It has to. Keeping KV in check takes a lot.