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[He can slip under that airlessness, let it swallow him whole until the space of his mind is a dazed and floating blankness — Cy's grip at the back of his head finding no resistance as he's held down until the squeeze of his throat is a desperate, gagging channel. And when blackness threatens, he fights to withdraw and Cy lets him, sliding off his cock in a gasp of strangled breath, mouth open, strings of saliva glistening at his lips. He could do it again and again like this, listening to Cy speak until he can feel his own heart beating on his tongue and his ears are full of cotton.

When he responds, his voice is a rough scrape.]

No, sensei. [Dragging his wet mouth across the tender slit at the crown, lapping at it.] You're the only one. The rest are too easy. They're a joke.

[Down again, a messy slide into his throat. And he'll let Cy use him forever like this, unresisting to the roll of hips that make him take it a little deeper, a little further, managing the low vibration of a moan around the stretch.]

（ there's a bit of a tut sound, and then: ）

Then later, we'll have to see what else you've picked up, huh?

（ he releases the back of sasuke's head, leaning more fully back against the wall, shoulders braced flat. there's a moment spent gauging his own state and sasuke's, and when he's satisfied at the outcome vector — ）

Look at me, doing all your work for you. Not very teacherly of me. Choke yourself on my cock. I don't want to see you come up for air again until I come down your throat.

[The command and authority in Cy's words are an aphrodisiac — he nods, hazy and wet-eyed with arousal, obedience so easy to slip into that once it might have frightened him but now he surrenders easily, unquestioningly. This is where he wants to be.

After another gasp of precious air, Sasuke slips his mouth over the tip and slides back down, needing no hand on his head to stay the course or hold him in place. He'd keep himself here, breathless and choking on Cy's cock, until consciousness spiraled out beneath his feet — as evidenced by the way his right hand squirms, digging nails down into the seat's upholstery for the reflexive resistance of his body that he wars against. He has enough discipline to make it happen. He will stay here, stars on the backs of eyelids, until he feels that telling twitch of Cy's dick against his tongue and the flood of come fills his mouth, and he'll swallow it down like a man made desperate by thirst.]

（ the physical sensation is not what undoes him, in the end. with very few exceptions, a mouth's a mouth. variances in skill do matter, of course, but they're not the be-all, end-all of dicksucking. he'd appreciate an enthusiastic beginner over a reluctant veteran any day.

but it's sasuke's obedience, the beauty in his discipline, the demonstration of devotion that ultimately does him in. he feels the hooks of orgasm sink in low, heat a stir in his belly, and the sound in the room is just the messy, wet sounds of sasuke's mouth and his own breathing as it harshens. muscles flex and contract, his shins tighten against sasuke's sides. ）

Almost.

（ it's the only warning sasuke's gonna get, and when he comes it's with a shiver that alights across his shoulders as he bends forward over sasuke's head. as if by bowing in something like obeisance, he can crowd in close and envelop him entirely, protective and cradled warm. ）

[He swallows all of it, every last drop, sucking at Cy's length even as it begins to soften on his tongue, unable to stifle the low, little sounds of pleasure in his throat when he's covered and cradled this way. It is its own show of love — perhaps that's the reason he enjoys it so much. That he might get on his knees and bring Cy pleasure in demonstration of how Cy makes him feel every minute of every day.

At the end of it he eases back, breathless and panting, blearily nosing up for a kiss as if seeking some signal the he did well.]

Cy.

（ he isn't kept waiting. cy grits his teeth against the little aftershocks that nip at the heels of little death, and then reaches for sasuke by whatever means possible, pulling him upwards through the bracket of his knees back to his lap so he can steal a kiss, licking the taste of himself from sasuke's mouth with an irrepressible hunger. ）

Good job, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you. Definitely perfect score material.

（ he drops his attention to sasuke's throat, and drags his teeth there against the skin, pulling his head back by one fist in his hair. ）

Full marks. But if you want some bonus points... you should tell me how to get you off, next.

[Legs wrap themselves familiarly around Cy's waist, settling into his lap like it is the place where he belongs, arm a loop around broad shoulders. The kiss soothes him, licking hungrily into it and sharing that taste between them. Praise makes him even warmer, and he squirms with the awareness of that heavy ache between his own thighs, craving release. Just the act of sucking Cy's cock has left him painfully hard.]

I don't care, anything. [A flicker of rougher breath.] Talk to me. Touch me.

[His right hand finds one of Cy's own and draws it down, under the waist of his own pants, against the hot line of his cock through underwear where a steady leak of precome has left a damp, sticky spot.]

（ there's a light little hum of consideration, and then he rubs at sasuke's cock through his underwear, thumbing at where the fabric's wet with precome. ）

I want to take you to that world I mentioned. With the northern lights. （ he mouths at sasuke's jaw as he speaks, his voice pitched low and sonorous. ） I want to lay you down beneath a ribbon of colour so bright I can see it reflected in your beautiful eyes.

（ he closes his hand over sasuke's cock, squeezing it through thin cotton, and then lifts his hand free of sasuke's pants. instead, both palms settle at his thighs — unspoken instruction that sasuke's to get off without any help beyond the words he speaks to naked air. ）

I want to make love to you outside time itself. I want every part of you. I want to fill you. I want to use every hole you have until you're beyond tears, beyond exhaustion, beyond pain, until you only exist as an extension of my body.

（ it might sound obscene, or like a threat — but cy says it so lovingly, pressing kisses against sasuke's throat. ）

I want you pregnant. （ one hand skims up, flattens out across sasuke's belly, and then curves around his flank, fingers digging in at the skin. ） I want to see the way your body changes day to day. I want to hold you when it's hard, and fuck you when it's fun, and worship you in every language I know, with every prayer I've ever heard.

（ another kiss, against his collarbone, down to one nipple at which he gently bites. ）

I want to taste the milk of your body. I want to watch you seat yourself on my cock when you're heavy with our child and ride me until I'm the one begging for mercy.

（ he captures sasuke's hand, and lifts it up between them so he can kiss at his palm. ）

We'll have all that, one day. But for now, t'che verai, I want you to close your eyes, imagine all that, and come for me.

[He loses himself in the warm, sonorous drawl of Cy's voice — eyes slip closed, body slanted forward against those first caresses, craning toward the lips at the curve of his jaw. A moan of want builds in his chest, hips bucked up under that hand until it's suddenly gone and he is held in place by the open spread of Cy's palms over thighs.

The insinuation is clear, and his dick aches for the thought. He thinks even without the influence of his suit it would be possible to come from Cy uttering filth and love in his ear — filling his whole head like hot air. Yet it certainly helps that he is keyed to arousal, that he is deliriously strung along to this man's presence, that he's just finished taking Cy's cock in his throat. Every piece is there to intensify the moment; the imagination of that fantasy Cy weaves only settles it in stone.

He can think of no other greater purpose, then, for the course of his life to this point than to be heavy with Cy's child. Under those colorful ribbons of light, full and swollen and wholly owned by that act of love between them — Cy's hand on his belly, Cy's teeth at the peak of one nipple. Thoughtlessly Sasuke rolls his hips down into the man's lap as if he is partaking in that moment already, sliding his cunt down onto Cy's cock with the vengeance of his need.

Another sound falls out of his throat, desperately gasping — that blistered edge of orgasm hooked in his belly and pulling him through the sensation of release, spilling hot and wet and sudden, soaking the fabric of his underwear.]

（ there's a soft breath of laughter, warm and appreciative, and cy just wraps his arms around him, tugging sasuke in against his shoulder for a moment's peace. ）

Fuck me, I love doing that. Working you to the edge and over it just talking to you.

（ guilty pleasure, oop.

after a few shivering moments, he eases back enough to kiss the bridge of sasuke's nose. ）

How're we feelin'?

[He breathes against Cy, shivering through the warm, residual tide of orgasm.]

You're good at it. [Cy was his first real experience with any man, so perhaps there is some influence there — but truly, it's just Cy's voice, his words. They have a powerful effect.] I'm fine.

[Another slow inhale, relaxing in those familiar arms.]

... Better, actually. My head feels clearer. [He turns, trying to look over his shoulder —] The suit. It's pale again.

（ his attention shifts, dark eyes alighting on the brand, lifting a hand to trace the pale outline of a well-known shape. there's a considering tilt of his head, and his hand levers against sasuke's chest, pressed firm over his heart. ）

I'm all for getting out of here, but you wanna do one more thing first? Leaning into the humiliation kink for me.

[Ah. It's impossible to deny the interest bright on Sasuke's face, attention rapt on the man.]

What did you have in mind?

（ one hand is still braced neatly on sasuke's thigh — he lets his palm skirt upwards, thumb dipping in against the wet, blooming stain, evidence of satiated pleasure. sasuke's pants are dark enough it's barely noticeable, but — ）

I've been wanting to read Suheraha's Awakening. Get it for me? It's in the BDSM section, right across from where we're sitting.

（ his tone makes plain that it's an entreaty rather than an order. but ultimately — sasuke likes to push himself, and cy likes to watch him do it. ）

[The implication needs little more. Cy's touch is warm up his thigh, thumb a taunting stroke across the wet patch of his clothes — it feels juvenile to have come like this, but Cy doesn't make him ashamed of it.

Still, he worries his lower lip. Self-awareness is more keen in the fallout of arousal and receding suit effects.]

And we'll leave after? [He doesn't not want to do it. He wants to push himself, wants to prove to Cy that he can be good.] Move the door out of the way first.

Right after.

( it's soft, fond assurance given as sasuke weighs the options, and at the comment about the door he huffs, presses a kiss along the bridge of his nose and urges him up to stand so he can do just that. the door is pulled from its wedged position and set neatly aside, and cy sketches an elaborate bow in the air. )

Go on, sweet boy. Let's see what you've got.

[Standing, Cy's over-the-top bow is enough to coax a faint smile to his lips — those soft words taking him the rest of the way to courage. He knows no one will be able to tell just from looking at him, but leaving the warmth and security of Cy's side to walk into public is another matter, and his first step makes that known. His pants are uncomfortably damp, a sticky mess that chafes between his legs on the entire path across the room.

There are people around him, scattered throughout the library on business either concerning the Clubs game or each other. No one looks his way, but it feels like their eyes trail him, it feels like he's still seen, the act of what he'd done known. Yet only one gaze matters — Cy's attention presses at his back like a brand as he surveys the shelves, hunting for the specified title. It takes time while his mind is stumbling over the humiliation of standing like this in the open, in his soiled underwear, but finally he sees Suheraha's Awakening tucked beside other BDSM-themed "kink journey" novels, and he turns to retreat.

The book brought directly to Cy's hands. His head hangs low, face burning hot, but — a chin soon tilts up in hope of approval.]

（ and that approval is given so freely, with such love. cy trails his fingers along the edges of sasuke's jaw, and there's a murmur of praise — good boy, i'm so proud of you, thank you for pushing yourself for me before he kisses him with a sort of aching gentleness.

true to his word, he doesn't make sasuke wait any longer. he drops him in their shared room, pops back so he can return the door from where it was (rightfully) stolen, and when he joins sasuke again it's to lapse into their shared ritual of cleaning and care. they eat afterwards, and then collapse into a nap that only just avoids getting frisky by virtue of both of them really wanting sleep more than sex — but cy does wrap around him in a protective parenetical coil, cock tucked between sasuke's thighs in the world's most languid suggestion of intercrural.

but they do sleep, and when sasuke starts to stir it's in the small hours of the morning and his mouth feels like an ashtray and so he reaches groggily for a water bottle at the bedside with a contented little gust of exhalation. ）

Get some good rest, beloved?

（ this is said as he offers the waterbottle out for sasuke to take, brushing his hair back from his face as he does it. ）

[Sleep slips away from him slowly, a veil pulled back from his eyes to reveal the dimly lit room, the shadow on the wall, the messy tangle of sheets over intertwined limbs. He feels Cy move more than he sees it — a slight shift on the mattress stirring him further awake, pressing a yawn down against the curve of Cy's throat.

It is always in these early moments, first waking, that he remembers how he used to be alone. That reality feels so far away now. He won't forget it, but here, he can suspend himself only in this moment — in the comfort of a warm body wrapped around him, the easily traded affection, the slow rise and fall of Cy's chest, the scratchy sound of his voice when he speaks, calls him beloved. He cannot imagine ever giving this up. The way Cy looks at him with those dark eyes is arresting, and he lifts his chin for Cy to tip the bottle to his mouth rather than take it himself. The love in him glows like a hot coal.

A few drops escape, speckling Cy's shoulder. He leans down and licks them away, then hooks his leg higher up where it lays over Cy's thighs with renewed awareness of their nudity, cock dragging half-hard against the man's hip.]

Yes. [Playfully, he bites gently at the patch of skin he's just licked clean.] Good morning.

Mornin'.

（ one hand swans downward automatically, trailing along the muscular line of sasuke's thigh to his knee so he can hitch him closer with an inward tug. ）

I love this, you know. Waking up with you.

（ he presses a kiss against sasuke's hair, still mussed where he'd forgotten to take the elastic out but the tuft of hair it had captured much reduced by the normal movements of sleep. as he works it out carefully with his other hand: ）

I'll never stop being grateful for what you give me.

[Enjoy his hair being a mess of flyaways. Receptive to those gentle fingers, however, Sasuke only sighs in relaxation — his own voice emerges, low and sleepy.]

I don't know if I'll ever be used to hearing you say those things. [It isn't a complaint, if the way he squirrels into their embrace suggests anything.] But that's fine. I don't want to take it for granted.

[It can surprise him, every time.]

I've slept alone my entire life. [With his knee held, Sasuke rolls himself on top of the man without sitting up — a sprawl of bodies aligned from head to toe, nuzzling the sparse hair on Cy's chest with his cheek.] So, I'm grateful as well.

( there's a warm, sunny laugh, low with the last vestiges of sleep. )

Look at us being all sappy first thing in the morning, huh?

( he's not at sasuke's level of youthful exhuberance popping a semi with the first drawn breath of wakefulness, but the proximity and the sweetness of intimacy are doing it for him. his hips flex up in a lazy little nudge, and he wraps both arms around sasuke just for the sake of holding him. )

Wanna go out for breakfast?

[There's a thoughtful hum, felt in vibration between where their bodies press together, and he deliberately shifts his weight to align their hips in that lazy, indulgent rub.]

I want to eat you for breakfast.

[Bad flirting in the early AM.]

（ that gets a pleased little snort of sound from him before he kisses at the side of sasuke's head. gently, ）

Oh yeah? How do you want me?

You're going to make me decide?

[He turns his head, laying his cheek against Cy's chest]

Hm. I want to ride you. [Nothing complicated, but that sleepy hunger is in his gaze — the desire to get Cy hard and just... sink over his cock, without waiting.] It'll help wake you up.

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cw: kink grab bag. pregnancy?? lactation?? idk man, he went the usual places

why are they like this

i have no idea how it happened but here we are

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(timeskip)

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