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（ there's a breathy laugh at that plea, huffed out as sasuke seats himself on the plug — the reward for his frankly fucking flawless behaviour is that cy slides his hand away from its base and drags them against the slick folds of his cunt, circling the clit with insistent attention and a warm glut of praise murmured against his sternum between kittenish licks at his nipples as sasuke leans forward.

with a groan — ）

Gimme a minute, I can't magically clean anal cooties off my dick.

（ well, he could, but sasuke probably wouldn't like the method involved, so — mindful of that, he swaps hands at the boy's cunt and starts rummaging around messily in the box of cleaning supplies until he comes up with the wet wipes.

dear reader: turns out it's hard to focus on multiple streams of intense physical sensation all at the same time, even when you've got a divine pedigree and thousands of years of lived experience to back it all up. he's got one hand pinned beneath sasuke, fingers petting upwards into the warm channel of his presently-female anatomy — the other occupied trying to clean his cock, but the real distraction is the fact that he really just wants to slip said cock between sasuke's tits and let the leak of milk ease the friction.

but — sasuke asked so sweetly, and he's never been very good at turning him down, so once he's gotten his dick about as clean as it's gonna get, cy flexes his fingers inside the boy to manoeuvre him closer, fingers hooked more to the front of his body.

he could pull them out, but sasuke's such a fucking size queen and wet enough besides that he thinks he can stand a bit of additional girth, so he just steadies his newly-clean cock with his newly-clean hand, nudges the head of it up against his knuckles where they're buried in sasuke's body, and then in alongside them in a slow, torturous push. he can feel where the plug narrows the canal where it's pushed hard into his body, but he knows he can get past it — that sasuke's body will relax into the sensation and take him without instruction. he's so fucking eager to please, it's a foregone conclusion now that he'd take anything cy gave him or die trying. ）

You're so perfect, t'che verai.

（ the statement is punctuated by another lap at one nipple, the closing of his mouth over it and a loud, messy suck in the still air that paints his tongue in that sweet nectar. it's held there like ambrosia after he peels back, seeking sasuke's lips to kiss him, to force him to taste himself. ）

[In the unfocused haze of his lust, he'll forgive Cy using another set of words that should be banned from language everywhere, too concerned with the placement of those hands to chastise the man for it. The one that has slid a pair of fingers up into his cunt is the most distracting — he manages a messy, stilted rock of hips down, feeling Cy's hard knuckles grind against the soft opening of his body. He aches to chase friction at his clit where it is most tender and sensitive, but for now this is enough, gaze hungrily following the progress of Cy's multi-tasking in anticipation of what is promised next.

At the last minute he realizes what Cy is going to do, which makes a shiver of pleasure work through his body all the way down to tightly curled toes. Of course he swallows in steady breaths to try and relax before that intrusion — but it's still a challenge, taking the slide of Cy's cock into that tight channel alongside the breadth of fingers. The stretch forces all of the air out of his chest. He gasps, voice broken over a half-formed sob during that drive in, feeling the plug in his ass shift to try and accommodate the lack of space.

Everything is so much, then. He can't think at all. His breasts ache, wet and leaking milk from flushed, bitten nipples as if Cy has broken the seal on that flood of bodily fluid — and the folds of his cunt, too, are so slick he's already made a mess of Cy's lap. It's... excessive, but maybe that is an effect of the diamond, too. He doesn't care in the moment.]

Are you really going to marry me? [He feels intoxicated on the physical sensations, but with that comes a rush of emotion he can't control. A powerful wave, taking him under, hushing his voice to a murmur of wonder.] Did you mean that?

[The throb of where he's been filled in two places doesn't stop him from trying to grind himself down against Cy through the dull pain.]

It's my birthday. You — hah, can't take it back.

（ once sasuke's driven downwards, taking as much of the combined intrusion of fingers and cock as is physically possible, cy frees up one hand to massage at the more neglected breast, coaxing milk from the chafed nipple. it's spectacularly messy, but in the moment he couldn't think of anything he cared for less than that. does this place have in-house laundry? well, they can find out. ）

I'm going to marry you.

（ it's said in sombre affirmation, as he kisses a line up the curve of one breast to his throat, biting down hard there, fully intending to bruise, to mark him, to claim him in every possible way. murmured there, in the juncture of shoulder and neck — ）

We're going to make love every day for the rest of your life. Sometimes it'll be sweet, and gentle, and tender — and sometimes I'm going to fuck you while you sob and bleed and beg me to stop. I want to look into your eyes and tell you I love you as you come, and I want to pierce your skin a hundred times and flog you until your legs tremble, until you can't stand or think or breathe without me holding you up, or kissing air into your lungs. I want you in every way one soul can crave another. I want to fill every hole you have, tend every hurt, meet every need. I want to fuck your ass with only your tears to ease the pain. I want to kiss you as the sun rises. I want to spank you until you're too hoarse to count each blow, and suck your cock until you forget your own name.

（ cy hikes him up a bit by a lift of his hand and hips, the heel of his palm cradling his clit in a frictive pressure, and rubs his cheek against one heavy breast. he closes his teeth against the nipple and pulls back until gravity makes it a cruel stretch, leaving sasuke with only two choices: either surge in close against him or wrench away to bear the pain. either way — ）

It's not hard to imagine, is it? That you're pregnant, carrying our child.

[It's a filthy litany. There was a time Sasuke would not have been able to handle hearing a fraction of those words, let alone consider living them out — but now he drinks them down, greedy to possess every promise Cy gives him, wanting every mark, every permanent sign to show what Cy has done to his body. The desire is satisfied marginally in the moment by the bite Cy leaves on his throat; he can feel his own pulse in the leftover bruise that stakes the man's claim so vividly.

It's almost overwhelming to hear it all laid out at once, because he's never wanted something more than this dream of a future. When teeth pinch and pull savagely at the tender nipple of one of his breasts, he bears it as long as he can — letting that sting of the stretch widen into a greater pain until he finally buckles forward against Cy, whimpering.]

It's not. I want to be. [The thought of Cy's seed in him, taking root — he's desperate with it. The altered anatomy of this body only eases the passage of that fantasy as he grinds his cunt down as if there's more he can take.] I want to carry your child. I want all of those things, but this one — I can give it back to you. Something of me.

[Relying on Cy, as well as his own core strength, to keep him upright, his right hand slips down to cover the hand between his legs. He squeezes Cy's wrist with an urgency that trembles on his voice. Cy's fingers rub against the interior front of that vaginal wall and his palm is a hot, dragging pressure across that sore clit, perfect, close.]

Cy, I'm — I might come again. Please, will you let me come? I'm so full it hurts.

（ that fucking whimper almost undoes him. he has to go tense, and swallow a ragged breath, and pull his mind to another corridor of thought just so the sound alone isn't his ruin. ）

My sweet boy, you give me something of yourself in every look, every touch, every word.

（ a tender kiss is laid between his breasts, and cy strokes his fingers deep within him, feeling the pressure against his cock that makes him rut upwards into his body. seeking relief. ）

Not just yet. Clench your pretty cunt around me and hold it. （ a nuzzle at the bottom of sasuke's jaw leads to a gentle scrape of his teeth. ） Five times, then you can come. Can you do that for me?

（ and he won't make it easy to hold out, either — one hand splayed against one breast, squeezing until that unmistakable dampness slicks his palm, kneading in against him in a way he knows will ache. ）

[He is aware of all the places Cy touches him now, the ghost of every kiss lingering on his body like static electricity. The teeth are a sharper impression, like a shock, but the way Cy fondles his breast is the most excruciating of all, relief and torment mingled in the heavy soreness kneaded by one hand, skin slick with the milk produced from that pressure, so much that it feels a little obscene.

Five times. Skillfully in that way Cy knows so well, he's given a task, a challenge — a method he can use to prove the depth of his devotion.]

Y—Yes. [He doesn't try to withhold himself now, breathing hard, knowing Cy will hear and feel him struggle.] I will.

[So he does, or he tries to the best of his physical ability, clenching down hard — a squeeze that constricts pressure around Cy's dick, around Cy's knuckles, and around the plug that is most unyielding of all, buried in his ass where Cy's come still sits inside of him. He sobs with an open mouth. One. There's a release, muscles trembling, and then another clench. Two. Until there are tears in his eyes at the end of the third, eyelashes wet and stuck together.]

There you go, shh, shh.

（ cy laps at the spill of milk across his hand, and then shifts so he's sitting a little more upright as sasuke grinds down against him, making it easier for him to set that hand against the back of sasuke's neck and pull him in to kiss his forehead. he's tense with his own denial, body taut as a drumline — but he can still manage gentleness where it counts. ）

You're being so brave for me, taking all of this. I know it hurts. You wear pain so well for me, my beautiful, perfect whore. It feels s—so fucking good.

（ there's a nuzzle at his temple, letting sasuke rest against him. his hand slips back between them, petting at his breasts, his belly. lower, until he can press against the mons pubis and further compound the pressure of being fucked, being filled. ）

Two more, and then you can rest. I'm going to put you down on the bed and use your cunt until I come, all you'll have to do is lay there and take it. And if you're really a good slut for me, I'll whip your breasts until you're wearing bruises for a week.

[It is Cy's words that help him through the difficulty, layered in the gentle love of a kiss to the forehead, of the petting hands on his tits, belly, between his legs. There's a greater squeeze from the pressure of Cy's palm where it slips up against the pubic mound, and despite the greater constriction, it helps to coax him through those final two. It guides him in the tight, full-body clench even when he feels resistance, fatigue setting into the shiver of overtaxed muscles.

And the dull, throbbing, pulsing pain — this washes white through his head. He's nothing but a whore possessed by this man. He'll wear the bruises as evidence of that fact, and maybe he'll keep the breasts of this body for that week, and press on those sore places in the shower, and Cy can fuck him against the tile after. Does he have to change back right away? What if he stayed, and let Cy get him pregnant?

The final squeeze of those inner walls makes Sasuke cry out, soft and weak, dropping his head into the protective cradle of Cy's shoulder. An orgasm chases it — but it doesn't feel singular. It is a long, drawn-out, continuous pulse of pleasure that leaves him so wet on Cy's dick it feels like he could fit another finger inside of him and take everything deeper, to the seat of his womb where he recalls that dull ache. In a different position than this, perhaps —]

Cy... Cy, please, I want you. Come inside of me. Put it in me. [His voice is ragged, gasping, recognizable as still him despite its higher feminine tone.] Please fuck my cunt.

( he has learned not to argue with the whims of the broader universe. are we all not motes of dust subject to karma? — or something equally ridiculous, equally poetic.

because the truth is, he'd intended to pin sasuke down and fuck him hard, until the mattress was driven against the wall, until he was sobbing and spent beneath him. he'd intended to pin his hand and whisper filth into his ear and see how many times he could wring a trembling orgasm from him, if there's some upper limit beholden to the suit.

instead, sasuke says two words that throws the best laid plans of mice and gods directly out the window. my cunt. and, haha, whoops, wouldn't you know it — the chain reaction that follows can only end one way.

cy does grab him and haul him in bodily for a kiss, but in the next moment he's lost the entire plot and has instead just buried himself as deeply into his body as possible and come so hard it winds him, ghost lights sparking behind his eyes as they flicker closed.

it takes him precious time to unfuck his brain from the overload, and then it's just to — laugh. )

Fuck, nobody can fuck with my restraint the way you can. ( playfully, gently, with a warm squeeze of one overfull breast — ) Good girl.

[Sasuke — even wrung out, panting, half-delirious with the force of his orgasm and the pleasure of Cy coming inside of him that he can feel in those delicious little pulses, in the softening of flesh — manages a smirk at Cy's laughter, at those words. He wonders whether it should bother him, what he's called then, but it doesn't. The high of that victory in drawing Cy to the limit of his self-control is equal only to the adrenaline he's experienced on battlefields over an opponent.

Good girl. For Cy, he would be anything. And it feels... taboo, almost, in a way he can't quite define in the moment. Fantasy as much as reality reflected in this altered form. It doesn't feel denigrating to be called a girl by Cy, because he knows it isn't made as a sincere insult. The hand squeezing his breast, still sore enough to make him squirm on Cy's soft cock, further highlights the difference — that right now he is a woman. And Cy enjoys him this way too.]

I didn't think it would be so easy. Are you losing your touch?

[He sits upright on the man's lap, primly, like it's a throne. It's playful; he suspects some part of their fervor now is from the influence of the diamond suit, but he doesn't care.]

（ his breathing still isn't entirely regulated, but he contents himself with panting slightly, lifting a hand to card through sasuke's longer hair. brushing bangs back from his face, exposing him, seeing him. ）

You're beautiful, male or female. But I don't care about that, what you look like physically. I care about the kindness, the compassion, the fire in you that has never gone out. You rule me, t'che verai. I'm your slave. If I can live on my knees to bring you pleasure, that's enough for me.

（ he catches sasuke's hand, and brings it back up to the collar, encouraging him to hook a finger through the d-ring. ）

You could get me off with a word. A look. My body craves you in your absence, and needs you when you're near. Of course it's easy — love's made it easy.

[The words are powerful. Obediently his hand curls, looping his finger into that ring and then curling his grip tightly, holding by that tether. He's silent for a long moment — but he knows Cy isn't waiting for a quick response, and the pause isn't out of any denial of those words. It is to let them sink in, to be permanently laid into memory.]

I won't say that it doesn't still frighten me at times — this feeling. Its depth and intensity. But I realized that fear isn't because of how I feel for you, it comes from the thought of losing it. Losing you.

[He can admit this aloud, now, when previously even visiting the subject was enough to grip him with frantic terror.]

You make my life feel like it matters. That I survived all of this for a reason. So, thank you. I won't forsake what you've given me with that love.

[A tug at the collar pulls Cy in closer, claiming a kiss from his mouth.]

I know you won't.

（ he leans into that kiss, though he keeps it gentle and chaste. mostly so he can pull back, butt his head against sasuke's and say, playfully: ）

Do I still get to whip your perfect tits? Christ Aloud, look how gorgeous they are.

（ he eases his hand from between sasuke's legs, and lifts both — one obscenely slick — to cup the bottoms of his breasts, lifting them up in wonder, thumbs wiping away streaks where milk has leaked. he stoops to kiss both in turn, with an exaggerated little muah! of sound. ）

We are into some serious fantasy fulfilment territory here, you know. Was this suit thing your birthday gift or mine?

[He shivers at the obscenity of what Cy had promised to do, unable to keep from pressing himself forward into those hands, breasts still sore and seeking relief from the ache of their fullness.]

I suspect it was designed with this in mind, but maybe not for a specific fantasy. [Sasuke tilts his head thoughtfully.] I haven't used this form with anyone else. I know we didn't discuss that, but... I'm not sure I would be comfortable.

[The circumstances would have to be special with trust at the forefront, and the knowledge that he wouldn't be treated differently because of the way he looked. And Cy has laid that foundation first.]

Are my... bodily fluids [sorry he cannot say Milk,] — uh, did they really affect you?

( it's okay cy will desensitize you to that too. )

Thy heavenly fonts of ambrosia most lactescent, yea verily, have caused a most peculiar stir.

( stop him. please.

cy kneads at one breast, lapping at the fluid as it beads at one reddened nipple, and then lifts his hips upwards just a little so sasuke can feel the way his cock renews its rigidity within him. )

As you can see, we're well-positioned not to leave the room for a week. Whether or not you'll be able to walk at the end... eh, that one's up in the air.

( that attention to one breast turns into an affectionate press of teeth, catching at the nipple. )

I'm pissed I haven't gotten around to that fucking machine, because I would love to put you in one like this, every hole plugged, tits bound with weights that makes your cunt ache, leaking milk all over the floor. Fuck. I wouldn't last long enough to come in one of your slutty, perfect holes.

Edited (WORD CRIME JAIL ) 2024-08-28 02:21 (UTC)

[By now he's accustomed to Cy's absurd use of humor, so he feels nothing more than an urge to slap his hand over the man's mouth at those highly stupid words — but the lave of a tongue across one sore, leaking nipple is enough to hijack his immediate attention. His cunt clenches over that thickening length, and he rolls his hips just to feel the slick union of their bodies, Cy's cock buried deep.]

Mm. Would you have me knocked up properly by the end of the week?

[Given current circumstances, yes, this is a fixation. The shudder that Cy's teeth on his nipple inspires is visceral.]

As my birthday present, you can make me a machine like that. And I'll endure everything you do to me.

Oh, sweetheart, you know you don't have to ask for me to do my level best to fuck a child into you.

（ it wouldn't take much to get him off again — the enormity of the suit's effects on him like a veil over all his senses. everything's a mess of bodily fluids and cy, who is normally fastidious about clean-up, finds he doesn't give a damn. instead, he presses a kiss between his breasts. ）

The machine'll have to be an IOU. I don't think I'm going to want to stop fucking you long enough today to put my engineering hat on. As much as I want to torture you out of your mind with pleasure.

（ one hand slips upwards, briefly closes over the column of his throat, squeezes just barely and then turns into a caress that brushes his hair back from his face. ）

Unless you want to do a trial run in genjutsu?

（ it's said speculatively, considering the avenues in play. ）

We could go a little harder there, too — I could be rougher if you wanted it.

[If asked how he would like to spend today, he cannot think of a better answer than this — a tangle of limbs with Cy in bed, hours at their disposal in pursuit of each other's pleasure. He leans, chasing Cy's mouth for a kiss and tasting the warm, milky flavor of himself.

That question earns a considering tilt of his head.]

We could, but I'll have to borrow some of that information from your mind. I don't know what a machine like that is supposed to look like.

[Well, it wouldn't be the first time Sasuke's genjutsu has interwoven itself with Cy's creativity, so engineering wouldn't be much of a reach. By their powers combined...]

It could be — a first draft. So you know what you want to construct in reality. [The suggestion of roughness, with Cy's hand grazing his throat, makes him shift in his seat on Cy's lap.] ... How do you want me to appear? Physically, I mean.

（ the question softens his expression, and cy leans into a kiss, turning it into a settled press of their foreheads. ）

Hey, it's your birthday. However you want to look is going to grab me by the throat, just because it's you.

（ the tits are a novelty, and there's no denying he enjoys sasuke's female form, but he'd never want him to feel like he's formed a preference one way or another. he just wants — him. whatever that looks like. ）

I want you to be comfortable above everything else.

I'll be comfortable with you.

[Silly man. This, at least, Sasuke can be certain of now — there's little Cy could do to make him feel insecure, even when they are exploring new experiences together like this. What issues arise are worked through together.]

We could continue the previous scene we were doing. Would you be interested in something like that?

[He does remember the mental preparation required for Cy, so he wants to be sensitive of that. But it did have a throughline to the breeding element.]

（ activate pupil dilation... ）

The POW scene?

（ just to clarify. ）

Yes. Last time, though... you needed to take a break. So we don't have to do it now if it would be too much.

[Just as Cy looks out for his comfort, Sasuke wants to do the same.]

（ he falls silent for a moment, considering it. admittedly, the haze of desire shrouding his thoughts makes higher critical thinking next to impossible, but — he's had a chance to put some distance between them and the scene, and if sasuke's asking after it that means the interest is there, writ plain.

cy strokes one hand along the boy's thigh, up to his hip, and then hefts him up just a little to settle him back down on his cock. the place they're joined is almost obscenely wet, slick skin and the smell of sex a heady perfume in the air. could he step out of this moment, and into the narrative they'd built — tailor-made — to each other's needs?

there's only ever one answer.

that hand lifts, cups sasuke's cheek. little changes to his facial appearance when he shifts sexes — at most there's a slight softening, but the androgyny has its own appeal. cy's not entirely sure he'd be as attracted to both forms if there were notable differences that ran beyond just the physical presentation of genitalia. ）

No, it's not too much. But thank you, for thinking of me. For safeguarding me.

（ his thumb rubs against sasuke's bottom lip, and then: ）

But I think I'd like how the story ends better if the warlord falls in love with his slave girl. （ he tugs sasuke down to him and steals a lingering kiss. ） Maybe he can make her his queen.

[He loses some concentration — that hand guiding him in a singular, slow thrust where he's seated on Cy's cock as a reminder of that union, that intimate place where his body fits together with Cy's own. It drives a soft little breath out of his throat, head turning to push into the hand on his cheek. The kiss is easy to accept, easy to return.]

I like that.

[It isn't difficult to imagine. Even with the illusion of cruelty and brutality they wove into that scene between them, there were small things belying the attachment, the seeds of that affection — a mutual sense of possession. And, too, it feels more authentic to who they are that it would end with love.]

So, in this scenario... [He rocks his hips, lacking the leverage to turn the movement into a proper slide of his cunt onto Cy's cock, but more of a back and forth drag, his own slick arousal shiny and wet on Cy's dark pubic hair, breasts swaying gently.] I would assume that identity as a woman. When I became pregnant with your child, everything changed between us.

（ his teeth catch at his bottom lip, a breath dragged in as sasuke shifts, rolls his hips. ）

Maybe somewhere along the way you started to like it.

（ he ducks down, one hand capturing the heavy weight of one breast, lifting it to close his mouth briefly against the nipple, fingers tightening until there's a fresh glut of milk to be had. a swallow, then — ）

The pain, the torment, the humiliation, the subjugation. And once life took root in you, it changed how I treated you. At first, it was more about safeguarding my heir to your impossible power.

（ never let it be said he doesn't love that sasuke's powerful. ）

But then, I came to crave the intimacy we built between us.

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