Okay. Now — this part's up to you. Sometimes it helps to orgasm first. I mentioned that to you before, do you remember? If you want to try, you could jerk yourself off. If you're not feeling it, that's fine. The important thing is just to feel as relaxed as possible.
οΌ eventually he is going to hold this kid up as like, an example of a perfect sub. just saying. οΌ
I don't think that's going to happen. I can, [a little huff of breath] meditate. I've done that before, but it may not relax me.
[Not when he has Cy's voice in his ear. Without aphro in his system, unfortunately, there are too many mental barriers present for that sort of shamelessness.]
It's okay, thanks for telling me. Let's not worry about it for now, I'll get you to go slow.
οΌ communication!! οΌ
Then, let's pick the toy you wanna use, just so it's in easy reach. The plug's got a slightly larger diameter at its widest point, and the dildo's longer. It'll probably be a bit more prep work to take the plug, but you'd have to be slower with the dildo to start. The main difference at this point is that the plug is more meant to stay inside you, maybe while you jerk off, or you can sit on it and rock your hips, you'll feel it move inside you. The dildo's more of an in-out motion, so it's more like the simulation of penetrative sex.
οΌ he's seated on his bed as he's talking, eating several day old takeout (the cleaning, clearly, has not stuck), one leg stretched out before him, hair dampened from a recent shower. οΌ
We're gonna start with your fingers, though. It's a pump bottle so it'll be easier to use one-handed. Lots of lube, really cannot stress that enough. Don't stick anything anywhere just yet, for now just get your fingers plenty lubed up, and start exploring. The point is familiarity, both with the sensation and with your response to it. The — οΌ he pauses, and then: οΌ Awkward question while we're already balls deep in this, but do you want me to use the clinical terms or the crass ones? 'Anal sphincter' really has a different vibe than 'asshole'.
[can you please slurp your noodles a little quieter while he's going through this life-defining experience]
The dildo.
[A quick, snap judgment. He won't elaborate on why, and he expects Cy won't ask. If he does, Sasuke will have to do some mental gymnastics around the fact that he'd prefer not to outright confess that 'simulated penetrative sex' is his deciding factor.
Except now he has to traverse that second stipulation. In a brief lapse of quiet, Sasuke extracts the necessary items from the box, propping the pump of lubricant against the wall within easy reach, then tucking the dildo itself between his thighs beneath the blanketβa thoughtless, intuitive gesture to get it warmed by his body heat. He once did the same with the injections and medical ointment Kabuto prescribed him.]
It's worse when you use clinical terms. [In another context, once upon a time, he preferred clinical terms. It afforded distance and higher thinking. That is not what he wants here.] Do it the other way.
[Also, so he doesn't have to say that he liked when Cy used crass language before.]
οΌ he will not slurp his noodles quieter, actually. οΌ
So, lube up, fingers around the asshole. Circle it, slow and careful, push against it so you can feel how the ring of muscle resists. Once you're feeling ready — more lube, and when you think you've got enough for the love of little ducks, add more — and then I want you to stick your index finger up your ass. Slowly. Stop whenever you feel uncomfortable. Your body needs to adjust. Close your eyes while you do this, focus on what you're feeling. After you get past the sphincter there's less resistance. Now, future knowledge — when you fuck somebody — especially if both parties are less experienced — once the head of your dick gets past that muscle you can fucking slip all the rest of the way in without meaning to, so you really gotta pay attention to that. That sort of thing can put somebody off anal forever because it can hurt like a bitch if you aren't expecting it. Easiest way to control it's with positioning, either have the penetrating partner on their back and the one taking the dick sitting down on it, or doggy style with a hand on your cock to make sure you don't go too deep too fast.
οΌ the chatter is a buffer, intentionally given. he noticed sasuke's tendency to hang on his words and use them as an anchor, so he just says whatever is relevant and comes to mind.
[He decides not to remark on the distinctly audible sound of chewing. It's preferable, in fact. It means Cy isn't paying attention to himβor at least not fully, not with any spotlight of focus that might encourage Sasuke to wither beneath its glare. So he listens instead to the drawling voice, letting it fill his mind even when not all of its content absorbs due to his own distraction.
Setting his teeth, he pumps a liberal dollop of clear lubricant into the palm of his hand, then smears it with callused fingertips, gathering enough that liquid gel drips on the way south beneath the blanket and around his hips. Gratefully, the towel catches any mess.
And then he reaches, wet fingers sliding down the crease of his ass to the tight hole waiting there, ring of muscle unyielding to the first prying probeβso he simply strokes across it in a smear of lube. His breath catches, a flicker across audio.]
Trying. Wait. [Index, Cy said. Yet he uses his thicker middle instead, daring to push his own limits for no reason other than the self-satisfaction of slight disobedience and because he has always been this way. That, and there's something about it, the burn that comes with the first breach of a rough, wet knuckle. Cy won't even know. If he did, what would he say?] I'm pushing the finger in.
[His voice has definitely changed, a little raspy now, a little airless as if he's not taking full breaths.]
It's... [a tight fit, but he's handled far worse. He's been stabbed, beaten, tortured, mutilated. This is nothing.] It's all the way inside.
οΌ well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, though it would sure as shit earn sasuke a rebuke.
though the distinct, breathless rasp of sasuke's voice does get him to set the food aside at long last, attention sharpened. his cock twitches, and he drops his hand absently against it, not really an intentional stimulation so much as an acknowledgement that he's just a little hot and bothered himself. οΌ
Good boy.
οΌ there's warm praise in his voice. οΌ
You won't be able to hit the prostate comfortably from that angle, so don't worry about that for now. Fuck yourself against your hand. Don't be afraid to move your hips — try to get it deeper, push back on it, just see the angles you can get. Add another finger when you feel you can take it — lube first — and make a scissoring motion so you can stretch yourself out. It'll burn if you try too much too fast, but some people are into that. Trust yourself. I want you to really get into this. Imagine I'm watching you. I want to see you be good for me. Don't hide, don't cover yourself οΌ how did he know!! οΌ just show me as you get ready to take my cock.
οΌ his shiny purple one, so thoughtfully sent on, but. you know. the fantasy stands. οΌ
[The praise lights up in him as he thaws to this act, its newness broken like a seal, pushing his middle finger in as deep as he can take it, drawing it back out, and while Cy talks he's already greased more lube on his hand to return it down, down. Back to the slippery rim of his hole, joining two fingers together in their thicker width, pushing them in with an unrelenting turn of his wrist.
It burns, too much too fast. But he likes it. The sound it elicits is low, straining to be quietβthe walls are thin, hereβbut unable to conceal the effect it has on him as Cy goes on. Imagine I'm watching you, so he does, eyes closed, the image of Cy looming over him like he had before, a lean dark shadow. Don't hide, and without thinking Sasuke kicks the blanket down his legs obediently in a flutter of fabric; he feels the dildo roll out from between his thighs but he doesn't reach for it yet.]
In, [a gust of breath,] both fingers. It was easy. [If only for his pain tolerance, maybe.] Nnh... Cy, how long like this?
[The stretch is a pleasant ache that he finds himself squirming to satisfy, scissoring as advised, but it's not what he wants. Fingering himself open like thisβhe's impatient for the next step. I want it, he doesn't know how to say.]
οΌ well, it's nice to see he's officially 'cy' when the kid's got two fingers up the ass. he keeps that observation to himself, however, and says only — οΌ
Little impatient over there, huh?
οΌ with a tolerant, audible fondness. he did hear that rustle of the blanket, but can only guess at its source. οΌ
You should be good now, just go slow. Clean your hand so you can keep a good grip on the dildo. Lube it up, hand clean again. Then I want you to push the head of it against your asshole — tease yourself a little. Dip the head inside, pull it out. Do that a couple times. Don't go any deeper than a couple inches.
οΌ he too sounds just a little hoarse. excuse him while he rummages around for a water bottle. there's some rustling on his end of the call, and then: οΌ
Do you want the next part to hurt or not?
οΌ like, he fucking sees you, horny little painslut. οΌ
[He follows those instructions as told. Withdraws his hand, wipes it off, hunts for the dildo where it has escaped on the bedsheetβmore lube, generously (and sloppily in his haste) greased over the shape of the toy. It's slick and shining; he wipes his hand again, lowers it down behind himself, listening to Cy's words, breath now coming out quick and rapid, fluttery...
The blunt head nudges against his hole, then it's eased inside, stretching the tight ring of muscle. The intrusion burns even better than his fingers, though with less give. Out, in again. He's doing this slow enough to see stars behind closed eyelids when Cy asks that question.
Does he want pain? There really is no other answer. Pain is a constant companion in his life, there at his worst and his best moments. The satisfaction of a mastered jutsu. The thrill of a close call. The victory over a strong opponent. The bitter frustration of failure. Companionable, too, because he's shared itβgiven it, taken itβwith all of the people who have ever mattered to him.]
οΌ that's breathed out, the exhalation deliberately steady. that one statement has gotten him to full flag, the dull ache of an untended cock making him abruptly very, very mindful of what he's doing with his hands.
on his thighs for now, fingers hooked into the fabric of his sweatpants. οΌ
I need you to understand, what I'm about to say is part of the fantasy. I'm not going to ask you to hurt yourself in a way you can't stand, so I'm going to take it on good faith that you will respect your own limits and mine, and stop if you have to stop. Is that clear? Remember — pineapple and kiwi.
οΌ he waits for the assent, and once he receives it he continues, voice roughened: οΌ
Add more lube — you'll be going deeper this time. Then — I want you to take it all, don't stop, don't hesitate. No adjustment period. Breathe through the pain. Take it to the hilt. Talk me through as you do it. I want to know what you're feeling, how fast you go — tell me everything.
[He nods, unseen, like he's still imagining Cy in the room with himβbut then his assent comes verbally after he realizes. Pineapple and kiwi, absurd as they are, stick in his mind better for it. He doesn't think he'll use them, but now he's beginning to comprehend their whole point. An exit. A way out, if needed. It's strange to have, and there's a part of his mind unconsciously distrustful of it. But it's fine. This much, he can manage.
More lube. The messiest smear yet with gel dripping to the towel, rubbed over the blunt, shiny-purple head of the toy before he presses it against the rim of his hole.]
I'm holding it. It's, hah, a little cold from the lubricant. Wet. Sticky because there's so much. I'm going to put it in. Cyβ
[βand there, an inexorable slide, dildo breaching that tight ring of muscle and burying itself deep inside his ass all at once. He can't speak in that instant because the sound that leaves him is high, shattered, an outcry as he's never made between them. Breathe, Cy told him, but it's difficult; he tries and it sounds like he's gasping across the voice call. A dry-sob noise that tapers into quivering inhalations.
His hand is shaking on the hilt of the toy.]
It's... burningβit aches so much, this dull feeling. [The words are glassy, unsteady between breaths.] It feels like a wound, but it's inside of my body. I've never felt it there before.
οΌ that sound reverberates through him, down to his core. his teeth catch briefly at his bottom lip, but his focus stays on sasuke — οΌ
Hey, it's okay, sweetheart. Focus on my voice. You did so good, I'm so proud of you. Bet you look like a gorgeous fucking wreck right now, slicked up and fucked open for me.
οΌ what a fucking vision. οΌ
Remember that breathing I taught you? Do that for me, okay? Focus on relaxing, don't tense up against the pain. Let it be just another sensation, like the mattress beneath you, like the towel against your hip, sweat slicking your bangs to your forehead, the way the lube gets tacky on your skin. Sink into it, don't fight it, don't be afraid to feel the hurt. I've got you.
[The reminder helps, tethering him to the moment, working to make room for the ripples of pain that ride through his body. Breathing by a count of four, four, four. As relaxation comes, so does that emptiness of thoughtβand his breath is slower but stuttered, damply rasping, as he listens to Cy's words. Calmed like a cat under a hand.
It's not how he's worked through injuries in the past; those were borne with gritted teeth, distraction, adrenaline, and the presence of mind to move forward toward a goal. This allows him to revel in it, the sear of the stretch as he's filled by the dildo still unmoved in his hand.]
I know. Cyram. It's okay. [Sensations: the scratchy towel, the sticky gel, the sweat, the bedsheet. He realizes he's rolled partially over onto his stomach. His cock is hard, and he feels it pressed chafing to the mattress, but he doesn't move.] It's justβa lot.
[The pain becomes a continual, pulsing throb at that point where the toy has slid in to the hilt and remains in stasis.]
[Oh my god he was feeling confident because he was ALONE.
Sasuke's heartrate spikes, but all he does it turn back partially on his side, eyes flying open to take survey of his room as if Cy has already appeared.]
...
[He's allowed to say no. But he doesn't want to. Should he pull the blanket back up? At least it isn't bright in his room; only one light is on, dim gold on his bare skin, casting shadows into corners.]
οΌ the teleportation is done carefully, mindful of the confines of the stupid little shoebox space. he's wordless, at first — doesn't comment on the blanket or anything (it explains the rustling he heard earlier, and he can only imagine that sasuke pulled it back up before his arrival) he just sits down on the bed, which really is not meant for this, and sprawls down beside sasuke, taking up less space than one might expect of a man of his size. οΌ
[Having Cy in his room is a lot, at first, not only for his height but for his presence. Looming and calm and quiet. The bed sinks slightly with the additional weight, but not by much because the mattress itself is so thin. Sasuke's eyes peer over from beneath a fringe of hair, uncertain. The dildo is still inside of him; it feels heavy, slippery but for the grip of his lower body clenched around it with tension, arousal now slanted into murky waters.
They've been close before, but not really like this. Silently he offers his hand outβa little tacky still with lube, which causes him to hesitate.]
οΌ well, he very clearly doesn't care about the ghosts of lube past. he takes that hesitant hand, smoothing his thumb across the ridge of knuckles that have been broken and mended, and then he lifts it and presses a kiss against the tendons along its back. οΌ
I'm just here to look after you.
οΌ unbidden, he turns his grip on sasuke's hand a little into a massage, both hands coming together to manipulate the muscle and fine bones of the hand gently. he'll move up to the wrist and forearm so long as sasuke doesn't pull away. skilled hands, millennia of experience in each touch and press. οΌ
Too much?
Edited (forgot to remove a word after changing a sentence oop) Date: 2024-01-15 05:59 am (UTC)
[He's surprised how it feels to be touched in that moment. Unexpectedly there's relief, and his body releases some part of the tension it was holding, feeling the toy slip out of him but ignoring it. He shifts more deliberately to face Cy on that narrow bedβthe touch continues, not denied, moving up his arm.
It's a strange realization to have then. No one has touched him like this, with the hands ofβwhat? Almost like a lover would touch, or as he imagines one might because he wouldn't know, with that slow and thorough rub across tight tendons. It's not intimacy like a kiss, or a hug, or even an orgasm. It's a warm, cradling pool.
οΌ he's good at honesty, when it suits him. it's said very quietly, as he keeps working along the muscle. οΌ
It was stupid of me to ask you to do that, and I should have known better. It's not your fault — you did everything perfectly, you were just listening to me. There's nothing wrong with liking pain, but it shouldn't have been your first experience. I'm not going to excoriate myself over it, and I'm like, 98 percent sure you're going to say 'it's fine' again, and this is not me thinking you're fragile or weak — you aren't. I'm just sorry.
Edited (phrasing didn't sit right) Date: 2024-01-15 06:27 am (UTC)
[He's quiet for a while, letting Cy work up his arm.]
It's not fine, then. [As if to be contraryβbut it's for a purpose.] I don't know how all of your rules work, but I can see that my reaction wasn't expected. We didn't discuss it first. Most of the new things I've learned in my life have been through pain, so it didn't surprise me to find it here. But if you want to do it differently, I don't mind that.
[Sometimes he can sound like a grown ass adult and not an eighteen-year-old. Very gently, Sasuke nudges his head under the man's chin. His breath fans skin.]
οΌ there's a slight hitch to his breath, barely audible. he does, however, lean his cheek down against the boy's head. does he know what those simple little statements do, how deeply they cut?
probably, if his own judgment of sasuke's earlier life can be trusted. his kindness is a choice. οΌ
No — your reaction wasn't what caught me off guard. You were perfect. My reaction was what twigged me out. It was impulsive, I usually prefer to be there in person when I'm walking someone through pain play. It's better when you're not alone, and it's my responsibility to catch those things.
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Date: 2024-01-15 01:17 am (UTC)οΌ eventually he is going to hold this kid up as like, an example of a perfect sub. just saying. οΌ
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Date: 2024-01-15 01:25 am (UTC)I don't think that's going to happen. I can, [a little huff of breath] meditate. I've done that before, but it may not relax me.
[Not when he has Cy's voice in his ear. Without aphro in his system, unfortunately, there are too many mental barriers present for that sort of shamelessness.]
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Date: 2024-01-15 01:43 am (UTC)οΌ communication!! οΌ
Then, let's pick the toy you wanna use, just so it's in easy reach. The plug's got a slightly larger diameter at its widest point, and the dildo's longer. It'll probably be a bit more prep work to take the plug, but you'd have to be slower with the dildo to start. The main difference at this point is that the plug is more meant to stay inside you, maybe while you jerk off, or you can sit on it and rock your hips, you'll feel it move inside you. The dildo's more of an in-out motion, so it's more like the simulation of penetrative sex.
οΌ he's seated on his bed as he's talking, eating several day old takeout (the cleaning, clearly, has not stuck), one leg stretched out before him, hair dampened from a recent shower. οΌ
We're gonna start with your fingers, though. It's a pump bottle so it'll be easier to use one-handed. Lots of lube, really cannot stress that enough. Don't stick anything anywhere just yet, for now just get your fingers plenty lubed up, and start exploring. The point is familiarity, both with the sensation and with your response to it. The — οΌ he pauses, and then: οΌ Awkward question while we're already balls deep in this, but do you want me to use the clinical terms or the crass ones? 'Anal sphincter' really has a different vibe than 'asshole'.
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Date: 2024-01-15 02:07 am (UTC)The dildo.
[A quick, snap judgment. He won't elaborate on why, and he expects Cy won't ask. If he does, Sasuke will have to do some mental gymnastics around the fact that he'd prefer not to outright confess that 'simulated penetrative sex' is his deciding factor.
Except now he has to traverse that second stipulation. In a brief lapse of quiet, Sasuke extracts the necessary items from the box, propping the pump of lubricant against the wall within easy reach, then tucking the dildo itself between his thighs beneath the blanketβa thoughtless, intuitive gesture to get it warmed by his body heat. He once did the same with the injections and medical ointment Kabuto prescribed him.]
It's worse when you use clinical terms. [In another context, once upon a time, he preferred clinical terms. It afforded distance and higher thinking. That is not what he wants here.] Do it the other way.
[Also, so he doesn't have to say that he liked when Cy used crass language before.]
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Date: 2024-01-15 02:24 am (UTC)οΌ he will not slurp his noodles quieter, actually. οΌ
So, lube up, fingers around the asshole. Circle it, slow and careful, push against it so you can feel how the ring of muscle resists. Once you're feeling ready — more lube, and when you think you've got enough for the love of little ducks, add more — and then I want you to stick your index finger up your ass. Slowly. Stop whenever you feel uncomfortable. Your body needs to adjust. Close your eyes while you do this, focus on what you're feeling. After you get past the sphincter there's less resistance. Now, future knowledge — when you fuck somebody — especially if both parties are less experienced — once the head of your dick gets past that muscle you can fucking slip all the rest of the way in without meaning to, so you really gotta pay attention to that. That sort of thing can put somebody off anal forever because it can hurt like a bitch if you aren't expecting it. Easiest way to control it's with positioning, either have the penetrating partner on their back and the one taking the dick sitting down on it, or doggy style with a hand on your cock to make sure you don't go too deep too fast.
οΌ the chatter is a buffer, intentionally given. he noticed sasuke's tendency to hang on his words and use them as an anchor, so he just says whatever is relevant and comes to mind.
around a mouthful of noodles: οΌ
Where're we at?
cw: kinda pain play vibes
Date: 2024-01-15 02:50 am (UTC)Setting his teeth, he pumps a liberal dollop of clear lubricant into the palm of his hand, then smears it with callused fingertips, gathering enough that liquid gel drips on the way south beneath the blanket and around his hips. Gratefully, the towel catches any mess.
And then he reaches, wet fingers sliding down the crease of his ass to the tight hole waiting there, ring of muscle unyielding to the first prying probeβso he simply strokes across it in a smear of lube. His breath catches, a flicker across audio.]
Trying. Wait. [Index, Cy said. Yet he uses his thicker middle instead, daring to push his own limits for no reason other than the self-satisfaction of slight disobedience and because he has always been this way. That, and there's something about it, the burn that comes with the first breach of a rough, wet knuckle. Cy won't even know. If he did, what would he say?] I'm pushing the finger in.
[His voice has definitely changed, a little raspy now, a little airless as if he's not taking full breaths.]
It's... [a tight fit, but he's handled far worse. He's been stabbed, beaten, tortured, mutilated. This is nothing.] It's all the way inside.
me @ those cws like πππ
Date: 2024-01-15 03:07 am (UTC)though the distinct, breathless rasp of sasuke's voice does get him to set the food aside at long last, attention sharpened. his cock twitches, and he drops his hand absently against it, not really an intentional stimulation so much as an acknowledgement that he's just a little hot and bothered himself. οΌ
Good boy.
οΌ there's warm praise in his voice. οΌ
You won't be able to hit the prostate comfortably from that angle, so don't worry about that for now. Fuck yourself against your hand. Don't be afraid to move your hips — try to get it deeper, push back on it, just see the angles you can get. Add another finger when you feel you can take it — lube first — and make a scissoring motion so you can stretch yourself out. It'll burn if you try too much too fast, but some people are into that. Trust yourself. I want you to really get into this. Imagine I'm watching you. I want to see you be good for me. Don't hide, don't cover yourself οΌ how did he know!! οΌ just show me as you get ready to take my cock.
οΌ his shiny purple one, so thoughtfully sent on, but. you know. the fantasy stands. οΌ
πΌ
Date: 2024-01-15 03:28 am (UTC)It burns, too much too fast. But he likes it. The sound it elicits is low, straining to be quietβthe walls are thin, hereβbut unable to conceal the effect it has on him as Cy goes on. Imagine I'm watching you, so he does, eyes closed, the image of Cy looming over him like he had before, a lean dark shadow. Don't hide, and without thinking Sasuke kicks the blanket down his legs obediently in a flutter of fabric; he feels the dildo roll out from between his thighs but he doesn't reach for it yet.]
In, [a gust of breath,] both fingers. It was easy. [If only for his pain tolerance, maybe.] Nnh... Cy, how long like this?
[The stretch is a pleasant ache that he finds himself squirming to satisfy, scissoring as advised, but it's not what he wants. Fingering himself open like thisβhe's impatient for the next step. I want it, he doesn't know how to say.]
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Date: 2024-01-15 03:49 am (UTC)Little impatient over there, huh?
οΌ with a tolerant, audible fondness. he did hear that rustle of the blanket, but can only guess at its source. οΌ
You should be good now, just go slow. Clean your hand so you can keep a good grip on the dildo. Lube it up, hand clean again. Then I want you to push the head of it against your asshole — tease yourself a little. Dip the head inside, pull it out. Do that a couple times. Don't go any deeper than a couple inches.
οΌ he too sounds just a little hoarse. excuse him while he rummages around for a water bottle. there's some rustling on his end of the call, and then: οΌ
Do you want the next part to hurt or not?
οΌ like, he fucking sees you, horny little painslut. οΌ
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Date: 2024-01-15 04:07 am (UTC)The blunt head nudges against his hole, then it's eased inside, stretching the tight ring of muscle. The intrusion burns even better than his fingers, though with less give. Out, in again. He's doing this slow enough to see stars behind closed eyelids when Cy asks that question.
Does he want pain? There really is no other answer. Pain is a constant companion in his life, there at his worst and his best moments. The satisfaction of a mastered jutsu. The thrill of a close call. The victory over a strong opponent. The bitter frustration of failure. Companionable, too, because he's shared itβgiven it, taken itβwith all of the people who have ever mattered to him.]
Yes. I want it to hurt.
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Date: 2024-01-15 04:19 am (UTC)οΌ that's breathed out, the exhalation deliberately steady. that one statement has gotten him to full flag, the dull ache of an untended cock making him abruptly very, very mindful of what he's doing with his hands.
on his thighs for now, fingers hooked into the fabric of his sweatpants. οΌ
I need you to understand, what I'm about to say is part of the fantasy. I'm not going to ask you to hurt yourself in a way you can't stand, so I'm going to take it on good faith that you will respect your own limits and mine, and stop if you have to stop. Is that clear? Remember — pineapple and kiwi.
οΌ he waits for the assent, and once he receives it he continues, voice roughened: οΌ
Add more lube — you'll be going deeper this time. Then — I want you to take it all, don't stop, don't hesitate. No adjustment period. Breathe through the pain. Take it to the hilt. Talk me through as you do it. I want to know what you're feeling, how fast you go — tell me everything.
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Date: 2024-01-15 04:39 am (UTC)More lube. The messiest smear yet with gel dripping to the towel, rubbed over the blunt, shiny-purple head of the toy before he presses it against the rim of his hole.]
I'm holding it. It's, hah, a little cold from the lubricant. Wet. Sticky because there's so much. I'm going to put it in. Cyβ
[βand there, an inexorable slide, dildo breaching that tight ring of muscle and burying itself deep inside his ass all at once. He can't speak in that instant because the sound that leaves him is high, shattered, an outcry as he's never made between them. Breathe, Cy told him, but it's difficult; he tries and it sounds like he's gasping across the voice call. A dry-sob noise that tapers into quivering inhalations.
His hand is shaking on the hilt of the toy.]
It's... burningβit aches so much, this dull feeling. [The words are glassy, unsteady between breaths.] It feels like a wound, but it's inside of my body. I've never felt it there before.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:03 am (UTC)Hey, it's okay, sweetheart. Focus on my voice. You did so good, I'm so proud of you. Bet you look like a gorgeous fucking wreck right now, slicked up and fucked open for me.
οΌ what a fucking vision. οΌ
Remember that breathing I taught you? Do that for me, okay? Focus on relaxing, don't tense up against the pain. Let it be just another sensation, like the mattress beneath you, like the towel against your hip, sweat slicking your bangs to your forehead, the way the lube gets tacky on your skin. Sink into it, don't fight it, don't be afraid to feel the hurt. I've got you.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:26 am (UTC)It's not how he's worked through injuries in the past; those were borne with gritted teeth, distraction, adrenaline, and the presence of mind to move forward toward a goal. This allows him to revel in it, the sear of the stretch as he's filled by the dildo still unmoved in his hand.]
I know. Cyram. It's okay. [Sensations: the scratchy towel, the sticky gel, the sweat, the bedsheet. He realizes he's rolled partially over onto his stomach. His cock is hard, and he feels it pressed chafing to the mattress, but he doesn't move.] It's justβa lot.
[The pain becomes a continual, pulsing throb at that point where the toy has slid in to the hilt and remains in stasis.]
But better imagining that it's you.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:30 am (UTC)there's a brief pause from his end, and then: οΌ
Do you mind if I teleport in? You're allowed to say no.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:34 am (UTC)Sasuke's heartrate spikes, but all he does it turn back partially on his side, eyes flying open to take survey of his room as if Cy has already appeared.]
...
[He's allowed to say no. But he doesn't want to. Should he pull the blanket back up? At least it isn't bright in his room; only one light is on, dim gold on his bare skin, casting shadows into corners.]
It's fine.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:36 am (UTC)οΌ yes he is going to make you say it. οΌ
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:38 am (UTC)Yes.
[But he has, in a moment of weakness, indeed pulled the blanket up to cover his lower half. π€‘]
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:43 am (UTC)Hey, sweetheart. Give me your hand.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:49 am (UTC)They've been close before, but not really like this. Silently he offers his hand outβa little tacky still with lube, which causes him to hesitate.]
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:57 am (UTC)I'm just here to look after you.
οΌ unbidden, he turns his grip on sasuke's hand a little into a massage, both hands coming together to manipulate the muscle and fine bones of the hand gently. he'll move up to the wrist and forearm so long as sasuke doesn't pull away. skilled hands, millennia of experience in each touch and press. οΌ
Too much?
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Date: 2024-01-15 06:10 am (UTC)It's a strange realization to have then. No one has touched him like this, with the hands ofβwhat? Almost like a lover would touch, or as he imagines one might because he wouldn't know, with that slow and thorough rub across tight tendons. It's not intimacy like a kiss, or a hug, or even an orgasm. It's a warm, cradling pool.
Sasuke's eyes skate away, wherever isn't Cy's face.]
I don't need any looking after. I was fine.
[I thought I was. He did, sincerely. The pain wasn't even that bad compared to injuries he's suffered.]
Why did we stop?
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Date: 2024-01-15 06:20 am (UTC)οΌ he's good at honesty, when it suits him. it's said very quietly, as he keeps working along the muscle. οΌ
It was stupid of me to ask you to do that, and I should have known better. It's not your fault — you did everything perfectly, you were just listening to me. There's nothing wrong with liking pain, but it shouldn't have been your first experience. I'm not going to excoriate myself over it, and I'm like, 98 percent sure you're going to say 'it's fine' again, and this is not me thinking you're fragile or weak — you aren't. I'm just sorry.
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Date: 2024-01-15 06:32 am (UTC)It's not fine, then. [As if to be contraryβbut it's for a purpose.] I don't know how all of your rules work, but I can see that my reaction wasn't expected. We didn't discuss it first. Most of the new things I've learned in my life have been through pain, so it didn't surprise me to find it here. But if you want to do it differently, I don't mind that.
[Sometimes he can sound like a grown ass adult and not an eighteen-year-old. Very gently, Sasuke nudges his head under the man's chin. His breath fans skin.]
I'll look after you too.
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Date: 2024-01-15 06:42 am (UTC)probably, if his own judgment of sasuke's earlier life can be trusted. his kindness is a choice. οΌ
No — your reaction wasn't what caught me off guard. You were perfect. My reaction was what twigged me out. It was impulsive, I usually prefer to be there in person when I'm walking someone through pain play. It's better when you're not alone, and it's my responsibility to catch those things.
οΌ a bit of a sigh, and then — οΌ
Do you want to try again, or call it here?
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