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[hallowing]

if it would really bother you, i'll let you know once i'm done.

but i'd like to share with you if you think you can stand it.

[chokuto]

[Ugh, not his emotions.]

I wanted you to enjoy it. If I eat too, then you'll have less.

[hallowing]

do you think my enjoyment of anything could be diminished by sharing it with you?

[chokuto]

Fine.

[he is so weak for this man it took literally no convincing]

But the dessert is only for you.

[hallowing]

deal

but i want you to feed it to me 😏

[chokuto]

Is that one of your sexual interests too?

[hallowing]

not a sexual one

it's an intimacy/trust thing. prob ties in w/acts of service too now that i think abt it?

not a big fan of licking whipped cream off somebody's nips tho

[chokuto]

I see. Similar to the handfeeding you mentioned.

Why would anyone enjoy doing that with whipped cream?

[the kink shamer strikes again]

[hallowing]

it engages the senses. it's not an unusual kink to have overall, it's p. tame.

[chokuto]

It sounds unsanitary.

In any case, I'll do it for you. Not that — the other one. I'll feed you.

[hallowing]

it can be but tbh if somebody's willing to eat ass what's a little whipped cream tbh

[chokuto]

[eat WHAT]

Stop talking. I'll be over soon.

[hallowing]

not actually talking, you know.

[chokuto]

[He does not respond in kind, allowing himself the privacy of an unseen eyeroll before closing the interface of their conversation on the Watch and turning around, headed toward the stairs that will carry him one floor up.

In short time, Cy will hear a knock at his door. Sasuke is standing behind it — a little more reticent than usual, no word of greeting but a curt nod before he moves into Cy's space.]

You weren't busy before I sent you that message, were you?

[hallowing]

Nope. Just fleecing the locals at poker, as per yoozh. Never too busy for you.

（ he tugs sasuke into the room, and then trails the back of his index finger against the line of the boy's jaw before he leans down to kiss him. ）

Hey, sweetheart.

[chokuto]

[Weird modern lingo begone. He leans into the kiss, anticipatory, all of his senses primed toward Cy's body in proximity to his own — a little shiver of attraction at the deliberate sketch of that finger across his jaw.

Don't be so effortlessly flirtatious.]

Hello. [Calmed like a cat under a gentle hand.] I found a kitchen. Someone contacted me, a man named Sizhui. His identification on the network is "little radish" — I believe I saw him speaking with you. He's a rank nine.

[hallowing]

（ 'effortlessly flirtatious' is the title of his sex tape, thank u. ）

Oh, yeah. I kinda remember that one. Had a lot of questions about collars.

（ he paid some level of attention, but nowhere near what he's levered against sasuke. with him, he's trying to build a constellation of knowledge lit across the night sky of their bond, each thing he learns hammered into the fabric of the ever-encroaching dark. ）

[chokuto]

[Settling in Cy's space, he isn't shy about taking the man's warm hand and towing him that short step to the bed to sit, since there is really nowhere else unless they chose the floor.]

Collars? [Curiosity echoes in it, brow furrowing.] I've seen them displayed in some of the shops. Is that something you're also interested in?

[hallowing]

It can be a BDSM thing — collaring is a pretty common way a Dom demonstrates... well, it can demonstrate a few things. If it's scene specific, then it's usually about the specific kink of submission — but in long-term D/s relationships it's not unusual for the sub to want, request or be given a collar almost as a sign of subtle — but public — ownership.

（ he follows sasuke to the bed, where the tray of food is set out there, and sprawls down beside him. the mattress is really too fucking small to make anything comfortable, but he braces long legs against the wall and shimmies downward until he can put his head in sasuke's lap. ）

It's hot, but it's not like it's a necessary component for me.

（ he reaches up, and drags his thumb against the column of sasuke's throat, feeling the flex of a swallow beneath his touch. it's maybe the first time he hasn't prefaced a statement of this nature with a caveat, or a disclaimer that sasuke doesn't have to do it, or feign interest for his own sake — if the boy is attentive, he'll take it as the sign of trust it is. ）

You'd look gorgeous wearing one, though. If you ever felt like trying it out for a scene.

[chokuto]

[Public ownership. He considers this as Cy makes himself comfortable, right hand lifting to pass through short strands of brown hair — beginning slow, habitual strokes. His eyes are drawn away from the tray of food in a downswing as a finger touches his throat.

Swallowing reflexively, it is hard not to imagine what Cy states. A collar encircling his throat. One put there by Cy, as a mark of belonging. Possessiveness. In a place where it feels they have this taken from them — where he will have to mediate his own emotions as Cy goes to others — it is inevitable, perhaps, that it would invoke a burn of desire in him.]

I'm interested. [Of course, he notices how it is presented to him. Sasuke feels no pressure to answer one way or another. He's given this space to respond honestly, so he does.] I enjoy feeling that way with you.

[Owned, cradled by protective hands. That wanting to be wanted.]

... I would prefer to try in private, for the time being. It would be more comfortable for me.

[hallowing]

（ oh.

he's become attenuated to sasuke's frank, matter-of-fact statements like this. he has — quite literally — no one to blame but himself. but that one burns down through the core of him like molten iron through ice, and his eyes darken with something that's not only lust.

he reaches up, letting his fingers catch against the back of sasuke's neck and hooks him downwards for a kiss. ）

Seeing you that way would wreck me. （ a playful lift of his eyebrows. ） In a good way. Maybe in a 'I'd instantly jizz all over your face the way somebody glazes a cinnamon bun' kinda way.

[chokuto]

[A kiss sought and surrendered as easily as exhalating breath. He hangs there for a moment, a little above Cy's face, hair slipping to tickle the man's chin as he digests those words.

... Sometimes, the pictures Cy paints are too evocative. He can see it in his mind, Cy's come a shiny glaze marking skin, cooling to stickiness. And now his ears are hot. And he won't stop imagining it. To divert —]

You said for a scene. What sort of scenarios would include something like a collar?

[hallowing]

Depends on a couple things. A lot of them have rings here, at the front. （ he strokes the little hollow divot of sasuke's suprasternal notch gently. ） So you can use them for bondage or restraint. You could hook nipple clamps to them too, other stuff like that.

（ his hand trails across sasuke's chest, pinching at one of his nipples. he hasn't forgotten the way the boy protested the sensitivity there. ）

Sometimes it's used as a measure of breath control. Not tight enough to choke, but tight enough that you can't breathe hard, so it sort of forces you to regulate during a heavy scene. Flogging, for instance. Or if you snap a line to it you can use it to direct someone. Like if I wanted you to suck my dick, I could use that to pull you down — discussed beforehand, obviously. I'm not big into leashes and collars or making someone follow me on their hands and knees or anything, that's not really a dynamic I'm looking to get into, but.

（ a shrug. it works for some people. ）

Some collars are just for decoration rather than function, and it's about the psychological safety of submission. Those ones would usually be chosen for aesthetic. Like, I'd probably get something in a black/purple colour combo for you — the contrast against your skin and the way it'd accentuate the bruises would look fucking hot. I like the ones that are functional, but I'll be honest — with you, it'd just be the act of buckling one around your pretty throat.

[chokuto]

[The pinch earns a slight twitch, and he leans away — but only in a superficial demonstration, more playful than any serious protest.]

You were talking about that on your post. Controlling the breath.

[A hum of thought, right hand lifting from Cy's hair to touch the divot of collarbones, then a wider pass of fingertips around the throat, imagining the band of a collar there.

There's a tight swallow, then.]

You're the only person I would ever allow to do that. Those who know me... It would shock them. [Some days, he feels wholly changed around Cy. By Cy.] It isn't how I am, or how they believe me to be. I've never submitted to anyone — not in sex, obviously, but for the danger of it in my world. [His hand falls again, settling lower on Cy's chest where a heartbeat pulses beneath.] You feel safe, though. I haven't experienced safety like this before.

[hallowing]

（ there is nothing he can say to that that isn't i love you.

so, instead, cy just tugs him down for another kiss. this one is long and lingering and tastes only faintly of his cigarettes. it may not be a hard, claimant kiss — but it is its own brand of possessive, as if he could write the taste of himself on sasuke's tongue by will alone.

if his lashes are a little damp when he pulls away, well. perhaps sasuke will show him a little grace.

then: ）

You're gonna ruin me for every other restaurant in the Casino, huh?