īŧ he considers how to delineate this for a long moment, setting aside the last third of the cake for later with a few additional perfunctory scrapes of his fork to clean the cream from the plate. īŧ
Let's take spanking for example. There's a difference between me putting you over my knee and saying you've been naughty īŧ a playful lift of his eyebrows īŧ versus, hell — having you dress in a uniform and have a room set up like a class, me acting like a teacher that's pissed off you cheated on a test. The second one might involve something like a spanking, making you stand naked for 'examination', or writing lines on the chalkboard or whatever else we agree on because it makes it more immersive, easy to kinda put yourself into a different mindset. The first one's more heat of the moment kinky — the second one has a set-up, a fully roleplayed scenario, and you try not to 'break character' so to speak.
īŧ he reaches for sasuke, just sort of neatly grabbing him and pulling him astride his hips as he settles back down in his post-cake life, oop. īŧ
What I meant here was more — do you want me to lean into that sorta spur of the moment kinky talk? I think a full-on set-up for a scene that leans into rape-play would require a lot more discussion first, clear boundaries and limits and a set-up that makes it pretty different from how we normally have sex. I wouldn't do it here, for instance — my room or yours. That sort of thing needs to be really clearly disparate. Does that make sense?
[The first analogy that comes to mind is a mission â one that requires elaborate and covert deception, and nothing that Sasuke has extensive experience in himself. It was never expected while he still lived as a genin in the village, fulfilling lower ranked missions. And now he is simply too recognizable to be useful in such a way. Yet the concept is familiar: to pretend to be another person, or to take on another identity, and fall into that role wholly.
Cy moves him, coaxing a low sound as he's repositioned across the man's hips, jolting the plug still nestled inside his ass. His hand reflexively flashes out to Cy's shoulder for stability.]
I understand. I'd like to try it eventually, but it isn't a scenario to take lightly, and we should prepare as you say. As for this time â [his hand wanders up, fingers playing with dark strands of hair at the back of Cy's head.] Yes. I want to hear you speak that way.
[Thoughtful, just for the space of a moment.]
Would it help if I also played into that sort of talk?
We can try it, but let's put a limit on how much we get into, okay?
īŧ he turns his head for no other reason than to nuzzle at sasuke's palm, pressing a kiss flat against it. his hands settle against the boy's thighs, fingers flexing lightly, pressing down. īŧ
[The hand opens, cradling Cy's cheek in the steady cup of his palm.]
You've said before that it would be hard on you. [Sasuke hasn't forgotten that explanation, although now it makes him wonder whether this is right to request.] Are you sure? I don't mind if we go with your first suggestion. I only wanted to spend time with you today.
It can be. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy it īŧ admitting that isn't as hard as it used to be. but coming to terms with something awful and ugly that lives in you is — a process. īŧ or want it if and when you do.
īŧ he tips his head into sasuke's hand, giving him a fond little smile. because that's the kicker, isn't it? he'd never suggest it with someone who wasn't receptive, and he'd never try it with someone whose only driving factor was pleasing him rather than an earnest enjoyment of their own.
but sasuke — their preferences align along similar, shattering lines. and he won't make sasuke feel badly for what he wants when cy is driven by the same sorts of things. īŧ
Besides, you'll look after me. That's the whole point.
īŧ he slaps sasuke's thigh, just enough to sting. īŧ
[That tenderness between them lays open, a gentle flaying of vulnerability to expose what they both want â but Sasuke is not ashamed of it anymore. Cy has made that impossible. With this man it feels that anything is possible, and he won't be judged for bringing the most difficult secrets into the light.
He did not lie. At this point, there's little he wouldn't do for Cy. It is even harder to imagine a life without him, a fact made most stark when they're separated, but he is trying not to let it show to any disruptive degree. That sort of dependency... it would only be a burden. He's more mature now; he knows how to face the uncertainty of the future, and he can apply that to the instability of these dimensions.
Or so he assures himself.
The slap jolts Sasuke from these thoughts with a sharp little breath, sitting straighter on Cy's lap.]
I'll take care of you. [As solemn as an oath.] And yes, I remember it. I also have this. [His right hand lifts, dangling the bell from his middle finger with a bright chime.]
īŧ the silk tail is corralled in one hand, and then gently looped over sasuke's head to cradle the back of his neck, where it's tugged until it pulls him in for a deep, soft kiss. īŧ
Sit up for a sec, I'll take the plug out. Once I've got it, I'm going to flip us and push you down. I'll pin your hand against your back — you can struggle if you want to, if you try to close your thighs I'll drag them apart and leave bruises — and then I'll fuck you. I'll try not to do anything we haven't discussed or anything that's like... spontaneous. I know it can be kinda a mood killer, but if anything veers off course I'm going to stop and we'll talk first.
īŧ another little kiss, like punctuation as sasuke obeys him with a flex of his thighs. cy adjusts to support his weight so he can relax and then reaches between sasuke's legs — with a meaningful, possessive palming of his cock first — to ease the plug out. he doesn't want to deal with trying to find a place to put it so they can clean it later so instead he just yeets it into the void. it's a problem for later. īŧ
I'll use lube because I don't want to hurt you, but I'll probably use language as if I won't or wouldn't, things like 'fucking you dry'. And — it's a different psychological space to get into, so you may or may not get off. Both are fine — there's no right or wrong way to react to this. Afterwards let's debrief together and maybe hit the showers, then we can get back into the marathon, okay?
[The scarf reels him into a kiss, not that he needs to be coaxed to greet Cy's lips with the warm enthusiasm of his own mouth, parting reluctantly so Cy has space to speak. Those words are necessary and helpful, setting expectations to protect against any surprise â but they also effectively serve to stoke the darker anticipation in him, a flame slowly gaining heat. He nods at the assurance they'll talk even as his mind circles the drain around that promise, and then I'll fuck you. He's no stranger to bruises from Cy's hands, or his mouth, but the context of this is channeled by a different kind of primal want. The idea that not even struggle will stop Cy.
A hitch of breath answers the drag of that palm against his cock, desire rekindling to an easy, steady throb. It feels that his body is primed to this â it takes little to get hard again, arousal gathering in mere moments.
It's the first time manually feeling the removal of the plug. Sasuke shudders as the silicone shape slips loose from his body, a hard shiver working its way through the muscles of thighs.]
All of that sounds fine. I don't think I'll have an issue with that sort of language, but if I do, I'll tell you. [They'll see when they get there. And the thrill of that novelty, couched in trust, is potent. Sasuke leans in to take his own kiss, planted firmly across Cy's mouth.] I'm ready.
īŧ another kiss is pressed against sasuke's forehead, his palm skirts the boy's cheek and feathers into his hair. it'll be the last soft touch for a while and he savours it with a look that's edged so deeply into adoring it's half a love letter, and then in the schism of seconds between one moment and the next the expression is shuttered. it's an immediate transmutation from someone who's expressive and open to something older, darker — who accepts cruelty and revels in pressing the blade of it to someone's throat.
he twists, dislodging sasuke from where he was sitting astride his hips, and there's a brief grappling as they test each other's limits — ultimately, cy thumps him soundly prone on the mattress, jerking his wrist by the looped tether of that scarf. he sits astride sasuke's thighs, pinning him with his weight, arm pinioned at an uncomfortable angle that suggests the whisper of dislocation if he struggles too violently. īŧ
You know you can't win. īŧ even his voice has a different quality to it — cold in a way he's never sounded with sasuke even if you compare it to that first messy attempt on this very mattress. the torontonian drawl is equally absent. he bends low across sasuke's back and bites at his shoulder, possessive and with a deep press of teeth that will leave a lingering throb without breaking the skin — īŧ But you can struggle if it soothes your pride.
[It is not the first time he's witnessed that mercurial change like a whiplash, although only in its absence â as if Cy has shed a guise and stripped himself down to barer, truer parts. This isn't the same, but it chills him comparably at the tilt into cold and cruel, as he's efficiently forced down onto his stomach in mirrored image of earlier that night. Only the context has altered; he can feel it, the electric spark of change in the air between them as his arm is jerked into a sharp angle and pinned hard.
The arousal is a roar in his blood, almost smothering in its consumptive rush â Cy's harsh words send a shiver up his back that is sealed by the brand of teeth. That spot on his shoulder aches. A noisy breath bursts from him, but his jaw quickly grits down over it as if even this is a show of submission that must be extorted and not handed over willingly.]
You're all talk. [And he does struggle, less for his pride than for the promise of bruises, pulling at the silk around his wrist, not to the point of dislodging the joint of his shoulder but enough to edge close to that blister of pain. His legs, too, clench tight together, hips attempting to buck Cy's weight off of him.] I don't believe you'll do what you say.
[There's â something in his own voice, roughened and rasping, far less contained than Cy's own as he turns to look over his shoulder. Mismatched eyes are dark, wide, a little wild.]
īŧ cy winds the tether of silk around his own wrist, effectively lashing them together and ensuring that sasuke will have no grounds on which to resist so long as cy's greater strength is in play — and true to the warning he'd given the boy, he levers a hand between sasuke's legs, uses one knee to pin the boy's left thigh in a way that's not entirely comfortable to endure and then drags his thighs apart, pressing bruises into the skin that will linger long after the burn of his touch fades. the touch is not kindly, and it's practiced in an old, awful way that sasuke will, no doubt, understand the genesis of. he hasn't made a secret of those old, sad stories — but the understanding of how preferences come from trauma has been between them from the start. īŧ
You've got a funny definition of winning for the guy that's about to get fucked dry.
īŧ it's a purr of sound like black ice, remote and dangerous, so low it's barely more than a rumble of sound in his chest than something spoken aloud.
with sasuke's thighs prised apart, cy blocks him trying to outmaneuver the position, leaving one knee pinned down against the back of sasuke's left and shifting his right on the mattress until there's no hope of sasuke squirming into a different pose or preserving himself with the modesty of legs squeezed closed against the effort.
the hand tethered to the silk catches sasuke's wrist and pins it to the small of his back. he doesn't reach for the lube on the nightstand, the shift of his weight would lean too far away from the illusion — instead, he uses the void to pull a handful to his open palm, and he slicks his straining cock with a quick gesture. between the plug and their earlier efforts, it should be enough — it'll be just this side of a burn, but sasuke's never objected to that, and likely won't start now when it keys directly into a fantasy that pain laid down in him long ago.
he wipes his hand on the towel and then slaps sasuke across his reddened ass in an echo of their earlier play — but this one is as calculated to be painful as the others were to be consistently exploratory.
no matter what manner of struggling sasuke tries to do, cy has him beat at every turn. no amount of twisting or bucking of his hips seems to deter him, but the reward is the bloom of bruises against his thighs or hips or wrist. cy drags his arm up further behind his back, mindful of the sharp winged jut of his shoulder blade, and then the shift of his weight decries intent — the drag of his cock against the cleft of sasuke's ass. īŧMa petite prise de guerre, did you think you'd be spared being treated like a common whore just because you put up a fight? īŧ the head of his cock is pushed against sasuke's hole, but not quite enough to breach him open. īŧ Beg me to stop and I might be merciful.
[At the carefully controlled strength Cy demonstrates, that glimmer of just enough to make the point, Sasuke is dizzy with want. It almost shocks him, even aware as he is of those deeper grooves of attraction cut into him now by his history, his breadth of experience, his sense of self. Trauma. That is the word Cy has used to describe it, raw and violent-sounding, real. In the moment it helps to alleviate any lick of shame he would have felt to be put into this submissive position. He's fought so desperately against loss his entire life, unwilling to be brought to his knees by anyone on the battle, unwilling to be reined, unwilling to be hurt. So it's a relief, finally, to fight and struggle and know he won't win. He doesn't have to win. He's asked for this. There's nothing at stake but his body, which he's given over to trusted, gentle hands.
In the illusion of the act, now, they aren't gentle. Sasuke imagines what it would be like to truly fight back against Cy â but the urge is withheld. Bruises are pressed to aching life, naked skin dented by hard fingers, earning another gasp of breath against the bedsheets. Cy tells him he's going to get fucked dry and it's how he imagines it, as if he has been freshly rolled onto his stomach, clothes ripped off, unprepared to take a cock. The animal urgency of dominance flows hot in him; where he's pinned uncomfortably facedown, he can feel his dick throb to pulse of blood.
Arm yanked into a useless position, left leg immobilized, shoulder burning at an angle â fear is another factor safely indulged. His hand clenches around the little silver bell, its metal shape dug into his palm.
The slap of a hand resounds in the room, obscenely loud. He can feel the sting where he's already been hit not long ago. Tensed hamstrings twitch, then clench, so that when Cy drags the line of his dick against the crease of an ass, he'll find the muscles there tightly held. The unintelligible French torches straight through him.]
Don't. [Sasuke is not someone who begs easily, nor pleads for mercy, so the words emerge as if dragged out at great cost. Quiet, low, gritty with humiliation. The stroke across the rim of his hole renews a useless struggle until the effort has him panting, warm with a fine prickle of sweat.] Stop.
īŧ cy leans down, until his weight can only be endured, until sasuke is pinioned in place with an illusion of mercilessness that seems all too real now. for all that cy has forged himself into a man that is steeped in compassion, he was once a creature from whom all kindness was picked clean like a corpse.
his breath is hot at sasuke's ear as he murmurs only one word: no and it's punctuated by the inward push of his cock. every time they've done anything penetrative, cy's been gentle. he's taken care, and time, and worked him open. even the times where they've been a bit more in a hurry, he's still been methodical about it — just quick. there has still been time granted to adjust, to adapt, to accept the act of penetration on sasuke's own time and terms.
but now he's relying on the plug's intrusion and sasuke's own familiarity with the act, with his dick, to take him to the hilt in one cruel push. his attention is hyperfocused on the boy's hand where it's clutched around the bell just in case this is the thing that pushes him too far, too fast. but when neither safeword passes his lips nor bell rung, cy puts his tethered hand right between sasuke's shoulder blades as he straightens up, keeping the boy's torso firmly pushed down into the mattress in a way and with a weight that will also impact his ability to draw full, deep breaths — and then slaps at his hip in another startlingly loud blush of sound. īŧ
Your body's mine by right of conquest. You only exist to get fucked from here on out. One duty, one purpose — such a fucking filthy, breedable slut —
īŧ he keeps up the litany of awful, degrading words as he fucks into him, the snap of his hips a rough forward drive that will absolutely push sasuke against the cheap sheets and towards the headboard with every thrust.
the only sign that he's still himself, that he's still taking care even as he says such terrible things is the fact that one of the pillows is briefly shucked into the void and then reappears between sasuke and the headboard, cold with the gasp of that arctic wasteland, so he won't bang his head. īŧ
[He has felt powerless enough in his life that its sensation is branded across his soul in its own familiar, well-worn pattern. He knows its sensation too intimately â it has been carved by a clever blade held in the hand of the most important person in his life, etching the ruin of vivid memories soaked in blood. And there is a moment, as Cy bears down on him and tells him no, where his body is split on the spear of Cy's cock to a dully radiating throb that doesn't hurt but he can imagine too well â it feels almost real. Yet there's no fear, no reach for dissolution through either safeword or bell.
If anything, his body is lit by the suggestion of that reality, and this time the sound he makes as Cy seats himself in one heavy slide is a sob, emerging desperate even dry and half-smothered by the sheet. All he feels in the world is the way his ass has closed around the shape of Cy's dick, the way muscle throbs to maintain a penetration so much deeper and thicker than the plug. There's almost no time to adjust before his wrist is tugged a little harder and a hand plants between shoulder blades â and his next breath is shallow, strained, sucked against the barrier of fabric against his face.
Then Cy speaks again, and his eyes clench shut in the disorienting rush of arousal that takes hold. It is a thought barely put into his mind by the description of today's holiday associated with fertility, when Cy had insinuated it between the two of them despite the biological impossibility. Sasuke has never thought of himself in that position. It is a woman's role, a woman's sole duty. And yet Cy makes him imagine he is someone who can fulfill that role â that there is some risk of its potential, that Cy will force him to bear children, putting use to a bloodline on the verge of extinction. And the confusing twist of lust and sentiment intermingled is powerful â he feels the cold pillow against his cheek, barely registers it as he's fucked hard enough to drive him inches up the bed. He is too lost in the spiral of an animalistic urge he hardly recognizes.
The orgasm tears itself loose, evoked by that inexplicable fantasy and all of that dragging friction where his cock is pinned to the mattress beneath hips. It even surprises him; there's no warning, nothing but the wrecked noises from a smothered mouth as he comes beneath Cy.]
īŧ he can feel the clench and seize of sasuke's body as he comes, and cy slows his pace just enough — watching, again, for some sign of sasuke wanting to tap out. but there's no sign of it, even when cy loosens the pin of his hand just a little, and reaches to brush at his hair with gentle affection that is not otherwise part of this specific entanglement. it's an ask, though no words are exchanged — and sasuke's answer is to nuzzle into his hand.
it's enough. he's present, he's engaged, he hasn't used either of the hard stops available to him — so cy just scratches his nails lightly, comfortingly, against the boy's scalp in acknowledgement and continues.
the language he uses from that point is inconsequential — repeating themes or words, talk of subjugation and even praise of sasuke's strength and skill in battle, ultimately punctuated by the degradation of being called a whore or a slut, with particular emphasis placed on being his property, his war prize. sasuke's body is his entitlement, simply a vessel for cy's own pleasure. it's evocative enough — that sasuke, stripped of autonomy, kept in forced nakedness and perennial availability, is to be regarded as nothing more than something to be fucked.
the pace kept up is brutal too, and if sasuke stirs himself enough to struggle now that too is remarked upon in praise, commentary on the quality of a strong spirit and the hope that he'll keep up the resistance, that it only makes the victory that much sweeter.
when he feels the swell of a building orgasm like the cresting of a wave, he pulls out, leaving a messy drag of come from timing just slightly stuttered up the cleft of sasuke's ass and then across his lower back. the hand he'd pinned so brutally has been given just enough slack that it too gets painted by dint of its lax position, and this time when cy leans down it's to kiss sasuke's cheek and murmur a final word in that same cold voice: mine.
and then the moment is broken, and cy pitches himself onto the bed beside him, making sure they're face-to-face, reaching out to cup his cheek, thumb stroking lightly against the bone. his brow is furrowed with worry — it's likely not difficult for sasuke to infer that it's the way an otherwise confident and collected person might seek reassurance. īŧ
[He gets lost somewhere in those words, fucked thoroughly through the oversensitivity of his body and soon reduced to a trembling mess of loose limbs where he's held down to take Cy's cock. Praise weaves into degradation and stitches a picture better than anything â taking him to the brink of what he is, building him up and bringing him back down, a tapestry of raw want made whole in these hands. It feels so good. He did not know sex could feel this way, like an opening of his soul poured forth and bled into another's body.
With enough time, Sasuke imagines that he could get hard again just from bearing Cy's dick like that, every thrust punctuated by filthy language he's never imagined anyone would say to him. For him. He's taken in it, by Cy, that last word of ownership making him moan unselfconsciously â shuddering at the first hot, wet stripes of seed that paint his skin. His ass, lower back, part of his forearm; it makes him shiver all over to be marked for the second time so obscenely.
Then Cy is on the bed with him, their faces close, sharing the same air. The look on Sasuke's face is â glassy, bleary and fucked-out, touched by a softness of relaxation better showing itself when lips curve just a little.]
Cy. [He noses in, an attempt at a kiss more like he rubs his mouth against Cy's cheek.] I'm still... recovering, but â here. Come here. [And he pulls his arm around even as his shoulder protests movement, trying to draw Cy into an embrace.]
īŧ tacit permission given, cy crowds in close, butting their heads together, kissing whatever's most convenient to reach. when sasuke stirs his arm from the place it's been pinned, he flattens one palm out against his back and kneads the muscle gently, whittling the stiffness and strain down to a manageable level even as he lets himself be embraced. īŧ
You good, sweetheart?
īŧ it's said in a soft murmur, and he — sounds like himself again, warmth and easy energy infused into every word. he slings a leg over sasuke's thighs, as close as their relative positions allow. with his other hand, halfly pinned beneath his body, he tracks the tail of that scarf to sasuke's wrist and starts working it free very gently. it was never tightly wound, but it's taken some, uh, 'battle damage' that means the fabric has stiffened and is difficult to work against itself to undo the tie. still, he manages it tenderly. the rest he'll clean up in a second, but just — checking in first. īŧ
[All of those touches are answered, accepted, reciprocated â slotting himself up against Cy and seeking another kiss, and another, and another. They aren't especially deep or hungry. It's an act that anchors him back here in this bed, together with Cy.]
Mm, I am. Are you?
[The silk is worked loose carefully, and once it's off his wrist he'll smooth his hand over Cy's body in a path of skin on skin.]
It was different, to hear you talk like that. Act that way. [Not in any negative sense, if his orgasm is proof.] There was something you said... [A breath shivers out of him, head lowering to tuck his face in against Cy's collar.] I'm not sure how to approach it.
īŧ he shivers beneath sasuke's hand, listing towards the touch the way a flower will turn to track the sun. he needs the anchoring in the here and now as much as sasuke — more, perhaps. kulo vayn and the blistering focus of its attention on sasuke is an omnipresent thing, insidious. and it enjoyed that act, perhaps more than was wise to indulge. īŧ
Yeah, I'm okay. īŧ he captures sasuke's hand and kisses his palm. īŧ Here, let me go a sec. I'll find a washcloth.
īŧ he peels himself away and off the bed. he's started keeping his own neat little basket of toiletries, which is almost entirely due to sasuke, and he pulls it down off one of the small box shelves to set it on the bed. sasuke is then poked and prodded any which way cy needs him to be in order to get him tidied up, both the spill of come across his back and the evidence of his own smothered release beneath him.
cy shoos him away from the wet spot on the mattress and puts a towel down so he can lay there instead, reaching for sasuke to pull him in close. then, finally: īŧ
[The ritual of Cy's cleaning is well-learned by now, and he's pliant to the maneuver of hands, becoming as much a part of sex for him as the act itself. It's soothing, an extension of continued intimacy â mismatched eyes follow Cy's dexterous hands as he's wiped down and the towel is laid on the bed, and when Cy is finished he's easily drawn into the circle of arms. His mind, previously floating on a wave of blank pleasure, begins to center itself back into reality.
It isn't so possible to be... shy around this man, not after all they've shared together, but Sasuke still hesitates as he attempts to communicate this.]
Yes. Do you remember what you were saying before I came? [His right hand lifts, carding through Cy's dark hair.] It was the forceful statements about using me. And, there was something more â it reminded me of how you described this holiday as being focused on fertility.
[In his usual manner of No Eye Contact, Sasuke finds the ceiling to be extremely interesting.]
īŧ he blinks, mentally reviews what he'd been saying throughout. breedable, whoops. he doesn't quite manage embarrassed, (truthfully by now, nothing much could conceivable embarrass him) but he does sort of laugh a bit as he lets his hand skim across sasuke's side, over the flat plane of his belly. īŧ
Yeah. Major breeding kink over here. Sorry, I should've asked you first before throwing it in the mix — kinda just fell out of my mouth. Worked for you, though?
īŧ he's not gauging sasuke's line of inquiry as being upset or angry — more that he was, as he said, affected and is probably trying to parse out why for himself. given their earlier discussions on sex and gender and sasuke's clear feelings on the matter, it probably jarred something loose for him. īŧ
[There's more he wants to discuss â particularly on Cy's side of the experience â but this is, at present, a little stuck in his mind. In the context of this, he's also too aware of the way Cy's hand strokes across his belly, but perhaps he's imagining it.]
Yes. I'm not sure why.
['Breeding kink'. So it has a name, and an apt one.]
We've spoken about it before â having children. [Well, before he'd shut down the subject. It stirs loose some self-directed guilt.] It's a common enough idea in my own world. [Common, more like, all that matters.] I will have to return one day and do the same for the sake of my clan.
[Sasuke says it as if this is an unalterable fact, spoken with a tone of resignation and finality, because in his mind it still is.]
But, it isn't me who would... [Get?? pregnant??] I know you mentioned that there are other ways than between a man and a woman, but that wouldn't be accepted by my society. So I was surprised my reaction was [to Say The Least] âstrong.
īŧ he makes a contemplative sound, and then he noses into sasuke's space, kissing his cheek to murmur: īŧ
Do you want me to offer some suggestions on why it might've had an impact on you, or do you want me to listen while you talk it out for yourself?
īŧ it's a bit of a fraught topic for how it's so tangled up in the culture of his world, his self-perception, the deeply ingrained cultural misogyny, the trauma of loss and loneliness. cy's pretty sure he can trace a trajectory through sasuke's psyche that might've lead him to arrive at that psychological response, but. sometimes it's better to let people figure it out for themselves. īŧ
īŧ he tugs sasuke a little more tightly in against him so that the boy doesn't have to suffer the possibility of looking at him while he explains this. but he does card his fingers through his hair, and in a soft murmur: īŧ
So, for the record — the biological imperative and drive of having sex is pretty deeply engrained in the human psyche as being for the purpose of procreation. Like, obviously that is not the only reason, and it's totally normal not to want to associate sex with the act of procreation, but for some people that association is a turn-on whether or not actual pregnancy is the aim of sex itself. Don't get me wrong, some people have a fetish for actual pregnant bodies — I don't get horny looking at a random pregnant person, but if it's somebody I've knocked up, yeah, that gets me going. Like... ah, shit. īŧ he has one hand resting against sasuke's shoulder, it's raised and lowered in a bit of an approximation of a shrug. īŧ For me it's like... a further step of that sense of ownership and possession. I have sex with someone and come in them, it's like marking territory. But if I knock 'em up, that's visible, tangible evidence that tells others — that's mine. That's my person, I'm going to look after them, it makes me feel settled and creates this deep, entrenched sense of belonging and connection that goes both ways. Waking up next to someone, right?
īŧ a callback to that first fantasy he'd divulged. just — the act of having someone. despite everything, he's still a man whose first and most important memory is of a woman he loved and the child they had together balanced on her hip, silhouetted by the sun. īŧ
As far as the kink goes, it's not limited to just men and women in a sexual situation. It's really common in gay communities too — it's literally a whole subset of pornography on Earth. Biological men aren't out here thinking they can get pregnant, that part isn't physically possible yet on most worlds and requires some sort of physical modification on the ones where it is, but the thought can evoke some powerful feelings on the giving or receiving side because of how it ties in with that sense of possession and belonging and promise. For some men it's kinda about humiliation and degradation and it usually comes from misogyny, they want to be treated the way they perceive women as being treated but don't necessarily want to be a woman, you know? For others it's about imagining the act of creating life, sheltering it in their body and then having a child that represents the love or commitment to their partner. It doesn't have to be a gender identity thing, but it can align with it if there are other psychological signs. With me so far?
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Date: 2024-02-28 03:48 pm (UTC)īŧ he considers how to delineate this for a long moment, setting aside the last third of the cake for later with a few additional perfunctory scrapes of his fork to clean the cream from the plate. īŧ
Let's take spanking for example. There's a difference between me putting you over my knee and saying you've been naughty īŧ a playful lift of his eyebrows īŧ versus, hell — having you dress in a uniform and have a room set up like a class, me acting like a teacher that's pissed off you cheated on a test. The second one might involve something like a spanking, making you stand naked for 'examination', or writing lines on the chalkboard or whatever else we agree on because it makes it more immersive, easy to kinda put yourself into a different mindset. The first one's more heat of the moment kinky — the second one has a set-up, a fully roleplayed scenario, and you try not to 'break character' so to speak.
īŧ he reaches for sasuke, just sort of neatly grabbing him and pulling him astride his hips as he settles back down in his post-cake life, oop. īŧ
What I meant here was more — do you want me to lean into that sorta spur of the moment kinky talk? I think a full-on set-up for a scene that leans into rape-play would require a lot more discussion first, clear boundaries and limits and a set-up that makes it pretty different from how we normally have sex. I wouldn't do it here, for instance — my room or yours. That sort of thing needs to be really clearly disparate. Does that make sense?
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Date: 2024-02-28 05:49 pm (UTC)Cy moves him, coaxing a low sound as he's repositioned across the man's hips, jolting the plug still nestled inside his ass. His hand reflexively flashes out to Cy's shoulder for stability.]
I understand. I'd like to try it eventually, but it isn't a scenario to take lightly, and we should prepare as you say. As for this time â [his hand wanders up, fingers playing with dark strands of hair at the back of Cy's head.] Yes. I want to hear you speak that way.
[Thoughtful, just for the space of a moment.]
Would it help if I also played into that sort of talk?
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Date: 2024-02-29 04:05 am (UTC)īŧ he turns his head for no other reason than to nuzzle at sasuke's palm, pressing a kiss flat against it. his hands settle against the boy's thighs, fingers flexing lightly, pressing down. īŧ
After that I'll need a break, though.
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Date: 2024-02-29 04:22 am (UTC)You've said before that it would be hard on you. [Sasuke hasn't forgotten that explanation, although now it makes him wonder whether this is right to request.] Are you sure? I don't mind if we go with your first suggestion. I only wanted to spend time with you today.
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Date: 2024-03-01 03:58 pm (UTC)īŧ he tips his head into sasuke's hand, giving him a fond little smile. because that's the kicker, isn't it? he'd never suggest it with someone who wasn't receptive, and he'd never try it with someone whose only driving factor was pleasing him rather than an earnest enjoyment of their own.
but sasuke — their preferences align along similar, shattering lines. and he won't make sasuke feel badly for what he wants when cy is driven by the same sorts of things. īŧ
Besides, you'll look after me. That's the whole point.
īŧ he slaps sasuke's thigh, just enough to sting. īŧ
Remember your safeword?
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Date: 2024-03-01 07:50 pm (UTC)He did not lie. At this point, there's little he wouldn't do for Cy. It is even harder to imagine a life without him, a fact made most stark when they're separated, but he is trying not to let it show to any disruptive degree. That sort of dependency... it would only be a burden. He's more mature now; he knows how to face the uncertainty of the future, and he can apply that to the instability of these dimensions.
Or so he assures himself.
The slap jolts Sasuke from these thoughts with a sharp little breath, sitting straighter on Cy's lap.]
I'll take care of you. [As solemn as an oath.] And yes, I remember it. I also have this. [His right hand lifts, dangling the bell from his middle finger with a bright chime.]
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Date: 2024-03-02 07:51 pm (UTC)īŧ the silk tail is corralled in one hand, and then gently looped over sasuke's head to cradle the back of his neck, where it's tugged until it pulls him in for a deep, soft kiss. īŧ
Sit up for a sec, I'll take the plug out. Once I've got it, I'm going to flip us and push you down. I'll pin your hand against your back — you can struggle if you want to, if you try to close your thighs I'll drag them apart and leave bruises — and then I'll fuck you. I'll try not to do anything we haven't discussed or anything that's like... spontaneous. I know it can be kinda a mood killer, but if anything veers off course I'm going to stop and we'll talk first.
īŧ another little kiss, like punctuation as sasuke obeys him with a flex of his thighs. cy adjusts to support his weight so he can relax and then reaches between sasuke's legs — with a meaningful, possessive palming of his cock first — to ease the plug out. he doesn't want to deal with trying to find a place to put it so they can clean it later so instead he just yeets it into the void. it's a problem for later. īŧ
I'll use lube because I don't want to hurt you, but I'll probably use language as if I won't or wouldn't, things like 'fucking you dry'. And — it's a different psychological space to get into, so you may or may not get off. Both are fine — there's no right or wrong way to react to this. Afterwards let's debrief together and maybe hit the showers, then we can get back into the marathon, okay?
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Date: 2024-03-03 02:30 am (UTC)A hitch of breath answers the drag of that palm against his cock, desire rekindling to an easy, steady throb. It feels that his body is primed to this â it takes little to get hard again, arousal gathering in mere moments.
It's the first time manually feeling the removal of the plug. Sasuke shudders as the silicone shape slips loose from his body, a hard shiver working its way through the muscles of thighs.]
All of that sounds fine. I don't think I'll have an issue with that sort of language, but if I do, I'll tell you. [They'll see when they get there. And the thrill of that novelty, couched in trust, is potent. Sasuke leans in to take his own kiss, planted firmly across Cy's mouth.] I'm ready.
cw from here-on out: negotiated noncon dabbling
Date: 2024-03-03 03:40 am (UTC)īŧ another kiss is pressed against sasuke's forehead, his palm skirts the boy's cheek and feathers into his hair. it'll be the last soft touch for a while and he savours it with a look that's edged so deeply into adoring it's half a love letter, and then in the schism of seconds between one moment and the next the expression is shuttered. it's an immediate transmutation from someone who's expressive and open to something older, darker — who accepts cruelty and revels in pressing the blade of it to someone's throat.
he twists, dislodging sasuke from where he was sitting astride his hips, and there's a brief grappling as they test each other's limits — ultimately, cy thumps him soundly prone on the mattress, jerking his wrist by the looped tether of that scarf. he sits astride sasuke's thighs, pinning him with his weight, arm pinioned at an uncomfortable angle that suggests the whisper of dislocation if he struggles too violently. īŧ
You know you can't win. īŧ even his voice has a different quality to it — cold in a way he's never sounded with sasuke even if you compare it to that first messy attempt on this very mattress. the torontonian drawl is equally absent. he bends low across sasuke's back and bites at his shoulder, possessive and with a deep press of teeth that will leave a lingering throb without breaking the skin — īŧ But you can struggle if it soothes your pride.
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Date: 2024-03-03 04:50 am (UTC)The arousal is a roar in his blood, almost smothering in its consumptive rush â Cy's harsh words send a shiver up his back that is sealed by the brand of teeth. That spot on his shoulder aches. A noisy breath bursts from him, but his jaw quickly grits down over it as if even this is a show of submission that must be extorted and not handed over willingly.]
You're all talk. [And he does struggle, less for his pride than for the promise of bruises, pulling at the silk around his wrist, not to the point of dislodging the joint of his shoulder but enough to edge close to that blister of pain. His legs, too, clench tight together, hips attempting to buck Cy's weight off of him.] I don't believe you'll do what you say.
[There's â something in his own voice, roughened and rasping, far less contained than Cy's own as he turns to look over his shoulder. Mismatched eyes are dark, wide, a little wild.]
You haven't won yet.
it's all downhill from here (cw for actual noncon refs oop)
Date: 2024-03-03 09:05 pm (UTC)You've got a funny definition of winning for the guy that's about to get fucked dry.
īŧ it's a purr of sound like black ice, remote and dangerous, so low it's barely more than a rumble of sound in his chest than something spoken aloud.
with sasuke's thighs prised apart, cy blocks him trying to outmaneuver the position, leaving one knee pinned down against the back of sasuke's left and shifting his right on the mattress until there's no hope of sasuke squirming into a different pose or preserving himself with the modesty of legs squeezed closed against the effort.
the hand tethered to the silk catches sasuke's wrist and pins it to the small of his back. he doesn't reach for the lube on the nightstand, the shift of his weight would lean too far away from the illusion — instead, he uses the void to pull a handful to his open palm, and he slicks his straining cock with a quick gesture. between the plug and their earlier efforts, it should be enough — it'll be just this side of a burn, but sasuke's never objected to that, and likely won't start now when it keys directly into a fantasy that pain laid down in him long ago.
he wipes his hand on the towel and then slaps sasuke across his reddened ass in an echo of their earlier play — but this one is as calculated to be painful as the others were to be consistently exploratory.
no matter what manner of struggling sasuke tries to do, cy has him beat at every turn. no amount of twisting or bucking of his hips seems to deter him, but the reward is the bloom of bruises against his thighs or hips or wrist. cy drags his arm up further behind his back, mindful of the sharp winged jut of his shoulder blade, and then the shift of his weight decries intent — the drag of his cock against the cleft of sasuke's ass. īŧ Ma petite prise de guerre, did you think you'd be spared being treated like a common whore just because you put up a fight? īŧ the head of his cock is pushed against sasuke's hole, but not quite enough to breach him open. īŧ Beg me to stop and I might be merciful.
īŧ he wouldn't, but that's the point. īŧ
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Date: 2024-03-03 10:17 pm (UTC)In the illusion of the act, now, they aren't gentle. Sasuke imagines what it would be like to truly fight back against Cy â but the urge is withheld. Bruises are pressed to aching life, naked skin dented by hard fingers, earning another gasp of breath against the bedsheets. Cy tells him he's going to get fucked dry and it's how he imagines it, as if he has been freshly rolled onto his stomach, clothes ripped off, unprepared to take a cock. The animal urgency of dominance flows hot in him; where he's pinned uncomfortably facedown, he can feel his dick throb to pulse of blood.
Arm yanked into a useless position, left leg immobilized, shoulder burning at an angle â fear is another factor safely indulged. His hand clenches around the little silver bell, its metal shape dug into his palm.
The slap of a hand resounds in the room, obscenely loud. He can feel the sting where he's already been hit not long ago. Tensed hamstrings twitch, then clench, so that when Cy drags the line of his dick against the crease of an ass, he'll find the muscles there tightly held. The unintelligible French torches straight through him.]
Don't. [Sasuke is not someone who begs easily, nor pleads for mercy, so the words emerge as if dragged out at great cost. Quiet, low, gritty with humiliation. The stroke across the rim of his hole renews a useless struggle until the effort has him panting, warm with a fine prickle of sweat.] Stop.
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Date: 2024-03-03 11:36 pm (UTC)his breath is hot at sasuke's ear as he murmurs only one word: no and it's punctuated by the inward push of his cock. every time they've done anything penetrative, cy's been gentle. he's taken care, and time, and worked him open. even the times where they've been a bit more in a hurry, he's still been methodical about it — just quick. there has still been time granted to adjust, to adapt, to accept the act of penetration on sasuke's own time and terms.
but now he's relying on the plug's intrusion and sasuke's own familiarity with the act, with his dick, to take him to the hilt in one cruel push. his attention is hyperfocused on the boy's hand where it's clutched around the bell just in case this is the thing that pushes him too far, too fast. but when neither safeword passes his lips nor bell rung, cy puts his tethered hand right between sasuke's shoulder blades as he straightens up, keeping the boy's torso firmly pushed down into the mattress in a way and with a weight that will also impact his ability to draw full, deep breaths — and then slaps at his hip in another startlingly loud blush of sound. īŧ
Your body's mine by right of conquest. You only exist to get fucked from here on out. One duty, one purpose — such a fucking filthy, breedable slut —
īŧ he keeps up the litany of awful, degrading words as he fucks into him, the snap of his hips a rough forward drive that will absolutely push sasuke against the cheap sheets and towards the headboard with every thrust.
the only sign that he's still himself, that he's still taking care even as he says such terrible things is the fact that one of the pillows is briefly shucked into the void and then reappears between sasuke and the headboard, cold with the gasp of that arctic wasteland, so he won't bang his head. īŧ
cw: breeding meta......
Date: 2024-03-04 12:21 am (UTC)If anything, his body is lit by the suggestion of that reality, and this time the sound he makes as Cy seats himself in one heavy slide is a sob, emerging desperate even dry and half-smothered by the sheet. All he feels in the world is the way his ass has closed around the shape of Cy's dick, the way muscle throbs to maintain a penetration so much deeper and thicker than the plug. There's almost no time to adjust before his wrist is tugged a little harder and a hand plants between shoulder blades â and his next breath is shallow, strained, sucked against the barrier of fabric against his face.
Then Cy speaks again, and his eyes clench shut in the disorienting rush of arousal that takes hold. It is a thought barely put into his mind by the description of today's holiday associated with fertility, when Cy had insinuated it between the two of them despite the biological impossibility. Sasuke has never thought of himself in that position. It is a woman's role, a woman's sole duty. And yet Cy makes him imagine he is someone who can fulfill that role â that there is some risk of its potential, that Cy will force him to bear children, putting use to a bloodline on the verge of extinction. And the confusing twist of lust and sentiment intermingled is powerful â he feels the cold pillow against his cheek, barely registers it as he's fucked hard enough to drive him inches up the bed. He is too lost in the spiral of an animalistic urge he hardly recognizes.
The orgasm tears itself loose, evoked by that inexplicable fantasy and all of that dragging friction where his cock is pinned to the mattress beneath hips. It even surprises him; there's no warning, nothing but the wrecked noises from a smothered mouth as he comes beneath Cy.]
Dawn of the 1st Day: sixty-nine (nice) other kinks remaining
Date: 2024-03-04 01:30 am (UTC)it's enough. he's present, he's engaged, he hasn't used either of the hard stops available to him — so cy just scratches his nails lightly, comfortingly, against the boy's scalp in acknowledgement and continues.
the language he uses from that point is inconsequential — repeating themes or words, talk of subjugation and even praise of sasuke's strength and skill in battle, ultimately punctuated by the degradation of being called a whore or a slut, with particular emphasis placed on being his property, his war prize. sasuke's body is his entitlement, simply a vessel for cy's own pleasure. it's evocative enough — that sasuke, stripped of autonomy, kept in forced nakedness and perennial availability, is to be regarded as nothing more than something to be fucked.
the pace kept up is brutal too, and if sasuke stirs himself enough to struggle now that too is remarked upon in praise, commentary on the quality of a strong spirit and the hope that he'll keep up the resistance, that it only makes the victory that much sweeter.
when he feels the swell of a building orgasm like the cresting of a wave, he pulls out, leaving a messy drag of come from timing just slightly stuttered up the cleft of sasuke's ass and then across his lower back. the hand he'd pinned so brutally has been given just enough slack that it too gets painted by dint of its lax position, and this time when cy leans down it's to kiss sasuke's cheek and murmur a final word in that same cold voice: mine.
and then the moment is broken, and cy pitches himself onto the bed beside him, making sure they're face-to-face, reaching out to cup his cheek, thumb stroking lightly against the bone. his brow is furrowed with worry — it's likely not difficult for sasuke to infer that it's the way an otherwise confident and collected person might seek reassurance. īŧ
their eternal kink journey continues
Date: 2024-03-04 01:56 am (UTC)With enough time, Sasuke imagines that he could get hard again just from bearing Cy's dick like that, every thrust punctuated by filthy language he's never imagined anyone would say to him. For him. He's taken in it, by Cy, that last word of ownership making him moan unselfconsciously â shuddering at the first hot, wet stripes of seed that paint his skin. His ass, lower back, part of his forearm; it makes him shiver all over to be marked for the second time so obscenely.
Then Cy is on the bed with him, their faces close, sharing the same air. The look on Sasuke's face is â glassy, bleary and fucked-out, touched by a softness of relaxation better showing itself when lips curve just a little.]
Cy. [He noses in, an attempt at a kiss more like he rubs his mouth against Cy's cheek.] I'm still... recovering, but â here. Come here. [And he pulls his arm around even as his shoulder protests movement, trying to draw Cy into an embrace.]
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Date: 2024-03-04 02:15 am (UTC)You good, sweetheart?
īŧ it's said in a soft murmur, and he — sounds like himself again, warmth and easy energy infused into every word. he slings a leg over sasuke's thighs, as close as their relative positions allow. with his other hand, halfly pinned beneath his body, he tracks the tail of that scarf to sasuke's wrist and starts working it free very gently. it was never tightly wound, but it's taken some, uh, 'battle damage' that means the fabric has stiffened and is difficult to work against itself to undo the tie. still, he manages it tenderly. the rest he'll clean up in a second, but just — checking in first. īŧ
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Date: 2024-03-04 02:42 am (UTC)Mm, I am. Are you?
[The silk is worked loose carefully, and once it's off his wrist he'll smooth his hand over Cy's body in a path of skin on skin.]
It was different, to hear you talk like that. Act that way. [Not in any negative sense, if his orgasm is proof.] There was something you said... [A breath shivers out of him, head lowering to tuck his face in against Cy's collar.] I'm not sure how to approach it.
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Date: 2024-03-04 03:33 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm okay. īŧ he captures sasuke's hand and kisses his palm. īŧ Here, let me go a sec. I'll find a washcloth.
īŧ he peels himself away and off the bed. he's started keeping his own neat little basket of toiletries, which is almost entirely due to sasuke, and he pulls it down off one of the small box shelves to set it on the bed. sasuke is then poked and prodded any which way cy needs him to be in order to get him tidied up, both the spill of come across his back and the evidence of his own smothered release beneath him.
cy shoos him away from the wet spot on the mattress and puts a towel down so he can lay there instead, reaching for sasuke to pull him in close. then, finally: īŧ
You wanna talk about it?
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Date: 2024-03-04 04:02 am (UTC)It isn't so possible to be... shy around this man, not after all they've shared together, but Sasuke still hesitates as he attempts to communicate this.]
Yes. Do you remember what you were saying before I came? [His right hand lifts, carding through Cy's dark hair.] It was the forceful statements about using me. And, there was something more â it reminded me of how you described this holiday as being focused on fertility.
[In his usual manner of No Eye Contact, Sasuke finds the ceiling to be extremely interesting.]
I was... affected more than I anticipated.
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Date: 2024-03-04 03:45 pm (UTC)īŧ he blinks, mentally reviews what he'd been saying throughout. breedable, whoops. he doesn't quite manage embarrassed, (truthfully by now, nothing much could conceivable embarrass him) but he does sort of laugh a bit as he lets his hand skim across sasuke's side, over the flat plane of his belly. īŧ
Yeah. Major breeding kink over here. Sorry, I should've asked you first before throwing it in the mix — kinda just fell out of my mouth. Worked for you, though?
īŧ he's not gauging sasuke's line of inquiry as being upset or angry — more that he was, as he said, affected and is probably trying to parse out why for himself. given their earlier discussions on sex and gender and sasuke's clear feelings on the matter, it probably jarred something loose for him. īŧ
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Date: 2024-03-04 05:31 pm (UTC)Yes. I'm not sure why.
['Breeding kink'. So it has a name, and an apt one.]
We've spoken about it before â having children. [Well, before he'd shut down the subject. It stirs loose some self-directed guilt.] It's a common enough idea in my own world. [Common, more like, all that matters.] I will have to return one day and do the same for the sake of my clan.
[Sasuke says it as if this is an unalterable fact, spoken with a tone of resignation and finality, because in his mind it still is.]
But, it isn't me who would... [Get?? pregnant??] I know you mentioned that there are other ways than between a man and a woman, but that wouldn't be accepted by my society. So I was surprised my reaction was [to Say The Least] âstrong.
speaking of typos me @ me i just wanna talk
Date: 2024-03-05 01:23 am (UTC)Do you want me to offer some suggestions on why it might've had an impact on you, or do you want me to listen while you talk it out for yourself?
īŧ it's a bit of a fraught topic for how it's so tangled up in the culture of his world, his self-perception, the deeply ingrained cultural misogyny, the trauma of loss and loneliness. cy's pretty sure he can trace a trajectory through sasuke's psyche that might've lead him to arrive at that psychological response, but. sometimes it's better to let people figure it out for themselves. īŧ
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Date: 2024-03-05 01:40 am (UTC)I wouldn't know where to start. [He thinks back on an early conversation with Cy; it is, ultimately, an easy choice.] It helps, hearing your thoughts.
[As well as the lack of shame and judgment attached to them.]
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Date: 2024-03-05 02:03 am (UTC)īŧ he tugs sasuke a little more tightly in against him so that the boy doesn't have to suffer the possibility of looking at him while he explains this. but he does card his fingers through his hair, and in a soft murmur: īŧ
So, for the record — the biological imperative and drive of having sex is pretty deeply engrained in the human psyche as being for the purpose of procreation. Like, obviously that is not the only reason, and it's totally normal not to want to associate sex with the act of procreation, but for some people that association is a turn-on whether or not actual pregnancy is the aim of sex itself. Don't get me wrong, some people have a fetish for actual pregnant bodies — I don't get horny looking at a random pregnant person, but if it's somebody I've knocked up, yeah, that gets me going. Like... ah, shit. īŧ he has one hand resting against sasuke's shoulder, it's raised and lowered in a bit of an approximation of a shrug. īŧ For me it's like... a further step of that sense of ownership and possession. I have sex with someone and come in them, it's like marking territory. But if I knock 'em up, that's visible, tangible evidence that tells others — that's mine. That's my person, I'm going to look after them, it makes me feel settled and creates this deep, entrenched sense of belonging and connection that goes both ways. Waking up next to someone, right?
īŧ a callback to that first fantasy he'd divulged. just — the act of having someone. despite everything, he's still a man whose first and most important memory is of a woman he loved and the child they had together balanced on her hip, silhouetted by the sun. īŧ
As far as the kink goes, it's not limited to just men and women in a sexual situation. It's really common in gay communities too — it's literally a whole subset of pornography on Earth. Biological men aren't out here thinking they can get pregnant, that part isn't physically possible yet on most worlds and requires some sort of physical modification on the ones where it is, but the thought can evoke some powerful feelings on the giving or receiving side because of how it ties in with that sense of possession and belonging and promise. For some men it's kinda about humiliation and degradation and it usually comes from misogyny, they want to be treated the way they perceive women as being treated but don't necessarily want to be a woman, you know? For others it's about imagining the act of creating life, sheltering it in their body and then having a child that represents the love or commitment to their partner. It doesn't have to be a gender identity thing, but it can align with it if there are other psychological signs. With me so far?
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