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[hallowing]

（ he'd expected that overeager rush to the finish line, and so the fact that sasuke is going slow is — new. soft and sweet. seeing sasuke push his hair back, he brushes it back and secures it with a hand, warmly fond against his scalp. ）

Oh, I see.

（ it's not a complaint, more an enlightened aha sort of murmur. ）

Gonna make me work for it, huh, sweetheart?

[chokuto]

[His lips settle gently at the glans, ensuring that his voice is felt against the sensitive skin of Cy's cock in a warm vibration.]

Is that a problem? I thought I was giving you more time to look.

[With no need to keep his hand in place now, he lowers his arm — bracing it down on the bench beside Cy's knees so that his position is better slanted forward, covering Cy's lap. His mouth slips over the head, then off again, an audible wet pop of sound.]

[hallowing]

（ he laughs, and then tightens his hand briefly in sasuke's hair — warning, reminder, ownership all — and then eases back. ）

I've made you dangerous.

（ not a new sentiment by any means, but it's said fondly. as sasuke tongues at his cock, enveloping the head of it briefly in the wet heat of his mouth he exhales with just a bit of a shiver, hollowing out the gust of breath.

his hand slips to sasuke's cheek, thumb dragging against his bottom lip and then pushing inwards, forcing his mouth open. he doesn't try to drag him forward onto his cock, content to let him take what time he needs and to let him tease and play. it's new enough, and unique enough that he's enjoying the novelty of it all. but that he likes to look at sasuke in a debauched state is writ plain, the way he bites at his own lip as he traces sasuke's teeth, pushes his thumb down against the seat of his tongue.

a soft murmur, then — ）

You're so easy to love.

[chokuto]

[A shudder works through him at the grip in his hair, how it feels like even now, on his knees, he's cradled in careful hands. Everything he knows is as Cy has taught him. Pleasure has lost its terror in vulnerability, opening a world of connection and good feeling he'd never thought possible for someone like him. At Cy's side, he is safe.

He doesn't resist the press of that thumb down on the flat of his tongue, though he laps at it as he does the slit of Cy's cock, then at soft foreskin, offering the blunt ridge of his teeth as he knows Cy likes. Finally there's obedience, lips parting further to fit his mouth around the girth of him — unable to stifle a moan, because he craves this part most of all, that feeling of having his throat filled to a stretch. Still slow, still exploratory, licking a new wet line further down on Cy's cock before he withdraws again and noses into the pubic curls at the base. His voice is a rough murmur.]

Only because of you. You're the reason I can do any of this. [And be okay.] You've made me a better person.

[hallowing]

Nah, nah.

（ that's a soft little murmur. he lets one hand fall away from sasuke's hair, mind slipping briefly to consider his messy bedside table. there's an elastic there, some leftover bit of packaging from something he's bought, and he has to pull his mind into focus. it's difficult, like stepping through hip-deep molasses — but after a moment he manages it, and calls the elastic to hand without taking a chunk of his cheap formica table with it. then, very gently, he smoothes sasuke's hair back and works it into a little topknot to keep it out of his face.

which looks pretty silly, actually, and makes him laugh a bit, batting at the hair like an especially entertained cat. then, more sombrely — ）

I didn't make you anything. I just rounded off a few edges. You always were who you are. Don't give me credit where none's due. You got yourself here, t'che verai.

[chokuto]

[Shifting on his knees, Sasuke looks up — comically owlish, for a moment, at what has been done to his hair. Excuse me?]

This looks stupid.

[A huff, though one he ensures is breathed directly against Cy's cock, still kept close to the soft press of his mouth.]

... And it isn't that I disagree with you, not completely, but your influence is significant to me. [The way he just — rubs his lips against the slit, almost playful, enjoying the texture of hot, velvet-soft skin against his mouth.] You helped me get here.

[hallowing]

Sweetheart, I could wrap you in ribbon, roll you in glitter, and slap a rubber chicken on ya junk like a dick koozie and it wouldn't look stupid. You can pull off any look. Something about the cheekbones.

（ he cups his cheeks playfully in demonstration, thumbs tracing along the bone. a faint lift of his hips nudges the head of his cock against sasuke's lips, but gently. ）

We help each other. That's part of the fun. Never settle for someone who doesn't water you.

（ ... hold on — ）

Sorry, Chiskikani thing. Mutual growth and crop-tending metaphor. Just a down-home farmboy at my core, huh?

[chokuto]

[That — makes Sasuke laugh, and though it is never an overstated reaction in him by any means, it comes a little easier to him in that moment, breathy and ticklish against Cy's cock. Which also feels almost absurd to him, that they're talking about this in the middle of the act, but — it's so easy with Cy. He feels in the moment as never does anywhere else.]

I enjoy that side of you. [Those hands are warm on his cheeks, and he nuzzles into them like a cat.] All right. Then, I'll water you. I promise.

[It is just as important to him that Cy can share such a Chiskikani sentiment.]

[hallowing]

You do.

（ and, tender sentiment thusly concluded: ）

Now, get on with the dick-sucking, you gorgeous little reprobate. Sensei wants to blow a load all up in ya esophagus.

（ is it even cy if he doesn't turn around and get patently ridiculous about sex after a round of those sweet, sweet nothings? no. ）

[chokuto]

You ruined it.

[With a purposefully dramatic sigh, Sasuke — of course — is obedient to the instruction, letting his tongue lave out to dampen Cy's cock where it has cooled dry to the open air.]

Perhaps sensei needs to provide his student with a better incentive if he wants to use his student's throat. What do I get out of it?

[A little attempt at role play, emboldened by the trust sheltered so gently between them.]

[hallowing]

Well, you've really been hankering for that top mark in your math class...

（ it's perhaps a little gentler than it might have otherwise been, given how disastrously their last attempt at this had really gone. his expression is soft, even as his fingers grip at the back of sasuke's head and his other hand wraps around his cock, dragging it in a messy smear across sasuke's lips. ）

Get me off, and I'll consider changing it for you. If you do a good enough job.

[chokuto]

[By reflex his mouth opens, lapping up the smear of precome when Cy drags his dick across his lips, tasting the bitter flavor with an unmatched crave for this man alone.]

I do want it. [It's such an easy, effortless scenario — he can picture himself between Cy's legs, if Cy truly was his sensei, seeking special treatment. Wanting to be seen, wanting to leave an impression. He would do anything for it.] I'll be good.

[Without hesitation, he resumes by slipping his mouth over the head of Cy's cock and taking it halfway down in a greedy swallow, less playful and more desperate than before. He works it as deep as he can on that first push — nearly to the back of his throat, where that initial strain of pressure is a gratifying burn — and then out, and then back in. He still has not raised his hand yet, not even when he pulls off a third time, choosing instead to nuzzle down at the base and kiss the tight swell of balls there directly, bathing tender skin with his tongue in broad swipes.]

[hallowing]

（ having sasuke on his knees isn't new, and neither is the fact that cy straightens out into a lazy pose, long legs bracketing sasuke's body, ankles crossed behind him. when sasuke murmurs that he'll be good, cy's answering rejoinder is a soft laugh and a sweet nothing asserting certainty — that sasuke always is.

one hand strokes along sasuke's arm where it's laid down beside him on the bench, eventually resting with his palm settled along his wrist as if to restrain him there as sasuke takes him deep. there's a drawn-out exhalation, and then a flex of his hips that chase the perfect fit of his mouth as he pulls back. his cock is hard, slicked with saliva and a glaze of precome at its tip, and when sasuke turns his attention to his balls, cy curls his other hand around his cock and gently swats him with it across the cheek. ）

Such a slut, trading favours for grades. Not your first time on your knees either, huh?

[chokuto]

[He likes this feeling — enclosed in Cy's long legs, the cross of ankles behind him making it impossible to go anywhere. As if he would try. The hand on his wrist is equally restraining, so that his whole world is the warm cradle of Cy's thighs, that salt-bitter taste on his tongue, that scent of sex and purely Cy in his nose. He shivers when Cy's cock swats his face, something about the base degradation of it curling up in his belly and making his own thighs squeeze tightly together.]

And if I said it wasn't? [He sucks at Cy's balls where they've drawn up tight against his body, then lifts his head again and mouths the tip, gathering the smear of fresh precome.] That I've done this before, for other men?

[Confidence has him toeing that line in this play, to feel possessed by Cy — less in the pursuit of jealousy than the desire to be wanted, owned, belonging only to this man. He demonstrates his experience by slipping his lips over the crown of Cy's dick and sinking as far down as he can physically reach, opening his throat as he has learned and practiced, swallowing in a hot seal until his nose brushes the very root.]

[hallowing]

Mm, I might — （ for all his impossible composure, there's no real reason to cling tightly to it here. he lets himself get a little lost in the moment, the faint genesis of a groan a rumble in his chest. ） — have to fail them in retaliation.

（ a laugh, and then his left hand circles tight to the back of sasuke's head, holding him there. sasuke, more than once, has expressed his enjoyment of and desire for being choked on his cock and cy is more than happy to give that to him. he keeps him in benediction, suspended in airlessness, movement from that point on fully informed by a slow roll of his hips. each time they do this, he makes sasuke wait a little longer. suffer a little more. this time, he'll drag him right to the yawning edge of a blackout unless sasuke fights him first. ）

Or was it another teacher who put you on your knees and slid their cock down your throat for a favour?

[chokuto]

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

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

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

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

[hallowing]

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

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

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

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

[chokuto]

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

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

[hallowing]

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

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

Almost.

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

[chokuto]

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

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

Cy.

[hallowing]

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

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

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

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

[chokuto]

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

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

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

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

[hallowing]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why are they like this

[chokuto]

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

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

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

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

i have no idea how it happened but here we are

[hallowing]

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

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

（ guilty pleasure, oop.

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

How're we feelin'?