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[chokuto]

[Enjoy his hair being a mess of flyaways. Receptive to those gentle fingers, however, Sasuke only sighs in relaxation — his own voice emerges, low and sleepy.]

I don't know if I'll ever be used to hearing you say those things. [It isn't a complaint, if the way he squirrels into their embrace suggests anything.] But that's fine. I don't want to take it for granted.

[It can surprise him, every time.]

I've slept alone my entire life. [With his knee held, Sasuke rolls himself on top of the man without sitting up — a sprawl of bodies aligned from head to toe, nuzzling the sparse hair on Cy's chest with his cheek.] So, I'm grateful as well.

[hallowing]

( there's a warm, sunny laugh, low with the last vestiges of sleep. )

Look at us being all sappy first thing in the morning, huh?

( he's not at sasuke's level of youthful exhuberance popping a semi with the first drawn breath of wakefulness, but the proximity and the sweetness of intimacy are doing it for him. his hips flex up in a lazy little nudge, and he wraps both arms around sasuke just for the sake of holding him. )

Wanna go out for breakfast?

[chokuto]

[There's a thoughtful hum, felt in vibration between where their bodies press together, and he deliberately shifts his weight to align their hips in that lazy, indulgent rub.]

I want to eat you for breakfast.

[Bad flirting in the early AM.]

[hallowing]

（ that gets a pleased little snort of sound from him before he kisses at the side of sasuke's head. gently, ）

Oh yeah? How do you want me?

[chokuto]

You're going to make me decide?

[He turns his head, laying his cheek against Cy's chest]

Hm. I want to ride you. [Nothing complicated, but that sleepy hunger is in his gaze — the desire to get Cy hard and just... sink over his cock, without waiting.] It'll help wake you up.

[hallowing]

Sounds like an insurmountable hardship to me.

（ said seriously, with a serious expression. for about three seconds, and then he's laughing again. ）

Get it? Hardship?

（ he's hilarious actually. but obligingly, he reaches between them, nudging sasuke up a bit so he can wrap one hand around both their cocks at once in a slow, lazy stroke. the friction is tantalizing, and his breath catches as the heads of their cocks drag against one another. ）

We goin' full meal deal here, or do you want me to fuck your thighs?

[chokuto]

Idiot.

[(affectionately) Don't make him put a pillow over your head for such a stupid joke.]

I changed my mind. [His voice is still breathy, mind working slowly through the shroud of sleepiness — but the first touch of Cy's hand between their bodies is a hot, shivering little jolt, bucking his hips into the squeeze of that hand to feel friction drag.] I want you to fuck my thighs. Can you do that while I'm on top of you?

[He doesn't have to ride Cy, he's just come to learn that it's one of his favorite positions.]

[hallowing]

（ don't mind him he's just busy jerking them both off with smooth little flicks of his wrist, careful not to pinch the delicate skin. he makes an affirmative noise, sort of a drawn out hmm-hm? and then: ）

It's a little trickier, but doable. We could do it like this, we'd just need to move you a bit higher. （ one thumb presses down against the head of sasuke's cock, casual possession. ） Or you could sit in my lap, or we could switch to spooning. Or you could lay on your back with your knees over my shoulders and I could fuck your thighs that way.

（ there's one long, slow stroke, and then he drops his hand to the base of sasuke's cock and squeezes there, just a little firm. ）

Dealer's choice.

[chokuto]

[His eyelashes flutter, drawn into competing wants — and distracted by Cy's hand between them, that silky drag of skin as his cock is worked by clever fingers, as he feels the swell of Cy's own length tucked in hot against him.]

All of it. Everything. [A drowsy, thoughtless mumble, until he breathes out through his nose and amends:] ... Someday, I want everything.

[It feels impossible to ever tire of this. He could go an eternity sharing Cy's space, kissing his mouth.]

Sit up. Let's do it in your lap.

[hallowing]

Oh, sweetheart. We've got time. There's nothing I wouldn't try with you.

（ he noses at him, kisses the corner of his mouth and then nudges him up so they can arrange themselves accordingly. he leans against the wall, pulling sasuke sideways into his lap, directing him to cross his legs at the knee for greater pressure between the thighs. rather than use lube, he just palms a smear of precome from their cocks and hips his hand between sasuke's thighs, seating himself there shortly thereafter. he keeps one hand on sasuke's cock, stroking him at an easy tempo. ）

I have some ideas for a few other things we can try, if you want to get feisty afterwards. （ they were separated for a few days, after all. it's not like they don't fuck enough to make up for lost time, but there's a persistent yearning for sasuke when he's not around, like a thirst that can't be slaked. ） I want to try some CBT — cock and ball torture, don't let the name scare you off — with you, if you think you'd be up for it.

（ yes, just casually talking about future plans while he fucks sasuke's thighs with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips? yeah. normal of him, actually. ）

[chokuto]

[Pliant to the familiar handling, he settles upright in Cy's lap with this changed position, legs crossed to narrow the space between his thighs into a tighter funnel. He likes looking down at the sight — Cy's cock squeezed between the grip of his thighs, wet with precome, the tip a dark and ruddy flush of color off-set by his own paler skin. Cy's strong hand on him, jerking him off with those slow and lazy pulls that make him squirm with impatient need, ridge of knuckles and long, clever fingers almost mesmerizing to watch.

When Cy speaks, he looks up, desire reflected in his face undisguised.]

I remember you talking about it before. [As if the word torture would frighten him away, rather than pique a darker interest.] I'm interested in trying. What would it involve?

[Sasuke tries to keep his attention on the conversation, but it drifts a little despite himself, thighs rubbing together to feel the hard line of Cy's dick between them.]

cy: 'torture tho' and sasuke just (PUPILS DILATE)

[hallowing]

（ he leans in close, nuzzling at sasuke's throat. the boy's weight is negligible to him, so he requires almost no conscious thought to buck upwards into him, cock an easy glide between tight thighs as precome glazes his skin. it feels good, though part of him wishes the position was flexible enough that he could lean down and close his mouth over sasuke's cock. he probably could, if he wasn't leaning against the wall — lessons learned for next time. ）

If I put you in a humbler, （ he'd talked about that before, and has since pointed one out in a sex shop, though he hasn't purchased one yet. ） it basically holds the balls away enough from the body, forces you to your hands and knees. From there, we could figure out what sort of sensation you'd prefer. There's devices that can clamp on to the top of the humbler that can just provide pressure — or we could try something like a riding crop for that kinda sting-y pain. Either way we'd start small. Maybe work it into a full spanking.

sorry he's not right in the head

[chokuto]

[The words are almost as intoxicating as the sensation, demonstrated by how quick he is to find Cy's mouth and kiss at it, licking to taste deeper inside, greedy for every point where their bodies can connect. Only after he's flushed and breathless does he relent, lips wet where they press against Cy's cheek, then his ear, then into the soft tuck of skin behind it.]

Then let's try it — the humbler. [As if he isn't already carried away by the idea alone — more urgency in the buck of hips, his own hand slipping down to cover Cy's, reshaping the grip of fingers to include his balls in a tighter squeeze.] I like the idea. I think that I would like the pain, too.

look they both aren't. it's wildly mutual of them.

[hallowing]

（ cy takes the cue easily, and takes it a step further — nudging sasuke to wrap his own hand around his cock, while cy envelops his balls in a gentle squeeze, compressing them with a knead of his fingers. ）

We'll find out.

（ he leans his cheek against sasuke's, and then murmurs: ）

Don't come. I wanna spend the day edging you. Think you can do that for me?

（ he's explained to sasuke in the past that if he comes by mistake it's not a big deal — that cy likes it both ways. the discipline of obeying him to a fault, and the idea of having driven the boy so far he can't help himself. perhaps that's why the question is soft, spoken as he nuzzles at him, catlike. ）

🥺 when the chemistry hits

[chokuto]

[It's almost cruel — that squeeze sending a throb of pleasure through him on the very edge of dull discomfort, a line delicately and deliberately straddled. While he's used to the sensitive places of his body, this one feels new and unplumbed; he's not accustomed to how tender it feels having his balls kneaded, vulnerability set in the center of Cy's warm palm, enough that his heels drag on the sheets as if he's just repressed a thrash.]

Unfair. [Huffed out, barely audible — but certainly not a refusal.] ... I'll do it for you.

[Or he'll try, as much as he's able. The way his thighs clamp together is less for Cy's dick wedged between them than it is his own attempt to tamp down on the building urgency in the pit of his belly.]

Is there... something that can help prevent it?

[hallowing]

Yeah. There's a couple things you can do.

（ he lets the touch ease to a gentle cradle, thumb working over tender flesh. ）

There's numbing gels and creams that people use to reduce sensation. They help, but unless you're keen on the idea I'd rather not. I want you to feel it. Cock rings can make you last longer, a chastity cage can make people feel desperate and on edge but doesn't let them get fully hard because of the constriction. It depends on what you want to feel.

（ he nudges against sasuke's temple, kissing his cheek. ）

I think you'd like chastity cages, but you're still new enough to doing anything sexual that I'd be leery of doing anything that makes arousal feel like a punishment just yet. You've come a long way, but I don't want to put you in a position where you feel like what I'm after is not letting you come at all, and not just the fact that I like controlling you that way. What do you think?

[chokuto]

I want to feel it too.

[This is agreed without hesitation, breath snagging a bit on the words as he feels the pressure of that grasp ease, smoothing sensitive nerve-ends.

Cy's guidance is helpful — he soaks it in, as always, even with his attention split down the middle.]

You're probably right. [Given his own issues up to this point around pleasuring himself, he understands why Cy is being careful.] So, we could try the ring. It may not prevent an orgasm, but at least it might help me resist a little longer.

[hallowing]

Okay.

（ he leaves his balls alone for now — plenty of time for that now they've decided on what their after-breakfast activity can be — and just braces his hand overtop sasuke's on his cock as he guides the boy to stroke himself gently. another thrust of his cock breaches the tight channel of sasuke's thighs, feeling almost like relief after the constriction. it does not, notably, stop him from dragging his hips downward again, rutting against him unhurried and sensual. ）

And it's okay if you come early, too. （ a bit of an apologetic little butt of his head. apologetic only because he knows he's said this before — but he hopes that sasuke will take it as care rather than nagging. ） You know I like it.

[chokuto]

I know.

[Under the temperance of Cy's hand, he doesn't touch himself too roughly — led in slow, gentled strokes that draw out the pleasure until he's tensed with it, crossing his knees tighter to restrict the gap between his thighs. He likes watching Cy's cock slide between them, near enough to brush against their joined knuckles.]

And I like doing what you tell me to do, so... I'll try.

[He tips his chin, seeking a kiss.]

But I want to make you come, at least. All over my thighs.

[hallowing]

Yeah, that's not gonna be a challenge.

（ it's said with a breathless huff of laughter, as he leans into sasuke more heavily, letting him take his weight. ）

Wanna try talking me through it?

（ a little bit of give and take. ）

cw: more pregnancy kink 🤡

[chokuto]

[He makes a thoughtful sound, enjoying the negligible burden of Cy's weight in that lean for the warmth it shares between them, pressing his mouth to Cy's chin, dragging lips across roughened stubble in tactile contact. He considers what to say. In the intervening weeks, he's tried boldness — but in those cases, he often had the resort's influence clearing away any uncertainty. Not like this, clear-minded except for the fog of sleep slowly beginning to recede.]

I like feeling your body against me. [A shift, rubbing his thighs together just to feel where the muscular flesh has dented in the squeeze of that tight furrow.] I like how hot your cock feels. It's hotter than the rest of you, even though you're warm everywhere, right here, it's... [To demonstrate, he frees his right hand to cup over the head of Cy's cock where it slips in a messy glaze. He rubs over the tip in open-palmed strokes, thumb edging in at the slit and gathering the fresh, slippery strings of precome to smear into his own thighs like obscene artwork.] I could stay this way for hours if you wanted me to, just letting you use my thighs.

[He doesn't look at Cy's face as he speaks — some of his own bravery requires a slip into that meditative state of thought, laying his cheek against the round curve of Cy's shoulder. His breath is a whisper on skin.]

I want to wake up with you in our bed for the rest of my life. So I can roll over, put my mouth on you first until you're hard on my tongue, until I can't breathe, and then I'll sit on your cock — I want that, every day. Every morning. [He rolls his hips, simulating that act of penetration as he drags the clench of his thighs against Cy's dick.] And... I want to have your children.

[He tilts his head, mouth ticklish at Cy's ear.]

I want you to fill me up. Every morning, until it takes, until you've made me pregnant. [Now his hand moves, catching one of Cy's to place it over his belly in a deliberate caress. A mirror of the fantasy Cy had painted, in the library.] I want you to put your child inside of me. My body will change. My stomach will swell, my breasts will get heavy. But I know you'll take care of me like that.

they just keep circling back here like an uroboros

[hallowing]

（ it may be an echo, a whisper of the words he's murmured in quiet moments, breathed low between them. but while sasuke's always been receptive of it, it's the first time he's really stepped into the fantasy for himself and sketched it into open air. cy's breath catches in his chest as if oxygen has gained an impossible gravity, outmatched only by the psychological weight.

he comes on the next upward rut of his cock between sasuke's thighs, which serves only to continue the theme of artwork in motion, that slippery, intimate glide that joins them. the shiver that grips him is almost violent, smothered down by the fact that he wraps his arms around sasuke and presses his face into the crook of his neck less to swallow the soft animal sound that follows or the tears that catch in his lashes like dew, and more just to be nearer, closer. he's never been afraid to show vulnerability with sasuke, and he wouldn't start here. there's no apology for it — he just lets himself have that moment of weakness, knowing that sasuke will hold him through it. ）

[chokuto]

[The intimacy is laid bare between them as he feels Cy come, as the press of a cheek against his shoulder brings the hot wetness of tears, and Sasuke's arm is immediate in its slide around Cy's body to cradle him close in turn. His thighs separate, stained with the pearly-white shine of release — as much evidence of love as the gentle way Cy tucks against him. Because he doesn't mean for this relationship to ever go one way; he will protect Cy as Cy protects him.]

I love you more than I can say.

[More than words or even actions could express. More than the world, the moon, all of the stars in the sky. More than he has ever loved before. And where the fear of such depth of feeling lays inside of him, there's also an exhilarating strength in it. Like he can do anything with Cy at his side.

He kisses the soft corner of an eye, then a warm temple, letting his lips linger on skin.]

[hallowing]

I know.

（ it's acknowledgement rather than dismissal, and he just — lets himself be held for a moment. vulnerability is something he's had to learn to show by aching degrees, because there was a time when he would have rather people thought his mind as invincible as his body. but it's easy here because they've made it easy.

he butts his head lightly against sasuke's, and then turns his head to seek out a kiss. ）

Au-delà du temps.

[chokuto]

Au-delà du temps.

[The butt of that head is met gently, and then he turns it into a cat-like nuzzle, twisting slightly around in the man's lap for a more proper cuddle. His messy thighs are a bit of a problem that prevent him from shifting the seat of his weight too far, lest he smear them everywhere, but for now — he likes wearing Cy's come on his skin.]

Do you want to take a shower, or eat breakfast first?