īŧ mischievously — albeit mindfully of his various little hurts — cy shifts their positions, pressing sasuke down into the mattress as he straddles his hips. he pulls the blanket over them like a veil of night and leans down, rearranging himself until he can steal a kiss. the drape of his body along sasuke's is careful, weight kept off any of the places he may be especially sore, but not — shying away from the contact, either. arms cross on sasuke's chest, forearms braced just below his clavicles as he urges sasuke's thighs apart so he can lay bonelessly between them. īŧ
'A man sees his reflection three times in life. In his enemies, in his blade, in his children.' It's possible that both things were true — that you felt something akin to what they were feeling, and you fed into each other's emotions.
īŧ one hand shakes free of his repose, and brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead. it's longer now, and he finds himself wondering if he should offer to cut it, or leave well enough alone. īŧ
[He goes along with it, tipping onto his back and splaying his legs to cradle the warm weight of Cy's body between them, awash in the easy affection and intimacy of the conversation. There is no tomorrow, no yesterday — he is singularly focused on this moment. The adoring way he looks at Cy attests to it, a soft openness he has gone most of his life unable to express.]
Then I've seen my reflection twice. [In his opponents and in his blade.] Only one left.
[It's not hard to ignore the places where he's sore and aching when Cy is in front of him. That touch sweeps damp hair off his brow, revealing both eyes, one dark and one pale.]
... Orange. [He has to think back to the ones Cy had mentioned, mouth twitching playfully.] Yellow. Blue, perhaps some red. [His right hand lifts, settling at the back of Cy's neck.] Hm. I feel purple, but I don't know what that one means.
but it's true, that even with the strenuous taxation of the scene that it hasn't dimmed his desire. it isn't even lust, really, it's just the desire to be playful and close, to exist in the warmth and intimacy and love of casual nudity and touch. īŧ
No — purple was somewhere between the tranquillity of blue and the passion of red. Contentment. Safety. Belonging.
īŧ he nuzzles at sasuke's jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the pale column of his throat. which reminds him, actually — īŧ
Do you feel like you're ready to wear a day collar? One of the subtle ones, so no one would necessarily know what it signified unless you told them.
[He scoffs — an effect lost by the smile Cy manages to pull out of him with that joke. Smiles come easier around this man.]
I would've believed the first one if you hadn't told me. [The nuzzling coaxes him to lift his chin, supplying Cy's lips better access to his throat.] The day collar is like jewelry, isn't it?
[At least, as he understands; he hasn't seen too many with his own eyes beyond a few shop displays. A shift of legs draws them a little more snug around Cy's hips.]
... I'd consider it. I don't think it's something that makes sense concealing at this point — our relationship. Though, I wouldn't feel comfortable announcing it to a stranger. [Cy already knows his tendency toward modesty in that realm.] Do you want me to?
( he braces one arm beside sasuke's head so he can look at him properly. mismatched eyes so beautiful in the low light, expression soft. sasuke is rarely guarded around him now — another gift. )
Yes. ( it's quiet, but earnest. ) I'd love to see a symbol of our bond any time I looked at you. But only if you were comfortable with it, only if you wanted it.
[A little shy, his gaze slides away, though it comes back — studying Cy through a screen of lashes. Don't read his thoughts and perceive his engagement plans.]
I'd like that too. What sort of day collar would you pick out? I don't know much about them, or how they would look.
[But if it feels anything like wearing the collar for Cy, then he knows it will be worth it.]
īŧ one finger traces the line of sasuke's collarbone from his shoulder towards his midline, dipping in against the suprasternal notch. īŧ
Normal ones sit about here. They usually have a little circle or something that's a callback to a collar, but frankly I don't care about what's 'standard' — we could design our own thing if we wanted, or create some new tradition. But purple looks good on you, so I'd probably go with something in that tone range.
A circle like the ring on a collar. I wouldn't be against something like that, unless we came up with another idea.
[His hand strays across one of Cy's shoulders, feeling the shape of muscle, the warmth of skin under his palm.]
So, you own me. [A callback to the tail-end of the scene — but maybe he does genuinely want to believe it, tipping his chin up.] Purple is good. It would match the other one.
No, it's — a lot of specialized professions require a certain sort of schooling back on Earth. When you become an engineer in Canada, part of your graduation is getting an iron ring. It's meant to remind you about the ethos of being an engineer. The first rings were made from the remains of a bridge collapse that killed almost a hundred people.
īŧ so perhaps sasuke can understand why that's something that would resonate with him on a deeply personal level, beyond his own proclivity towards mathematics and architecture and engineering. a reminder to do your work well, to safeguard lives — little wonder he misses it. īŧ
I don't know if I care about getting it back specifically, but I could always make one. I'm sure there's iron here, you can make a, ah... shit, what are they called... a foundry, out of just about anything. Fire extinguisher would work. Actually, you could probably melt a chunk down — do you know how hot your fire can get? Iron melts at 1538 degrees Celsius.
[He watches as Cy's mind begins to work through the problem, a brilliance whose shine has not diminished even across countless years — and his own expression is soft, distracted from the question. He blinks and takes a moment to fix his thoughts back.
When you're too busy admiring your boyfriend to pay attention —]
Ah, my normal katon might work, if it's hot enough. I do have a technique more powerful than that... it's called Amaterasu. Black flames. But — there's a possibility it will melt too fast. It doesn't leave much behind.
[yeah I can vaporize stuff with my magic eyeballs??]
I don't know the exact temperature. I've heard it described to be as hot as the surface of the sun, but it could be an exaggeration. How much is that?
īŧ right, sometimes he forgets that your entire life has been head empty only murder. cy makes a speculative sound, and then: īŧ
So, ah... fire can burn at different intensities. Blue's the hottest, then white, yellow, orange, red. Earth's sun, for instance, is classified as yellow — but human eyes perceive it as being white from space and yellow through our atmosphere due to diffusion even though it's actually at the highest end of the 'green' spectrum. Eyeball biology thing. Actually, do you know if your visual acuity allows you to see more colours than a normal person?
īŧ yes he is abruptly sidetracked by this. he may not be a biology nerd, but he's certainly a science nerd and that classifies, so. īŧ
— Ah, anyway. Depending on the colour your sun looks through the atmosphere of your planet, you can ballpark the temperature range. Blue would be around forty thousand Celsius. Red would be around three thousand. Either way, hot enough to melt iron.
I don't know if I see more, but... it does allow me to visualize a person's chakra as color. Though that ability has been almost useless since coming to these dimensions. [He can still sense foreign power, just with less clarity.] My sun is yellow.
[He tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Sometimes orange, though. And a deep red when it's close to the horizon. It changes. Is the temperature changing too?
īŧ you will be quizzed appropriately at a later date. probably: there will be a spanking. 'name all the colours a star can emit' and sasuke's gonna hit him with chartreuse or something, lordy. īŧ
Does my energy have a colour to you?
īŧ additional sidequest of curiosity tho. then, more seriously — īŧ
And ah, well. The temperature's a constant — though suns do cool over time, it takes billions of years depending on the size of the star, and how much fuel it has to consume. It wouldn't be a fluctuation that would happen within a day-night cycle — but when the sun's setting or rising, the light has to travel through more of the atmosphere before it reaches your vision than it does when it's directly overhead. You're not wrong that it appears visually different, though.
Kind of, but it's vague. It's more of a feeling or a sensation than color, which is probably why I find it so difficult to track you. [And he suspects it is more Kulo Vayn's energy, given the taint to it.] Over time, however, I've improved. Sometimes I'll sense you before you've teleported into the room with me. Or when you teleport an item — it feels like static, or a cold wind before it happens.
[Perhaps it is the Sharingan adapting to Cy's presence; he can't say for sure. This is all uncharted territory now — his ancestors were unlikely to have gone this far with their power.]
... This is complicated. I'll see if there are any textbooks about the sun in the library.
īŧ that's said teasingly, with a nip to sasuke's jaw before cy pushes himself down the length of his body, stopping when he's, you know. level with his dick. he leans down, mouth grazing just below the jut of one hip bone, and then: īŧ
I give you enough cooling off for a l'il īŧ yes he makes the ubiquitous Blowjob GestureTM with one closed fist and a push of his tongue against his cheek. yes that is the question, 'offered to suck ur cock pls respond' īŧ
[They have done this — too many times to count, by now, but Cy's abrupt proposal still tints his face a little pink.]
Really? I came a lot, compared to you.
[Yes, he knows. It's not transactional. But it does feel extremely favored toward his own pleasure, and perhaps it's difficult to swallow that outright, even as his legs shift beneath Cy's weight, rapt to the nearness of that mouth in their naked state.]
īŧ there's another lazy little kiss pressed to the shaft of his softened cock, then: īŧ
I know you liked it. That's not in question for me. īŧ he doesn't want sasuke to think his pleasure wasn't clear. it was, which is perhaps the only reason that cy's capable of handling the debrief with aplomb. but knowing he's enjoying something when the role he's playing suggests otherwise still hits a different note than when sasuke can be wholly immersed in his own enjoyment. but he knows he'll go easier to rest if his last memories of their intimacy together are of obvious pleasure and not feigned refusal, no matter how much the latter sears lust into the core of his being. īŧ But I want to hear you gasp and moan for me, feel your thighs shake, have you say my name like a prayer when you're close. I want to touch you gently and taste you.
īŧ he rubs his cheek against the iliac furrow of his hip just for the enjoyment of the tactile sensation. īŧ
You can spoil me tomorrow. I will submit gallantly to your every whim. But if you think you can get off one more time — I'd like that.
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[There was no argument to be made, because Sasuke was never going to deny it — yet hearing those words only enhances the significance, igniting a simmer of heat in his belly for the expression of sentiment. Cy's stubble is a gentle rasp against his hip, breath gusting in the crook of a thigh where it meets the neat, sparse curls of dark pubic hair around his softened cock.
A teenage libido betrays him, however, because there's a twitch of interest as flesh begins to flush with blood and slowly stiffen. Arousal evoked simply by the way Cy describes his own pleasure to him.]
I can. [This, quietly murmured. He doubts there is a universe where he would ever refuse to do what Cy asks of him, and this is no different.] It just might... take longer, if that's okay.
īŧ he nudges sasuke's thighs further apart so he can settle on the bed, warm palm cupping the boy's balls as he does, in a ginger, loving hold. he kisses them too, laving at the sack with his tongue. everything is achingly slow, methodical and exacting, as singleminded now in the pursuit of sasuke's enjoyment as he was in his pain. īŧ
I wanted to take my time anyway. Even if you can't get off, it's fine — just stop me when it's too much, okay? īŧ a pause. then: īŧ Would it help if you took some of my energy? īŧ ah, hold on — īŧ Not to come faster or because I'd be upset if you can't get off, I meant — just to feel more rested.
[Even asking, he knows Cy means it, but the hesitancy still rises as a result of an ability he has used only to the detriment of opponents in the past — and for the moment of how it felt to pull from Cy's energy, exhilarating and heady. Yet Cy's mouth distracts him from any of this worry, balls still sore from earlier abuse soothed by a hot, lapping tongue, thighs shivering as his legs splay apart.]
It was intense last time, but... it might help. [Breath spills on an exhale, body further responding as his cock fills out, half-hard now. He pushes his head back against the mattress in a loose-limbed sprawl.] My chakra isn't suffering, it's just — the fatigue, mostly.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:13 am (UTC)īŧ mischievously — albeit mindfully of his various little hurts — cy shifts their positions, pressing sasuke down into the mattress as he straddles his hips. he pulls the blanket over them like a veil of night and leans down, rearranging himself until he can steal a kiss. the drape of his body along sasuke's is careful, weight kept off any of the places he may be especially sore, but not — shying away from the contact, either. arms cross on sasuke's chest, forearms braced just below his clavicles as he urges sasuke's thighs apart so he can lay bonelessly between them. īŧ
'A man sees his reflection three times in life. In his enemies, in his blade, in his children.' It's possible that both things were true — that you felt something akin to what they were feeling, and you fed into each other's emotions.
īŧ one hand shakes free of his repose, and brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead. it's longer now, and he finds himself wondering if he should offer to cut it, or leave well enough alone. īŧ
What do you think I'm feeling?
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:28 am (UTC)Then I've seen my reflection twice. [In his opponents and in his blade.] Only one left.
[It's not hard to ignore the places where he's sore and aching when Cy is in front of him. That touch sweeps damp hair off his brow, revealing both eyes, one dark and one pale.]
... Orange. [He has to think back to the ones Cy had mentioned, mouth twitching playfully.] Yellow. Blue, perhaps some red. [His right hand lifts, settling at the back of Cy's neck.] Hm. I feel purple, but I don't know what that one means.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:36 am (UTC)īŧ 'duh'.
but it's true, that even with the strenuous taxation of the scene that it hasn't dimmed his desire. it isn't even lust, really, it's just the desire to be playful and close, to exist in the warmth and intimacy and love of casual nudity and touch. īŧ
No — purple was somewhere between the tranquillity of blue and the passion of red. Contentment. Safety. Belonging.
īŧ he nuzzles at sasuke's jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the pale column of his throat. which reminds him, actually — īŧ
Do you feel like you're ready to wear a day collar? One of the subtle ones, so no one would necessarily know what it signified unless you told them.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:49 am (UTC)I would've believed the first one if you hadn't told me. [The nuzzling coaxes him to lift his chin, supplying Cy's lips better access to his throat.] The day collar is like jewelry, isn't it?
[At least, as he understands; he hasn't seen too many with his own eyes beyond a few shop displays. A shift of legs draws them a little more snug around Cy's hips.]
... I'd consider it. I don't think it's something that makes sense concealing at this point — our relationship. Though, I wouldn't feel comfortable announcing it to a stranger. [Cy already knows his tendency toward modesty in that realm.] Do you want me to?
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:55 am (UTC)Yes. ( it's quiet, but earnest. ) I'd love to see a symbol of our bond any time I looked at you. But only if you were comfortable with it, only if you wanted it.
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Date: 2024-07-19 05:03 am (UTC)I'd like that too. What sort of day collar would you pick out? I don't know much about them, or how they would look.
[But if it feels anything like wearing the collar for Cy, then he knows it will be worth it.]
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Date: 2024-07-19 06:16 pm (UTC)īŧ one finger traces the line of sasuke's collarbone from his shoulder towards his midline, dipping in against the suprasternal notch. īŧ
Normal ones sit about here. They usually have a little circle or something that's a callback to a collar, but frankly I don't care about what's 'standard' — we could design our own thing if we wanted, or create some new tradition. But purple looks good on you, so I'd probably go with something in that tone range.
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Date: 2024-07-19 06:59 pm (UTC)[His hand strays across one of Cy's shoulders, feeling the shape of muscle, the warmth of skin under his palm.]
So, you own me. [A callback to the tail-end of the scene — but maybe he does genuinely want to believe it, tipping his chin up.] Purple is good. It would match the other one.
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Date: 2024-07-19 11:46 pm (UTC)If I had my engineering ring, I'd just put that on a necklace for you. It's one of the only things I had from Earth that mattered to me.
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Date: 2024-07-19 11:50 pm (UTC)[Obviously, if it was important to Cy — then it's important to Sasuke.]
You might be able to ask for it back. Occasionally there are opportunities.
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Date: 2024-07-20 12:06 am (UTC)īŧ so perhaps sasuke can understand why that's something that would resonate with him on a deeply personal level, beyond his own proclivity towards mathematics and architecture and engineering. a reminder to do your work well, to safeguard lives — little wonder he misses it. īŧ
I don't know if I care about getting it back specifically, but I could always make one. I'm sure there's iron here, you can make a, ah... shit, what are they called... a foundry, out of just about anything. Fire extinguisher would work. Actually, you could probably melt a chunk down — do you know how hot your fire can get? Iron melts at 1538 degrees Celsius.
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:08 am (UTC)When you're too busy admiring your boyfriend to pay attention —]
Ah, my normal katon might work, if it's hot enough. I do have a technique more powerful than that... it's called Amaterasu. Black flames. But — there's a possibility it will melt too fast. It doesn't leave much behind.
[yeah I can vaporize stuff with my magic eyeballs??]
I don't know the exact temperature. I've heard it described to be as hot as the surface of the sun, but it could be an exaggeration. How much is that?
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:10 am (UTC)Uh, depends. What colour is the sun on your planet?
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:11 am (UTC)Are there different colors?
[He didn't know math, why do you think he'd know this?]
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:27 am (UTC)So, ah... fire can burn at different intensities. Blue's the hottest, then white, yellow, orange, red. Earth's sun, for instance, is classified as yellow — but human eyes perceive it as being white from space and yellow through our atmosphere due to diffusion even though it's actually at the highest end of the 'green' spectrum. Eyeball biology thing. Actually, do you know if your visual acuity allows you to see more colours than a normal person?
īŧ yes he is abruptly sidetracked by this. he may not be a biology nerd, but he's certainly a science nerd and that classifies, so. īŧ
— Ah, anyway. Depending on the colour your sun looks through the atmosphere of your planet, you can ballpark the temperature range. Blue would be around forty thousand Celsius. Red would be around three thousand. Either way, hot enough to melt iron.
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:35 am (UTC)I don't know if I see more, but... it does allow me to visualize a person's chakra as color. Though that ability has been almost useless since coming to these dimensions. [He can still sense foreign power, just with less clarity.] My sun is yellow.
[He tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Sometimes orange, though. And a deep red when it's close to the horizon. It changes. Is the temperature changing too?
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:48 am (UTC)Does my energy have a colour to you?
īŧ additional sidequest of curiosity tho. then, more seriously — īŧ
And ah, well. The temperature's a constant — though suns do cool over time, it takes billions of years depending on the size of the star, and how much fuel it has to consume. It wouldn't be a fluctuation that would happen within a day-night cycle — but when the sun's setting or rising, the light has to travel through more of the atmosphere before it reaches your vision than it does when it's directly overhead. You're not wrong that it appears visually different, though.
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:58 am (UTC)[Perhaps it is the Sharingan adapting to Cy's presence; he can't say for sure. This is all uncharted territory now — his ancestors were unlikely to have gone this far with their power.]
... This is complicated. I'll see if there are any textbooks about the sun in the library.
[what were we even talking about]
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:05 am (UTC)īŧ that's said teasingly, with a nip to sasuke's jaw before cy pushes himself down the length of his body, stopping when he's, you know. level with his dick. he leans down, mouth grazing just below the jut of one hip bone, and then: īŧ
I give you enough cooling off for a l'il īŧ yes he makes the ubiquitous Blowjob GestureTM with one closed fist and a push of his tongue against his cheek. yes that is the question, 'offered to suck ur cock pls respond' īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:11 am (UTC)[They have done this — too many times to count, by now, but Cy's abrupt proposal still tints his face a little pink.]
Really? I came a lot, compared to you.
[Yes, he knows. It's not transactional. But it does feel extremely favored toward his own pleasure, and perhaps it's difficult to swallow that outright, even as his legs shift beneath Cy's weight, rapt to the nearness of that mouth in their naked state.]
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:27 am (UTC)īŧ there's another lazy little kiss pressed to the shaft of his softened cock, then: īŧ
I know you liked it. That's not in question for me. īŧ he doesn't want sasuke to think his pleasure wasn't clear. it was, which is perhaps the only reason that cy's capable of handling the debrief with aplomb. but knowing he's enjoying something when the role he's playing suggests otherwise still hits a different note than when sasuke can be wholly immersed in his own enjoyment. but he knows he'll go easier to rest if his last memories of their intimacy together are of obvious pleasure and not feigned refusal, no matter how much the latter sears lust into the core of his being. īŧ But I want to hear you gasp and moan for me, feel your thighs shake, have you say my name like a prayer when you're close. I want to touch you gently and taste you.
īŧ he rubs his cheek against the iliac furrow of his hip just for the enjoyment of the tactile sensation. īŧ
You can spoil me tomorrow. I will submit gallantly to your every whim. But if you think you can get off one more time — I'd like that.
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:47 am (UTC)A teenage libido betrays him, however, because there's a twitch of interest as flesh begins to flush with blood and slowly stiffen. Arousal evoked simply by the way Cy describes his own pleasure to him.]
I can. [This, quietly murmured. He doubts there is a universe where he would ever refuse to do what Cy asks of him, and this is no different.] It just might... take longer, if that's okay.
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:57 am (UTC)I wanted to take my time anyway. Even if you can't get off, it's fine — just stop me when it's too much, okay? īŧ a pause. then: īŧ Would it help if you took some of my energy? īŧ ah, hold on — īŧ Not to come faster or because I'd be upset if you can't get off, I meant — just to feel more rested.
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Date: 2024-07-20 06:49 pm (UTC)[Even asking, he knows Cy means it, but the hesitancy still rises as a result of an ability he has used only to the detriment of opponents in the past — and for the moment of how it felt to pull from Cy's energy, exhilarating and heady. Yet Cy's mouth distracts him from any of this worry, balls still sore from earlier abuse soothed by a hot, lapping tongue, thighs shivering as his legs splay apart.]
It was intense last time, but... it might help. [Breath spills on an exhale, body further responding as his cock fills out, half-hard now. He pushes his head back against the mattress in a loose-limbed sprawl.] My chakra isn't suffering, it's just — the fatigue, mostly.
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Date: 2024-07-21 05:01 pm (UTC)I'm sure. Wouldn't offer if I wasn't. If there's a chance it might help, I want you to. If it doesn't help, well, then we know for next time.
īŧ he drops a quick kiss down against sasuke's skin, and then extricates one hand to reach for his. īŧ
C'mon, my beautiful weird-ass ninja magic man who can do entirely wild shit with his eyeballs.
īŧ this is said with so much teasing affection tho.
but yeah: ninjas real strange to him. īŧ
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