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.
[There's a slight huff, amused at Cy's portrayal of his abilities — because it's not really so inaccurate — and then allows himself to focus on the task. Their hands meet, braiding fingers together as his own expression gentles into one that speaks to the volume of his own feelings for this man who has already changed his life beyond recognition.]
All right. I trust you.
[It isn't difficult to slip into the stream of Cy's energy — it emanates from him, a tireless current of power so alien to the chakra channels he is more accustomed to finding. Where the Rinnegan continually drains him (though negligible in a place like the resort that doesn't require him to fight), this is a different feeling, a tug in the opposite direction — feeding his reserves that vibrant, cold shock of vitality until it fills his whole body. He only takes a small amount, like a sip at the rim of a cup; still it pulses electrically through him until he's bright-eyed, awake, dizzyingly aroused.
Legs close more tightly round Cy's body as his hips roll up, seeking touch. Breath escapes him — and he's surprised by a flicker of fire from his lips, like a candle flame, extinguished when he closes his mouth. His tongue tastes a little sooty.]
īŧ as before, the drain on his energy is negligible — it doesn't hurt, but he's aware of the transfer as energy leeches through the touch. sasuke's thighs encircle his ribs in a tight squeeze, and at that flex of his hips he shifts to lick a stripe along his cock. his attention flickers upwards to watch his face — just in time to catch that little gust of fiery breath. cy just — laughs at that, delighted. īŧ
Wait, wait, wait — does that mean I make you all hot and bothered?
īŧ bothered is punctuated by the lift of his free hand to stroke along sasuke's cock, the gesture a little awkward for how he has to slot his arm between the meld of their bodies — but he doesn't want to stop holding sasuke's hand just to make the act a little easier. īŧ
You're ridiculous. I think you would know that anyway.
[Just — perhaps not so literally. But it's true, Sasuke feels rejuvenated from that heady undercurrent of energy, like he's pressed himself up against an open flame, sensation skittering across nerves in a pleasurable weave of power. It seems to do more than simply fill his reserves, an effusive bloom of heat through his system. Not sexual — that's all in the way Cy's touches his cock, which has become fully hard under the man's hand.]
Cy...
[Now he's just awake and revitalized enough to feel needy against the slow pace set, squirming against the arm around his body and press of Cy's weight on top of him.]
īŧ it's an inquisitive noise, innocently made while he mouths at the head of the boy's cock, not quite to the point of closing his lips around it, tracing his tongue beneath the jut of the glans. īŧ
[How dare you make him say it... though at this point, Sasuke is far enough past the point of embarrassment that it isn't so difficult, bending into that tease with an increasing need.]
Will you use your mouth? [It's a soft, murmured request — rough at the edges where he's still lit up by the transfusion of energy.] On my cock.
[He can't help another push of hips, trying to chase those lips even as their positions afford him no real freedom of movement.]
īŧ he brings their hands down so he can kiss the back of sasuke's and rub his cheek against his knuckles like a cat, and then: īŧ
Of course.
īŧ it's so easy, so effortless to sink into the moment. to take his cock into his mouth, let it rest heavy on his tongue, cheeks hollowed with a gentle suck that tastes like salt and musk. as promised, he takes his time — exploratory and slow. he likes to push sasuke to orgasm quickly — less because he doesn't enjoy the acts themselves, but because getting him to that precipice and over, seeing him dragged to the edge of pleasure again and again and again is a privilege. but there have been times he's taken his time, drawn it out like this — and it's no less delightful.
he lets their joined hands rest against sasuke's belly in an echo of the nature of the scene they played out, their mutual desire and wants as he does it. he noses in against sasuke's pubes, taking him as deeply as length allows, and then eases back teasingly. when he comes up for air: īŧ
What did you think of the cock ring, by the way? Is that something you'd like to do more of?
[The pace is both merciful and cruel — it doesn't drive him to that quick and almost brutal release of orgasm Cy is certainly skilled enough to take him to in an instant, but neither does it seem to relent in its teasing, its thorough exploration more for intimacy than any delivery of gratification. The slick, hot interior of Cy's mouth swallows him down with no denial, and Sasuke cries out quietly as his head rolls back on the sheets, thoughts so scattered that for a moment he doesn't even realize he's been asked a question.]
Ah... Yes. [It takes him a minute to even recall the experience across the span of — everything else they did.] It felt like another way for you to control me.
[He wants Cy's mouth to return to his cock as soon as it's gone, bereft, wet skin cooling in the room, needy and hard and leaking a few pearly drops of precome at the slit in the absence of attention.]
īŧ laughter is a brief gust, breath hot over the head of sasuke's cock as he tongues at the slit playfully. īŧ
Ah, well, you know I go wild when you give me that control.
īŧ another long, thoughtful lick. īŧ
Want a finger up your ass?
īŧ there's no doubt he's sore, but that's never stopped him before. cy may do many things to sasuke, but treating him like glass will never be one of them — he can make up his own mind one way or another. īŧ
[Words that suggest — well, that a finger in his ass isn't going to provide it. There's no way for Sasuke not to feel worked up from Cy's mouth alone, hyperaware of every flicker of breath and lave of a tongue between his legs.]
Did... you like it? Using the cock ring on me. [He swallows, throat working to try not to devolve into a moan.] And the humbler.
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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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Date: 2024-07-21 05:57 pm (UTC)All right. I trust you.
[It isn't difficult to slip into the stream of Cy's energy — it emanates from him, a tireless current of power so alien to the chakra channels he is more accustomed to finding. Where the Rinnegan continually drains him (though negligible in a place like the resort that doesn't require him to fight), this is a different feeling, a tug in the opposite direction — feeding his reserves that vibrant, cold shock of vitality until it fills his whole body. He only takes a small amount, like a sip at the rim of a cup; still it pulses electrically through him until he's bright-eyed, awake, dizzyingly aroused.
Legs close more tightly round Cy's body as his hips roll up, seeking touch. Breath escapes him — and he's surprised by a flicker of fire from his lips, like a candle flame, extinguished when he closes his mouth. His tongue tastes a little sooty.]
... Oh.
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Date: 2024-07-21 06:06 pm (UTC)Wait, wait, wait — does that mean I make you all hot and bothered?
īŧ bothered is punctuated by the lift of his free hand to stroke along sasuke's cock, the gesture a little awkward for how he has to slot his arm between the meld of their bodies — but he doesn't want to stop holding sasuke's hand just to make the act a little easier. īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-21 06:15 pm (UTC)[Just — perhaps not so literally. But it's true, Sasuke feels rejuvenated from that heady undercurrent of energy, like he's pressed himself up against an open flame, sensation skittering across nerves in a pleasurable weave of power. It seems to do more than simply fill his reserves, an effusive bloom of heat through his system. Not sexual — that's all in the way Cy's touches his cock, which has become fully hard under the man's hand.]
Cy...
[Now he's just awake and revitalized enough to feel needy against the slow pace set, squirming against the arm around his body and press of Cy's weight on top of him.]
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Date: 2024-07-21 06:21 pm (UTC)īŧ it's an inquisitive noise, innocently made while he mouths at the head of the boy's cock, not quite to the point of closing his lips around it, tracing his tongue beneath the jut of the glans. īŧ
You gonna ask me nicely?
īŧ yes he is going to make you say it!! īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-21 06:57 pm (UTC)Will you use your mouth? [It's a soft, murmured request — rough at the edges where he's still lit up by the transfusion of energy.] On my cock.
[He can't help another push of hips, trying to chase those lips even as their positions afford him no real freedom of movement.]
Please.
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Date: 2024-07-21 07:11 pm (UTC)Of course.
īŧ it's so easy, so effortless to sink into the moment. to take his cock into his mouth, let it rest heavy on his tongue, cheeks hollowed with a gentle suck that tastes like salt and musk. as promised, he takes his time — exploratory and slow. he likes to push sasuke to orgasm quickly — less because he doesn't enjoy the acts themselves, but because getting him to that precipice and over, seeing him dragged to the edge of pleasure again and again and again is a privilege. but there have been times he's taken his time, drawn it out like this — and it's no less delightful.
he lets their joined hands rest against sasuke's belly in an echo of the nature of the scene they played out, their mutual desire and wants as he does it. he noses in against sasuke's pubes, taking him as deeply as length allows, and then eases back teasingly. when he comes up for air: īŧ
What did you think of the cock ring, by the way? Is that something you'd like to do more of?
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Date: 2024-07-21 07:27 pm (UTC)Ah... Yes. [It takes him a minute to even recall the experience across the span of — everything else they did.] It felt like another way for you to control me.
[He wants Cy's mouth to return to his cock as soon as it's gone, bereft, wet skin cooling in the room, needy and hard and leaking a few pearly drops of precome at the slit in the absence of attention.]
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Date: 2024-07-22 03:26 am (UTC)Ah, well, you know I go wild when you give me that control.
īŧ another long, thoughtful lick. īŧ
Want a finger up your ass?
īŧ there's no doubt he's sore, but that's never stopped him before. cy may do many things to sasuke, but treating him like glass will never be one of them — he can make up his own mind one way or another. īŧ
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Date: 2024-07-22 06:55 am (UTC)[Words that suggest — well, that a finger in his ass isn't going to provide it. There's no way for Sasuke not to feel worked up from Cy's mouth alone, hyperaware of every flicker of breath and lave of a tongue between his legs.]
Did... you like it? Using the cock ring on me. [He swallows, throat working to try not to devolve into a moan.] And the humbler.
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