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[chokuto]

[Now he really wants to destroy a staircase.]

Then I'll let you concentrate. And I'll be there in a minute.

[Yes, he knows Cy can tolerate it, but still — he hastens his own step when he reaches the staircase and begins to ascend, keeping an eye out for wherever Cy had managed to teleport.]

[hallowing]

（ by the time sasuke gets there, cy is sitting at the top step looking none the worse for wear save perhaps the fact he's now barefoot and the right leg of his pants looks a little tattered near the hem. but when he sees sasuke he reaches to gently curl a hand around his ankle as he draws near, and then he lets go. content to let that be enough in public. ）

Hey. Thank you for being ready to come, pistols at dawn, to my dramatic rescue.

（ also hello he recognizes that wrapper — ）

— with breakfast, even!

[chokuto]

Not that it was necessary. It seems you figured it out.

[There's a moment of relief, warmed by the touch before he unceremoniously claims the spot next to Cy on the step, close enough their shoulders brush. Then he sets the sandwich in his lap to unfold the foil one-handed before picking it up again, offering it out.]

You'll have to get used to teleporting to the eighth floor from now on. Don't get the math wrong again.

[To someone else, it sounds chiding — but Cy knows his tone and his bossily disguised concern well.]

[hallowing]

Ruined my boot, though.

（ he heals. his clothing, alas, does not. ）

Once I've been to your new digs I'll just teleport there each time I need to. （ a little bump of his shoulder in thanks as he takes the wrap with a little hand gesture of gratitude. ） So long as I'm still welcome to come and go as I please in Milord's lofty chambers.

（ he's teasing — he knows sasuke would want him there, and that this new place will inevitably be their new base of operations, just like cy's room has been for the past months. ）

[chokuto]

[With the most serious look on his face —]

It's not mine. It's ours. Since you're not that focused on ranking yourself up, [read: won't let him rank you up!!!!] then you should be with me.

[... his brow furrows a little.]

Ah. You're joking.

[hallowing]

I'm joking.

（ amused confirmation before he surreptitiously looks around and, confident that there's no one within sightlines of them he leans into sasuke's space and drops a quick kiss against his temple. and then resumes gnawing on the veggie wrap. ）

Guess that makes you the sugar daddy now, huh?

[chokuto]

The what?

[He's just — distracted by the kiss, thoughts skewing out of focus more than he'd typically allow in a public place, skin warm where Cy's mouth touched his temple.]

[hallowing]

The one who pays for all my needs, wants, and everythings in betweens in exchange for sexual favours.

（ ah, but he knows that look — bright, feverish. his mind slips back through time to the maiden curse, and it's the impetus for him to get to his feet and haul sasuke up after him. ）

To be meted out at your most eminent discretion, of course. Where's this room of yours?

[chokuto]

That better be a joke too.

[Mister funny man... but he goes easily to his feet, towed by Cy's hand and unwilling to give it up once they're moving, fingers braiding together in an act of PDA that is telling in itself.]

Here. [Sasuke takes over the lead and pulls Cy behind him until they reach the correct suite. Then he unlocks it with his Watch, their hands still joined — he hasn't actually been inside yet, so the cleanly patterned carpet is as much a surprise to him as it will be to Cy when the door opens into a modest entry hall. There's a console table under a mirror with a fake potted plant set on it; Sasuke toes his shoes off and moves further in, leading Cy, discovering a spacious living room, adjacent bedroom, and an attached bathroom.] ... It's large. We'll have to move our belongings.

[hallowing]

（ well, it's not his warehouse-turned-loft-apartment in toronto, but it's not a hole in the wall, either. cy gives the place an appreciative whistle as he steps inside, and once the door is closed he shifts closer to sasuke, curling his arm around the boy's shoulders so their hands are lifted upwards together. ）

I can do that. You want the stuff under your bed?

[chokuto]

Finish your breakfast first.

[Muttered as he moves in against Cy, unconsciously beginning to rub his cheek against the man's warm throat, having missed him in only the trivial time they were apart. The proximity makes the distraction in him worse — he feels a hot chill begin to creep over his skin, extracting his hand to slip it under the back hem of Cy's shirt.]

... but yes, under the bed. There isn't much.

[hallowing]

（ he makes a thoughtful hum as he shoves the rest of the wrap into his mouth and chews (obnoxiously) as he just. hefts sasuke around the middle and slings him over one shoulder. he puts a hand against his ass to steady him and then just moves through the room until he finds the bed and deposits him onto it.

and then immediately (still chewing) crawls in beside him.

if sasuke even tries to protest he just holds up a finger, shhh, give him a goddamn second to swallow and then — ）

I have a feeling we're not going to be going anywhere any time soon, so before you get all frisky with me, let me go get your things.

[chokuto]

[There's squirming protest as he's swept quite literally off his feet and carried to the bed, dropped onto it with efficient grace. Sasuke feels — hot, of course, but also wildly unable to sit still, because as soon as Cy is in range he's crawling closer, trying to climb on top of him before he's even finished swallowing his food.]

Can't you just move them here with your power?

[pupils dilated, shallow breathing]

[hallowing]

I mean, I could.

（ as soon as sasuke straddles him, he's pretty much over and done with. rather than protest, he just folds his hands neatly behind his head — not quite submission to sasuke's whims so much as amused tolerance of his increased libido. physical effects, he'd said. well. ）

Ask me nicely.

[chokuto]

[His right hand braces itself on the bed, leaning into Cy's space — a shiver is beginning to take to his body, and he knows this is the effect of the Diamond suit, but it comes on faster than he expects. Gratefully, his head remains clear.]

And if I don't, you'll leave my things there? [Now he shifts upright, sitting pretty in Cy's lap and fully confident with his claimed position.] The box under my bed has lubricant in it. And toys.

[hallowing]

Lots of things we can do without lubricant. And toys.

（ similarly at ease, his ankles cross, no issue taken with sasuke's weight in his lap. ）

You're not really sweetening the deal for me here, darling.

[chokuto]

Please?

[He tips his chin, and the submission he offers now isn't weakness — like Cy has taught him, it's a display of strength.]

Will you move my things for me, sir? I'll do whatever you want me to do.

[hallowing]

（ wow that was 0-100 of him actually. ）

Of all the times to start calling me sir with gusto, Jesus.

（ hello his cock is like half-hard over here from that little show alone???? lord have mercy, but this boy is dangerous. ）

Okay, okay — gimme a sec.

（ he lets his hands drift and settle against sasuke's thighs, thumbs stroking at the skin — parsing the math out in his mind. he's spent so much time in sasuke's room that half of it, at least, is simple — he knows exactly how far they are from that low ranked floor, and if he closes his eyes he can see it as they left it last. he knows where sasuke stores his items, knows how he folds his blankets, and with a slight downward tug at one corner of his mouth for the sake of concentration, he reaches for the items and pulls.

sasuke's neat little containers, full of his personal effects and toiletries and other items of use slip between planes and materialize on the floor nearby. a second pass, a bit more tentative, just.

brings the bed.

congrats, the tiny little bed with its shitty little mattress is now taking up a corner of the room.

cy looks at it. looks at sasuke. his expression is almost achingly soft, and he reaches up to capture sasuke's cheek and tug him down for a kiss. ）

I've got a soft spot for it, and you've got the room now.

（ the majority of their sex has happened in his room, because up until now it was the larger space — but the first time he slipped his fingers inside sasuke's body and coaxed him to orgasm was on that bed, and maybe he's sentimental about it. ）

[chokuto]

[As single-minded as he is in the moment, there's a — hiccup, then, disbelief shading his expression as the bed appears in the room on a cold thread of energy. All of his items are there and in order, but it's the tiny little mattress that most surprises him, easily fitted up against the wall in a neat corner, making stark the difference in dimensional size of the room right away.

He looks at Cy owlishly.]

It's just a bed.

[A soft spot...? His brow furrows.]

What are we going to do with a bed we don't need?

[hallowing]

It's not just a bed.

（ cy starts the act of peeling sasuke's shirt off over his head, baring his torso and all the evidence of a life lived in the throes of trauma, leaning up to kiss a scar across one pectoral that looks like a puncture wound as his hand gently cradles the amputation site of his arm, fingers smoothing out the bandages so there are no wrinkles or risk of a pressure sore. ）

I held you on it. It was the first place I had my fingers inside you. It was the first place you hid yourself from view but let me draw the covers back to see how beautiful every part of you truly is. It smells like you, and that's home to me.

（ another kiss is dropped against sasuke's left shoulder, right above the termination of the bandages. ）

We can burn it if you don't want to keep it, that's okay too. But it's — ours, in a way I don't want to surrender to anyone else.

[chokuto]

[It shouldn't surprise him now, but that gentle love pours over him in a warm rush as Cy articulates a deep sentimentality he might have otherwise taken for granted, never noticed — bringing color and meaning to the thin mattress otherwise an insignificant fixture of the resort's cold care.

Sasuke takes a breath to steady himself, emotion heavy in his chest. It echoes back on the arousal he's already feeling until the wave becomes almost too much, shiver working through muscles, rigid and tense.]

No, that's... [Can't believe he's borderline feral horny and Cy is about to make him cry.] We can keep it. If it really means something to you.

[His right hand lifts, fingers combing through Cy's hair. All of the places he's touched are warm, well-loved, soft.]

But now I think you should carry me over to that bed. I'd rather have sex there.

[hallowing]

（ he pats the bed they're currently on, and reassures it aloud: ）

It's okay, bed. You'll get your turn. I foresee many, many nights of hard, long use.

（ those words are punctuated playfully by a press of his palm against sasuke's groin, fingers skimming against the curve of his cock. but, as asked — he gathers sasuke up into his arms and carries him over to the corner, maneuvering the mattress down with one hand before he deposits sasuke atop it in a spill of blankets. the lube has to be rummaged for, mostly because he doesn't remember which container is where, so he does that while he instructs sasuke to undress.

once he's found the lube, he pulls his own shirt off, kicks his pants to one side, and drops bonelessly onto the mattress beside sasuke even as he is in the midst of dumping lube into one hand, reaching for whatever part of him is closest, his touch whisper-light and gentle. they're both on their sides, facing one another — which means cy has to hook one hand against sasuke's thigh and slip in closer, encouraging sasuke to rest his bent knee high up on his ribcage so that cy can reach (not without awkwardness) between his legs.

there's a press of cool lube against sasuke's skin at that most vulnerable part, and then he pauses briefly, and leans in to kiss him. ）

I should've asked instead of just assuming. Do you want to drive?

（ like. he tops like 98 percent of the time and it's never been a problem, but he also doesn't want sasuke to feel like it's obligatory (as much as the boy obviously, obviously loves taking things up his ass. ）

[chokuto]

[He braces for the distance he's carried in that short trip across the room, limbs clinging to Cy as he's dropped in a languid sprawl across the bed — he turns his cheek to rub against the soft fibers of that orange blanket, familiar, treasured for the reminder of one of the first gifts Cy had ever given him. Directed to undress, Sasuke is quick to obey, peeling out of his clothes until his body is bare to scrutiny. There is some nostalgia shaken loose by Cy's words — how once he hid himself from view, shied from the warm hands on him now as they're rearranged into intimate position.

The progress they've made across these days they've been together eludes him at times, but now it is clear and vivid and close. He meets that kiss, eager for it, burning down to the core for Cy's lips against his own, Cy's tongue dragging hot into his mouth. There are wet fingers between his legs, near his hole, and when Cy pauses to ask that question he huffs into it.]

You're not wrong to assume. This is usually how we do it.

[His brow creases thoughtfully for a moment, and then in a surge of strength he pushes Cy onto his back, completing a straddle across the man's waist in the process. His right hand reaches behind to guide lube-slick fingers into his hole in a hard push. One, two, three — however many Cy is willing to give him at once. It feels easy to relax into it, like the Diamond on his palm has carved him into pliant willingness, a fluency of arousal that turns his blood hot and torrid.]

I'll ride your cock like I did the first time. Do you remember? You had to slow me down, because my instinct was to go at it ruthlessly, because it felt so good I couldn't control myself... [Sasuke mimics this, grinding his ass down against Cy's knuckles.] I'd never taken a cock before. Yours was the first. And I want yours to be the last.

[hallowing]

（ there's no objection when sasuke shifts their position, nor when sasuke manhandles his fingers, three pressed deep into his body at that nurtured shove. the way he moves is just a little uncanny, clearly influenced. if this were not an established relationship, he would find it — offputting, something that cleaves too close to a lack of consent, autonomy stripped from a partner too deeply affected by the casino's influence. but they have done this too many times and loved too well for him to be bothered now, with sasuke — and rather than offputting, he finds the show of strength, the sinuous shift of his hips, the vying for control to be immediately, intensely arousing.

he has never been shy about calling sasuke beautiful, about offering poetic worship to every part of him — to touching him in the trace of old scars. looking up at him, at the flex of powerful thighs as sasuke hikes himself up and seats cy's fingers deeply in a downward push of his hips, no new revelations are made about the quality of his appearance. but love is augmentation and accentuation to it all, and though he's mapped out the boy's scars a thousand times by now it seems like each time they do this cy is overwhelmed anew by the way they're etched into his skin like marble. the way light from the artificial window cuts across his face, casting him halfly in shadow, sharpening the cut of each muscle to burnished silver. the way cy can trace marks he's left — bruises sucked to the surface of moon-pale skin, marks and expressions of a lasting love. how the clench of his body around just three fingers feels somehow just as good as if it were his cock by dint of it being sasuke, sasuke.

they don't need much prep, ultimately. cy pulls his hand away, dropping it still messy and slick with lubricant against sasuke's thigh.

the collar is nearby, stored in its sleek box amidst the other various sex items — cy calls it with a thought, and opens the box one-handed, peels the collar from its soft bed of silk and holds it out. except here, the customary pattern shifts, cracks, breaks. cy presses it into sasuke's hand, closing his fingers over the leather. ）

I do remember. I knew all the way back then, how dangerous you were going to be for me. It felt like you were made for me, the way you took my cock. The way we fit together as if we were made of the same stone. I'm glad I was your first. I'll be your last, and anywhere else but here your only.

（ a tug of sasuke's wrist brings his hand up, and cy kisses at his fingers, rubs his cheek against his knuckles. ）

Put the collar on me.

[chokuto]

[The more Cy bathes him in that love, cradles him in the outpour of affection he has no more defenses against, the worse the fever in him seems to grow — a fire set to a fierce windstorm, ignited to a scorching temperature that consumes every hurt, every worry. Cy's attentive adoration has smoothed over even the most permanent scars that mar his body, as if those touches alone might heal them, wipe his skin to a clean slate, untouched and unharmed. It's only his imagination; it is only how it feels, but that is real enough for him.

Then Cy draws the collar to them, and Sasuke breathes out — shaky, uneven. I was made for you. The words almost roll off his tongue, stopped only as his hand is guided, kissed and nuzzled. With reverence he accepts the collar offered out to him and sets it around Cy's throat. He'll need help to buckle it, but Cy is already there to assist this process, and by that point his own eyes are a gleam of moisture like glass across the mismatched color of his gaze. He knows what this gesture means. He knows it is not effortless for Cy to give it to him — the signifying surrender less about any sexual desire than it is an act of devotion. Love. And it is one of the kindest, most selfless things a person has ever done for him. And it is the first that he knows won't vanish when he closes his fist around it. Even if he still scared, still wakes up occasionally in the night to look at Cy's face in a panic that he will be gone. It's a fear he can better handle.

Yet he's not prepared for the emotion that crests in him like the crash of a tide, strangling all air for a moment, then two, until the tears are dripping down his cheeks. Perhaps it is overreactive, and perhaps he is responding to the intersection of some influence between his own suit and the new one emblazoned on his palm — but it doesn't really matter. He just sits there on Cy's hips and traces his fingers across the leather band around the man's throat and then he starts talking.]

I was going to do this later. I still will. I had a plan for it. [I still do, sentiment warm and heavy between them.] I promise I'll do it properly later. But I want you to marry me. Here, in this place. I want to make you my husband. We already talked about it before, but...

[He has to swallow thickly on the feeling.]

Cyram, will you marry me? You have my body and my heart but I want you to have everything else, too. My mind. My soul. My life. And I want yours — or whatever you can give me.