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[hallowing]

Well, I keep giving it my god-honest effort.

（ — is the quip that follows, automatic as all such shenaniganry is from cy. but his expression is soft, tender and settled in a way that seems to crop up most of all when sasuke does something that can only be an expression of love. he palms one breast, and then levers himself upwards on his elbow to close his mouth over that reddened nipple. one slow, torturous suck rewards him with the taste of milk on his tongue, impossibly warm.

he'd expected to find it arousing. but what he doesn't expect is the way that lust and desire and love comingle into an urge that's nearly uncontrollable, to possess sasuke down to the very atomic stardust that brought him into being. distantly, he recognizes the effects of aphrodisiac — the bodily fluids themselves? something in the air? — but he doesn't truly care. he just wants, abruptly overburdened with the need.

his fingers knead at pliant flesh, and the reward is another taste of him, some new part of sasuke yet unexplored — swallowed down in hungry greed. sasuke will find that his cock, flagging with the aftermath of orgasm, is once again rock hard in the seat of his ass.

cy breaks the seal of his mouth to press a kiss against sasuke's sternum. ）

Stop me now if it isn't your thing. I think there's — （ words are difficult, and he makes an annoyed little sound pressed against sasuke's skin. ） — something. Aphrodisiac. In your bodily fluids. Might get harder to control myself.

[chokuto]

[The sensation is wholly foreign, but he's explored enough new realms of experimentation with Cy that it doesn't frighten him at all, instead finding that deep rush of love and affection through his bloodstream. He wants to kiss Cy, but the man's mouth is occupied at his breast, sucking the milk this body has produced whether by resort happenstance or by some other, physical mechanism — he'll privately pretend one over the other. That Cy is the one who has caused this. The pleasure is electrifying, the sight of Cy's mouth closed over the peak of one nipple burned into his immediate awareness next to the dull, throbbing relief from a hand kneading swollen flesh.

He can feel the moment Cy's dick thickens again. He knows this man's body well enough by now that it raises a flag in his mind, because Cy is usually not so quick to respond, but — ah. The question is answered.]

No, no, I don't want to stop. Please don't stop. [That additional pressure where Cy's cock is seated in his ass makes his legs clench, muscle taut in the thighs. He can feel how wet he's become already, cunt against Cy's pelvic bone, a separate throb to the soreness of his breasts.] It's okay. I trust you. I want you to fuck me, and keep...

[He gasps, trying to coax Cy's mouth back onto his nipple for the hot relief of suction.]

It helps when you do that. The ache — it's better.

[hallowing]

（ every time sasuke expresses himself so plainly, his wants and desires and choices — it's a testament to the work he's done, and how intently he's set his shoulder to the wheel. he's come so far, and cy is achingly, eternally proud of that growth that it feels dizzying, like the ground might collapse beneath their feet and leave them falling forever.

one hand slips to sasuke's back, pulling him in tight so that there's no escape from that relief, tongue laving at his breast where milk has dripped down, chasing the path of it back to his reddened nipple. ）

Fuck. （ articulate of him, actually, murmured as he rubs his cheek, catlike, against sasuke's breast. ） I want to plug up your ass and fuck your cunt. （ but that?? involves?? stopping what he's doing?? even briefly, he's loathe to entertain it. two wolves, etc etc.

it takes him longer than usual to do the math to pull sasuke's box of sex toys and cleaning supplies closer — and even then, his calculations are slightly off, just enough that he has to stretch to pull it nearer. he rummages for a plug, one of the ones that was almost cruelly thick at first but that sasuke's had plenty of practice with by now, and takes it out. it does get a generous amount of lube, done with one hand and mostly without looking — he's too fixated on what he's doing in the general vicinity of sasuke's tits to really pay much visual mind to anything else. luckily: multitasking is an old bedfellow, and he doesn't mind the challenge of it all. once it's ready, he pulls back from one breast, letting his teeth catch and drag on the nipple, swallowing before he says: ）

I want you to take this in one go, okay sweetheart? Be a good boy for me.

（ his voice is wrecked — low and roughened with lust as he urges sasuke up and off his cock with a light touch to his thigh. the tapered head of the plug is offered next, cy shifting his weight just a little on the mattress so that he can brace the base against his thigh to provide support for sasuke sinking down on it. ）

Go on, all the way. It's gonna hurt — eyes on me as you take it.

[chokuto]

[Attuned to every word out of Cy's mouth, every soft murmur, every instruction — his whole body shudders through that reciprocation of lust. His head is already bobbing in an urgent nod. Yes. It would have terrified him once to want this much, but he has grown past that with great effort, each step intended to move in the only direction that ensures he remains at this man's side forever. With Cy, he's safe.

Sasuke thought his nipples were sensitive before, but now they're a vivid distraction, red and sore and tingling in the cool air when Cy withdraws, hard as pebbles. He suspects he could come from the sensation of Cy's mouth sucking at them alone. Another squirm punctuates his attention to the change, obedient as he lifts his hips up — uttering a soft sound of discomfort where his hole has chafed from the earlier lack of lube and rough use — but not hesitating to push him down onto the round, dull edge of the plug when it is pressed in.

As directed, he lifts his gaze to Cy's face so the man will see the strain on it, the furrow of his brow and slightly parted mouth, flushed cheeks.]

I'll be good for you. I can take it. [The size is a stretch, and he can feel that burn at the first push. At the lack of attention to his tits, he pushes forward against the front of Cy's chest like a needy cat seeking touch.] But I want your cock inside of me again soon, Cy. I feel... empty without it.

[He is officially a dick-crazed slut at this juncture.]

[hallowing]

（ there's a breathy laugh at that plea, huffed out as sasuke seats himself on the plug — the reward for his frankly fucking flawless behaviour is that cy slides his hand away from its base and drags them against the slick folds of his cunt, circling the clit with insistent attention and a warm glut of praise murmured against his sternum between kittenish licks at his nipples as sasuke leans forward.

with a groan — ）

Gimme a minute, I can't magically clean anal cooties off my dick.

（ well, he could, but sasuke probably wouldn't like the method involved, so — mindful of that, he swaps hands at the boy's cunt and starts rummaging around messily in the box of cleaning supplies until he comes up with the wet wipes.

dear reader: turns out it's hard to focus on multiple streams of intense physical sensation all at the same time, even when you've got a divine pedigree and thousands of years of lived experience to back it all up. he's got one hand pinned beneath sasuke, fingers petting upwards into the warm channel of his presently-female anatomy — the other occupied trying to clean his cock, but the real distraction is the fact that he really just wants to slip said cock between sasuke's tits and let the leak of milk ease the friction.

but — sasuke asked so sweetly, and he's never been very good at turning him down, so once he's gotten his dick about as clean as it's gonna get, cy flexes his fingers inside the boy to manoeuvre him closer, fingers hooked more to the front of his body.

he could pull them out, but sasuke's such a fucking size queen and wet enough besides that he thinks he can stand a bit of additional girth, so he just steadies his newly-clean cock with his newly-clean hand, nudges the head of it up against his knuckles where they're buried in sasuke's body, and then in alongside them in a slow, torturous push. he can feel where the plug narrows the canal where it's pushed hard into his body, but he knows he can get past it — that sasuke's body will relax into the sensation and take him without instruction. he's so fucking eager to please, it's a foregone conclusion now that he'd take anything cy gave him or die trying. ）

You're so perfect, t'che verai.

（ the statement is punctuated by another lap at one nipple, the closing of his mouth over it and a loud, messy suck in the still air that paints his tongue in that sweet nectar. it's held there like ambrosia after he peels back, seeking sasuke's lips to kiss him, to force him to taste himself. ）

[chokuto]

[In the unfocused haze of his lust, he'll forgive Cy using another set of words that should be banned from language everywhere, too concerned with the placement of those hands to chastise the man for it. The one that has slid a pair of fingers up into his cunt is the most distracting — he manages a messy, stilted rock of hips down, feeling Cy's hard knuckles grind against the soft opening of his body. He aches to chase friction at his clit where it is most tender and sensitive, but for now this is enough, gaze hungrily following the progress of Cy's multi-tasking in anticipation of what is promised next.

At the last minute he realizes what Cy is going to do, which makes a shiver of pleasure work through his body all the way down to tightly curled toes. Of course he swallows in steady breaths to try and relax before that intrusion — but it's still a challenge, taking the slide of Cy's cock into that tight channel alongside the breadth of fingers. The stretch forces all of the air out of his chest. He gasps, voice broken over a half-formed sob during that drive in, feeling the plug in his ass shift to try and accommodate the lack of space.

Everything is so much, then. He can't think at all. His breasts ache, wet and leaking milk from flushed, bitten nipples as if Cy has broken the seal on that flood of bodily fluid — and the folds of his cunt, too, are so slick he's already made a mess of Cy's lap. It's... excessive, but maybe that is an effect of the diamond, too. He doesn't care in the moment.]

Are you really going to marry me? [He feels intoxicated on the physical sensations, but with that comes a rush of emotion he can't control. A powerful wave, taking him under, hushing his voice to a murmur of wonder.] Did you mean that?

[The throb of where he's been filled in two places doesn't stop him from trying to grind himself down against Cy through the dull pain.]

It's my birthday. You — hah, can't take it back.

cw: needleplay

[hallowing]

（ once sasuke's driven downwards, taking as much of the combined intrusion of fingers and cock as is physically possible, cy frees up one hand to massage at the more neglected breast, coaxing milk from the chafed nipple. it's spectacularly messy, but in the moment he couldn't think of anything he cared for less than that. does this place have in-house laundry? well, they can find out. ）

I'm going to marry you.

（ it's said in sombre affirmation, as he kisses a line up the curve of one breast to his throat, biting down hard there, fully intending to bruise, to mark him, to claim him in every possible way. murmured there, in the juncture of shoulder and neck — ）

We're going to make love every day for the rest of your life. Sometimes it'll be sweet, and gentle, and tender — and sometimes I'm going to fuck you while you sob and bleed and beg me to stop. I want to look into your eyes and tell you I love you as you come, and I want to pierce your skin a hundred times and flog you until your legs tremble, until you can't stand or think or breathe without me holding you up, or kissing air into your lungs. I want you in every way one soul can crave another. I want to fill every hole you have, tend every hurt, meet every need. I want to fuck your ass with only your tears to ease the pain. I want to kiss you as the sun rises. I want to spank you until you're too hoarse to count each blow, and suck your cock until you forget your own name.

（ cy hikes him up a bit by a lift of his hand and hips, the heel of his palm cradling his clit in a frictive pressure, and rubs his cheek against one heavy breast. he closes his teeth against the nipple and pulls back until gravity makes it a cruel stretch, leaving sasuke with only two choices: either surge in close against him or wrench away to bear the pain. either way — ）

It's not hard to imagine, is it? That you're pregnant, carrying our child.

[chokuto]

[It's a filthy litany. There was a time Sasuke would not have been able to handle hearing a fraction of those words, let alone consider living them out — but now he drinks them down, greedy to possess every promise Cy gives him, wanting every mark, every permanent sign to show what Cy has done to his body. The desire is satisfied marginally in the moment by the bite Cy leaves on his throat; he can feel his own pulse in the leftover bruise that stakes the man's claim so vividly.

It's almost overwhelming to hear it all laid out at once, because he's never wanted something more than this dream of a future. When teeth pinch and pull savagely at the tender nipple of one of his breasts, he bears it as long as he can — letting that sting of the stretch widen into a greater pain until he finally buckles forward against Cy, whimpering.]

It's not. I want to be. [The thought of Cy's seed in him, taking root — he's desperate with it. The altered anatomy of this body only eases the passage of that fantasy as he grinds his cunt down as if there's more he can take.] I want to carry your child. I want all of those things, but this one — I can give it back to you. Something of me.

[Relying on Cy, as well as his own core strength, to keep him upright, his right hand slips down to cover the hand between his legs. He squeezes Cy's wrist with an urgency that trembles on his voice. Cy's fingers rub against the interior front of that vaginal wall and his palm is a hot, dragging pressure across that sore clit, perfect, close.]

Cy, I'm — I might come again. Please, will you let me come? I'm so full it hurts.

[hallowing]

（ that fucking whimper almost undoes him. he has to go tense, and swallow a ragged breath, and pull his mind to another corridor of thought just so the sound alone isn't his ruin. ）

My sweet boy, you give me something of yourself in every look, every touch, every word.

（ a tender kiss is laid between his breasts, and cy strokes his fingers deep within him, feeling the pressure against his cock that makes him rut upwards into his body. seeking relief. ）

Not just yet. Clench your pretty cunt around me and hold it. （ a nuzzle at the bottom of sasuke's jaw leads to a gentle scrape of his teeth. ） Five times, then you can come. Can you do that for me?

（ and he won't make it easy to hold out, either — one hand splayed against one breast, squeezing until that unmistakable dampness slicks his palm, kneading in against him in a way he knows will ache. ）

[chokuto]

[He is aware of all the places Cy touches him now, the ghost of every kiss lingering on his body like static electricity. The teeth are a sharper impression, like a shock, but the way Cy fondles his breast is the most excruciating of all, relief and torment mingled in the heavy soreness kneaded by one hand, skin slick with the milk produced from that pressure, so much that it feels a little obscene.

Five times. Skillfully in that way Cy knows so well, he's given a task, a challenge — a method he can use to prove the depth of his devotion.]

Y—Yes. [He doesn't try to withhold himself now, breathing hard, knowing Cy will hear and feel him struggle.] I will.

[So he does, or he tries to the best of his physical ability, clenching down hard — a squeeze that constricts pressure around Cy's dick, around Cy's knuckles, and around the plug that is most unyielding of all, buried in his ass where Cy's come still sits inside of him. He sobs with an open mouth. One. There's a release, muscles trembling, and then another clench. Two. Until there are tears in his eyes at the end of the third, eyelashes wet and stuck together.]

[hallowing]

There you go, shh, shh.

（ cy laps at the spill of milk across his hand, and then shifts so he's sitting a little more upright as sasuke grinds down against him, making it easier for him to set that hand against the back of sasuke's neck and pull him in to kiss his forehead. he's tense with his own denial, body taut as a drumline — but he can still manage gentleness where it counts. ）

You're being so brave for me, taking all of this. I know it hurts. You wear pain so well for me, my beautiful, perfect whore. It feels s—so fucking good.

（ there's a nuzzle at his temple, letting sasuke rest against him. his hand slips back between them, petting at his breasts, his belly. lower, until he can press against the mons pubis and further compound the pressure of being fucked, being filled. ）

Two more, and then you can rest. I'm going to put you down on the bed and use your cunt until I come, all you'll have to do is lay there and take it. And if you're really a good slut for me, I'll whip your breasts until you're wearing bruises for a week.

[chokuto]

[It is Cy's words that help him through the difficulty, layered in the gentle love of a kiss to the forehead, of the petting hands on his tits, belly, between his legs. There's a greater squeeze from the pressure of Cy's palm where it slips up against the pubic mound, and despite the greater constriction, it helps to coax him through those final two. It guides him in the tight, full-body clench even when he feels resistance, fatigue setting into the shiver of overtaxed muscles.

And the dull, throbbing, pulsing pain — this washes white through his head. He's nothing but a whore possessed by this man. He'll wear the bruises as evidence of that fact, and maybe he'll keep the breasts of this body for that week, and press on those sore places in the shower, and Cy can fuck him against the tile after. Does he have to change back right away? What if he stayed, and let Cy get him pregnant?

The final squeeze of those inner walls makes Sasuke cry out, soft and weak, dropping his head into the protective cradle of Cy's shoulder. An orgasm chases it — but it doesn't feel singular. It is a long, drawn-out, continuous pulse of pleasure that leaves him so wet on Cy's dick it feels like he could fit another finger inside of him and take everything deeper, to the seat of his womb where he recalls that dull ache. In a different position than this, perhaps —]

Cy... Cy, please, I want you. Come inside of me. Put it in me. [His voice is ragged, gasping, recognizable as still him despite its higher feminine tone.] Please fuck my cunt.

cw: gender fuckery ig

[hallowing]

( he has learned not to argue with the whims of the broader universe. are we all not motes of dust subject to karma? — or something equally ridiculous, equally poetic.

because the truth is, he'd intended to pin sasuke down and fuck him hard, until the mattress was driven against the wall, until he was sobbing and spent beneath him. he'd intended to pin his hand and whisper filth into his ear and see how many times he could wring a trembling orgasm from him, if there's some upper limit beholden to the suit.

instead, sasuke says two words that throws the best laid plans of mice and gods directly out the window. my cunt. and, haha, whoops, wouldn't you know it — the chain reaction that follows can only end one way.

cy does grab him and haul him in bodily for a kiss, but in the next moment he's lost the entire plot and has instead just buried himself as deeply into his body as possible and come so hard it winds him, ghost lights sparking behind his eyes as they flicker closed.

it takes him precious time to unfuck his brain from the overload, and then it's just to — laugh. )

Fuck, nobody can fuck with my restraint the way you can. ( playfully, gently, with a warm squeeze of one overfull breast — ) Good girl.

cw: gender fuckery cont.

[chokuto]

[Sasuke — even wrung out, panting, half-delirious with the force of his orgasm and the pleasure of Cy coming inside of him that he can feel in those delicious little pulses, in the softening of flesh — manages a smirk at Cy's laughter, at those words. He wonders whether it should bother him, what he's called then, but it doesn't. The high of that victory in drawing Cy to the limit of his self-control is equal only to the adrenaline he's experienced on battlefields over an opponent.

Good girl. For Cy, he would be anything. And it feels... taboo, almost, in a way he can't quite define in the moment. Fantasy as much as reality reflected in this altered form. It doesn't feel denigrating to be called a girl by Cy, because he knows it isn't made as a sincere insult. The hand squeezing his breast, still sore enough to make him squirm on Cy's soft cock, further highlights the difference — that right now he is a woman. And Cy enjoys him this way too.]

I didn't think it would be so easy. Are you losing your touch?

[He sits upright on the man's lap, primly, like it's a throne. It's playful; he suspects some part of their fervor now is from the influence of the diamond suit, but he doesn't care.]

[hallowing]

（ his breathing still isn't entirely regulated, but he contents himself with panting slightly, lifting a hand to card through sasuke's longer hair. brushing bangs back from his face, exposing him, seeing him. ）

You're beautiful, male or female. But I don't care about that, what you look like physically. I care about the kindness, the compassion, the fire in you that has never gone out. You rule me, t'che verai. I'm your slave. If I can live on my knees to bring you pleasure, that's enough for me.

（ he catches sasuke's hand, and brings it back up to the collar, encouraging him to hook a finger through the d-ring. ）

You could get me off with a word. A look. My body craves you in your absence, and needs you when you're near. Of course it's easy — love's made it easy.

[chokuto]

[The words are powerful. Obediently his hand curls, looping his finger into that ring and then curling his grip tightly, holding by that tether. He's silent for a long moment — but he knows Cy isn't waiting for a quick response, and the pause isn't out of any denial of those words. It is to let them sink in, to be permanently laid into memory.]

I won't say that it doesn't still frighten me at times — this feeling. Its depth and intensity. But I realized that fear isn't because of how I feel for you, it comes from the thought of losing it. Losing you.

[He can admit this aloud, now, when previously even visiting the subject was enough to grip him with frantic terror.]

You make my life feel like it matters. That I survived all of this for a reason. So, thank you. I won't forsake what you've given me with that love.

[A tug at the collar pulls Cy in closer, claiming a kiss from his mouth.]

[hallowing]

I know you won't.

（ he leans into that kiss, though he keeps it gentle and chaste. mostly so he can pull back, butt his head against sasuke's and say, playfully: ）

Do I still get to whip your perfect tits? Christ Aloud, look how gorgeous they are.

（ he eases his hand from between sasuke's legs, and lifts both — one obscenely slick — to cup the bottoms of his breasts, lifting them up in wonder, thumbs wiping away streaks where milk has leaked. he stoops to kiss both in turn, with an exaggerated little muah! of sound. ）

We are into some serious fantasy fulfilment territory here, you know. Was this suit thing your birthday gift or mine?

[chokuto]

[He shivers at the obscenity of what Cy had promised to do, unable to keep from pressing himself forward into those hands, breasts still sore and seeking relief from the ache of their fullness.]

I suspect it was designed with this in mind, but maybe not for a specific fantasy. [Sasuke tilts his head thoughtfully.] I haven't used this form with anyone else. I know we didn't discuss that, but... I'm not sure I would be comfortable.

[The circumstances would have to be special with trust at the forefront, and the knowledge that he wouldn't be treated differently because of the way he looked. And Cy has laid that foundation first.]

Are my... bodily fluids [sorry he cannot say Milk,] — uh, did they really affect you?

[hallowing]

( it's okay cy will desensitize you to that too. )

Thy heavenly fonts of ambrosia most lactescent, yea verily, have caused a most peculiar stir.

( stop him. please.

cy kneads at one breast, lapping at the fluid as it beads at one reddened nipple, and then lifts his hips upwards just a little so sasuke can feel the way his cock renews its rigidity within him. )

As you can see, we're well-positioned not to leave the room for a week. Whether or not you'll be able to walk at the end... eh, that one's up in the air.

( that attention to one breast turns into an affectionate press of teeth, catching at the nipple. )

I'm pissed I haven't gotten around to that fucking machine, because I would love to put you in one like this, every hole plugged, tits bound with weights that makes your cunt ache, leaking milk all over the floor. Fuck. I wouldn't last long enough to come in one of your slutty, perfect holes.

[chokuto]

[By now he's accustomed to Cy's absurd use of humor, so he feels nothing more than an urge to slap his hand over the man's mouth at those highly stupid words — but the lave of a tongue across one sore, leaking nipple is enough to hijack his immediate attention. His cunt clenches over that thickening length, and he rolls his hips just to feel the slick union of their bodies, Cy's cock buried deep.]

Mm. Would you have me knocked up properly by the end of the week?

[Given current circumstances, yes, this is a fixation. The shudder that Cy's teeth on his nipple inspires is visceral.]

As my birthday present, you can make me a machine like that. And I'll endure everything you do to me.

[hallowing]

Oh, sweetheart, you know you don't have to ask for me to do my level best to fuck a child into you.

（ it wouldn't take much to get him off again — the enormity of the suit's effects on him like a veil over all his senses. everything's a mess of bodily fluids and cy, who is normally fastidious about clean-up, finds he doesn't give a damn. instead, he presses a kiss between his breasts. ）

The machine'll have to be an IOU. I don't think I'm going to want to stop fucking you long enough today to put my engineering hat on. As much as I want to torture you out of your mind with pleasure.

（ one hand slips upwards, briefly closes over the column of his throat, squeezes just barely and then turns into a caress that brushes his hair back from his face. ）

Unless you want to do a trial run in genjutsu?

（ it's said speculatively, considering the avenues in play. ）

We could go a little harder there, too — I could be rougher if you wanted it.

[chokuto]

[If asked how he would like to spend today, he cannot think of a better answer than this — a tangle of limbs with Cy in bed, hours at their disposal in pursuit of each other's pleasure. He leans, chasing Cy's mouth for a kiss and tasting the warm, milky flavor of himself.

That question earns a considering tilt of his head.]

We could, but I'll have to borrow some of that information from your mind. I don't know what a machine like that is supposed to look like.

[Well, it wouldn't be the first time Sasuke's genjutsu has interwoven itself with Cy's creativity, so engineering wouldn't be much of a reach. By their powers combined...]

It could be — a first draft. So you know what you want to construct in reality. [The suggestion of roughness, with Cy's hand grazing his throat, makes him shift in his seat on Cy's lap.] ... How do you want me to appear? Physically, I mean.

[hallowing]

（ the question softens his expression, and cy leans into a kiss, turning it into a settled press of their foreheads. ）

Hey, it's your birthday. However you want to look is going to grab me by the throat, just because it's you.

（ the tits are a novelty, and there's no denying he enjoys sasuke's female form, but he'd never want him to feel like he's formed a preference one way or another. he just wants — him. whatever that looks like. ）

I want you to be comfortable above everything else.

[chokuto]

I'll be comfortable with you.

[Silly man. This, at least, Sasuke can be certain of now — there's little Cy could do to make him feel insecure, even when they are exploring new experiences together like this. What issues arise are worked through together.]

We could continue the previous scene we were doing. Would you be interested in something like that?

[He does remember the mental preparation required for Cy, so he wants to be sensitive of that. But it did have a throughline to the breeding element.]

[hallowing]

（ activate pupil dilation... ）

The POW scene?

（ just to clarify. ）