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[chokuto]

[He bears Cy's weight on top of him, crushed down against the bed in a way that only further attracts his awareness to the soreness of his breasts, bent hips and planted knees all that keeps the pressure off of the heavy swell of his pregnant belly. He half-hears Cy through the pounding of his own heart, but the instruction clears some of the fog in his head, chin already tilted to accept the glass against his lips even as the tether of his hair disallows any other motion.

And he drinks. Knowing Cy's intention, knowing the discomfort it will soon bring in this position, in this physical state — his throat works around every thirsty swallow, not cleanly, breath quick and panted through his nose. Although he tries to catch every drop without splattering the bedsheets, he is beholden to Cy's balance, to the hand holding the cup and the other in his hair.

Soon it is drained empty. Yet as he gasps for air, the glass refills itself — cool and clear and shining in the candlelights of the room, feeding into this fantasy of too much.]

No more.

[A plea even as he hopes Cy denies him.]

[hallowing]

（ within the shelter of genjutsu, he's aware — the glass wouldn't be refilled if sasuke didn't want it to be so. he knows without needing to be told with any specificity, then, that sasuke is asking to be forced to take more, to go beyond his limits.

cy pets at his hair, and a shift of his hips communicates that his cock is hard in this draped position, even though the angle isn't penetrative. ）

Sweetheart, （ the word is gentle, but it's — condescending, a little. leaning into the domineering angle sasuke is clearly hungering for. ） you know you aren't finished yet. You can do better for me, okay?

（ a kiss is pressed against the back of sasuke's neck. the glass is pressed to his lips. ）

Drink, or we'll do this the hard way.

[chokuto]

[The threat is like a sting of static on his skin, invigorating, potent in his blood. He is aware of Cy's cock tucked hard against his skin with the denial of its presence inside of him, carving out that space created just for this man, in this body — but the affirmation of Cy's arousal only deepens his own.

He swallows, this time more slowly, past the need of thirst and now in a state where the discomfort has begun to set in. His mouth is sloppy on the rim of the glass, water leaking in fine rivulets down his chin where his head is forced upright by the hand in his hair. He feels his abdomen clench with a new and different strain, intensified by their positions.

But it's not enough. He wants to feel it like a blade's edge against his throat — and the glass refills again, telling Cy that he can do this. One more time.]

Please, I can't. I'm so full. [The torment strains in his voice, wet and thick and raspy, on the verge of a sob.] Don't — don't make me drink anymore.

[hallowing]

（ cy pats him affectionately, and then straightens back up, heels scuffing on the floor. he gives no direction, just flips sasuke (gently, mindful of his state) onto his ass, and then tugs at the chain strung between those piercings until it hefts both breasts at a cruel angle, the weighty downward drag of them cruelly punishing to his nipples. he gives the boy a bit of a look, and then: ）

Are you going to finish your glass, or am I going to force you?

[chokuto]

[It knocks the breath out of him less with force than surprise, turned onto his back and exposed, mouth half-parted around a startled little sound that breaks into a whimper as that chain is tugged on. His nipples hurt from the abuse by now, red and puffy, welts and bruises standing out on the pale skin of his breasts.]

I—I can't do it.

[The words are soft, mouth wet and messy, eyes shining with tears. A look of soft subservience targeted upward at Cy as if to demand make me.]

[hallowing]

（ cy heaves a disappointed sigh, and then pats sasuke's cheek, letting the chain drop back against his belly. it takes a moment that's perhaps a bit fuzzier than normal to recall where he'd set the gag down — and it's also difficult to know whether or not sasuke kept the continuity of the scene to use the void anyways. so instead, he leans in close, renewing his grip on sasuke's hair to wrench his head backwards. ）

I've put the water down on the end table, and I've gone to get the spider-gag. It's in my hand, I'm going to force your mouth open to take it.

（ sasuke obeys him immediately, and the scene shifts just a little — enough to accommodate those changes, and then cy is straightening up so he can fit the gag about his head. he's not kindly about it, prising his mouth open with the cruel jut of a thumb, forcing his jaw to stretch to accommodate the metal ring that he sets in past the teeth. the gag is tied behind his head, and cy meets sasuke's eyes and then pushes two fingers into his mouth, flat against his tongue. ）

You can do it, （ he says, gentle, coaxing. ） because you don't have a choice. Now. （ he calls the water back to hand in his right, and lifts it up. his other hand stays where it is, fingers pressed down against sasuke's tongue so even the option of trying to rebel even a little is wholly removed. ） Look me in the eye, and drink like a good girl. Every drop. I want you so full it aches. I want you to feel like every movement is uncomfortable and experience those painful cramps from holding it in. I want you so uncomfortable that all you can do is sob, and take what I give you.

[chokuto]

[The gag is forced into place, its shape familiar by now as it clicks against his teeth, holding his mouth in that perfect, compliant 'o' — unable to close his jaw, to prevent his throat from being accessed and used by this man's will. He makes a low, keening sound that is loud in his ears, tongue made to flatten at the bottom of his mouth when those fingers tuck in on top of it. He tastes the salt of Cy's skin on those knuckles; he can't even suck at them like this if he wanted to. The defenseless is exhilarating, all the more intensified by those words.

His obedience is demanded. He tries to maintain that upward gaze even through the wet glaze of tears in his eyes, and he drinks, because he has to, otherwise he'll drown as that water is tipped and poured in a ceaseless stream down his throat. He can't even cry unless he wants to choke, so he just swallows as fast as he can get the liquid down, throat working, straining to finish.

The fullness is — explicitly overwhelming, after that. It's so much worse with the weight of his swollen belly, although there is some alleviation on his back, but still he endures the throb of his bladder, the painful clench of muscle to withhold that desperate feeling. Once the glass is empty, this time it remains that way, and his sobbing is open-mouthed in sucks of air that care little for how messy and ruined it makes him look beneath Cy.]

[hallowing]

There you go.

（ that's said with a certain amount of warmth and praise poured into the words, and cy leans in to kiss sasuke's forehead in an expression of deep affection. the glass is tossed further up the bed, clear evidence he's finished. ）

Now, because you defied me — I'm going to use your throat as punishment.

（ he takes the chain between sasuke's breasts and lifts — it until it's taut and painful on that triumvirate of abused flesh, until sasuke has to squirm and arch his back into it to keep the pressure on his clit from becoming too much to bear. cy loops the chain overtop his cock, just like he did the very first time they used nipple clamps, and keeps it pressed against the flat plane of his mons with the heel of his hand so that it will be an inescapable cruelty, meted out only because he can — and because sasuke will take it. then he pulls sasuke's head forward until the boy has no choice but to take his dick in right to the back of his throat. he doesn't intend to come like this, but he knows that sasuke derives rich satisfaction from having his mouth fucked until he can barely speak, so the segue into such territory harms nothing. ）

[chokuto]

[The chain pulls taut, wrapped over the head of Cy’s dick in a mirror of one of their earliest acts as if to pay tribute to how far they’ve come in this loving expression of cruelty and surrender. It pulls at tight, sore nipples, coaxing another sob loose, sharp pain answering the slightest tug of movement. He’s breathless from it — winded by the sharp jolt of pain and by how ruthlessly Cy keeps the chain in place, allowing no relief.

It may be a punishment, but even in the bed of that torment he suffers, it feels like a reward — Cy’s cock put so deeply into his mouth that it seals off the back of his throat, denying crucial airflow. His hand scrambles on the bed, rising up to clasp itself over Cy’s wrist. There’s no intent behind it, no strength, just a desperate grasp as he’s forced to take what he’s given. His voice is a low, gagged vibration around the length of the man’s dick, glossy tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.]

[hallowing]

( he enjoys the act. sliding his dick in deep until the first breathless hitch of denial. sometimes he forces sasuke to endure it longer, and sometimes he's quick to withdraw. sasuke grips his wrist and he covers his hand briefly with the second of his own, skirting his hand up sasuke's arm to his shoulder. cradling him as much as one can be cradled in this matter while still being ruthlessly used.

it isn't until he's close that he eases back entirely, leaving sasuke a mess of drool and precome and tears that cy bends to wipe from his cheeks with tender hands. then, meeting sasuke's eyes directly, he kisses his forehead with aching tenderness. )

You're perfect.

( it's simple, as his loving excoriations tend to go. but no less meant for all that. cy reaches to undo the gag and then tosses it aside, thumbs rubbing gently at the marks where straps have dented skin. he nudges sasuke's thighs apart and then lowers himself to his knees between them, setting himself a bit lower than sasuke — but clearly no impediment to the fact he leans in and tugs him into an embrace as best they can with the burgeoning life between them. )

I love you beyond time.

( a stroke of sasuke's damp hair, fingers feathering near his scalp. )

I'll never lie to you, betray you, or put you in danger. I swear I'll never hurt you in a way you haven't asked for and can't stand. Will you marry me?

( the real reason he took the gag off, lbr. turnabout is fair play. )

[chokuto]

[By now, from within the context of the illusion, he feels — messy everywhere. A wreck from head to toe: face blotchy and tear-stained, eyes glassy and bloodshot, hair a damp tangle, bruises covering his skin in an array of every place Cy's dominance has visited. It's certainly not the most presentable he has ever looked, and although the answer should be clear, it doesn't matter. He's hearing something important without being on a battlefield, exhausted and battered for a reason different than defeat or victory against an opponent.

As soon as Cy has settled down between his legs, he surges to sit up, though the change requires his hand on the bed for support. He wants to be as close as possible in that embrace — he wants to kiss Cy so desperately it hurts. He's still panting from the denial of air, and his stomach aches from fullness, but right now all he can think, see, hear is in front of him.]

Yes. Of course. I believe you. [No, he won't stop crying in this genjutsu.] I'll marry you. You're everything to me — my home, my entire world.

[kiss him right now or he might actually die???]

[hallowing]

（ and cy leans up, one hand fettered in his hair, and pulls him in to kiss him. it starts gentle and tender and deepens, passion-tinged, until he can taste himself on sasuke's tongue. he does show mercy for sasuke's need to breathe, however — pulling back with a nip to his bottom lip. he butts their foreheads together affectionately and then gets back to his feet, letting his fingers skirt against sasuke's belly and the soft curve of one breast as he does it. ）

I need to grab something. Get back on your knees, I want to finish inside of you.

[chokuto]

[His thoughts fade in the kiss, weak and warm and drowning in the feeling of that love, and when it ends almost deliriously he wants another — but Cy withdraws, bumping their foreheads, pulling away. A soft sound of protest chases the man, but he's obedient as he rolls back over into the previous position.

It's worse than the first time. That pressure against his bladder is doubled, imaginary or not, as true to physics and anatomy as he wants within genjutsu — he gasps at first from the strain and ache low in his belly. With his arm bent against the bed, he tucks his cheek to turn and look, desperate to see how far away Cy is. What is he going to get, and when will he return?]

[hallowing]

（ it doesn't take him long to find what he wants in a drawer: a soft cloth to cover sasuke's eyes, and a leather belt he can loop over his shoulder and stabilize his left side. he could ask sasuke to use susano'o within the context of genjutsu, but — he also doesn't want sasuke to feel as if missing a limb is somehow an issue or something that requires 'fixing', not when it's easily accommodated for.

he comes back to the bed, touching sasuke's flank with a palm smoothed down his side and beneath his belly as he bends to kiss his shoulder, looping the belt over his arm, anchoring it against the trapezius. it'll maybe be a little uncomfortable for him, the belt biting into the soft underarm — but it's a sensation sasuke can mitigate if he wants. once that's done, he leans in nearer and murmurs against his ear: ）

I'm going to blindfold you for this. Close your eyes. I'll narrate what I'm doing to help you through it.

[chokuto]

[There's a first curiosity at the pair of items before understanding dawns. Sasuke's heart kicks a little quicker, pulse high in his throat — the alarm is an instinctive, defensive response that is reasoned out both by the control he has over this dimension as well as his trust in Cy. It is not the first time he has been blindfolded. Yet those occasions have never been good or enjoyable, never more than what was necessary by choice or forced upon him.

There's no struggle against the belt as it's looped on his left side to support that shoulder, its purpose clear. He hadn't even considered giving himself the other arm until this moment, a realization that sits heavy in his mind before being set aside. He's more focused on Cy's words of warning, craning to look back at the man. The hesitation is brief, reflexive — he would do far more than this for Cy. Eyes slide shut; his awareness of the room they're in doesn't dim, not when his Sharingan is what has sculpted this illusion, but the gesture is there. And he can turn off the part of himself that sees as he would in reality.]

... I'm ready.

[hallowing]

（ he doesn't get to the blindfold immediately — instead, he turns it into a bit of a tease, draping soft fabric against sasuke's shoulder, briefly circling his throat like a collar and drawing it taut enough that asphyxiation is a whispered threat, then drawing it up and putting it over his mouth, pushing the fabric between his lips with two fingers. ）

Do you know the purpose of a blindfold like this?

（ it's asked as he continues to tease him, fucking his fingers into the boy's mouth, damping the silk. ）

[chokuto]

[A thrill goes through him at the cinch of silk around his throat, even momentarily, body electric with the arousal Cy coaxes out of him with every movement. He can't tell where his attraction to this man begins and ends — all of him is attentive, mouth parting to the silk pushed inside of it, tongue wetting it. He licks at Cy's knuckles, and though speech is difficult he attempts a small, garbled little no, shaking his head gently to not dislodge those fingers.

If he had to guess, it would be for restriction alone. Blindfolds have only ever been used to make him weaker, vulnerable, easier to control or subjugate.]

[hallowing]

（ cy kisses the crown of his hair, inhaling the scent of oil and shampoo appreciably. ）

Sighted people rely a lot on their ability to see. But when someone obscures that ability — it forces you to rely more on your other senses.

（ sasuke does still have his eyes closed, so he uses that to emphasize his point: ）

You become more aware of touch.

（ his other hand slips beneath sasuke, to squeeze at one heavy breast, fingers seeking out the marks of the earlier whipping like vulgar braille, nails dragging lines across abused skin. ）

Taste. （ he drags damp silk against his tongue. ） Sound. （ that would be the talking, actually. ） More in-tune, more aware of your own body.

（ his fingers catch on the chain between pierced nipples, and then follows it down to the approximate location of sasuke's bladder, kneading his hand against him to make him intimately aware of that sensation of fullness, of urgency he's no doubt struggling with now. ）

It's not about punishment. It's about enhancement. And it's probably more potent for you, because your eyes see more than most. （ he pulls his fingers from sasuke's mouth, rubbing affectionately at his bottom lip. ） Are you still okay with me doing it?

[chokuto]

[Cy hasn't gone to put the blindfold over him yet, so he remains in that transitory moment, waiting with his eyes closed, at any moment able to open them and say stop. "Hades." It is the closest Sasuke has felt himself come to that safeword, that guaranteed exit, in a while between them — and genjutsu provides another layer of security on top of the foundation of their trust.

So he listens instead of allowing fear to take him out, a certain skittishness toward this act managed by the gentle, careful way Cy introduces the experience. His muscles are tense, and he almost jolts away from Cy's warm palm when it caresses his breast, but soon that tension builds into a pleasant shiver that spreads all across his chest. Nerves feel fire-lit, hot — this time he does struggle when that hand applies greater pressure to his lower belly, massaging the soft skin and bringing sharp awareness to the urgent need he's denied. He hears himself make a quiet sound, a whimper that sounds almost wounded on Cy's knuckles before his mouth is relieved and free again. A tongue licks after the stroke across his lower lip, kittenish.]

Yes. [But he needs to say more.] ... I'm afraid of it, but not because I believe it will be a bad experience. I know I'm not less in control.

[Now he just pushes his cheek into Cy's hand, rubbing against the damp silk affectionately.]

I trust you, and I want to try.

[hallowing]

（ he pets him gently, acknowledgement of that affectionate gesture sasuke makes by rubbing his cheek. ）

Thank you for trusting me. I'm going to put the silk over your eyes — I'll tie it behind your head. You'll be able to move and rub it off against your shoulder, okay?

（ he lifts it — though he turns it so the damp spot is nearer the tie than over his eyes — and gently knots the silk. he lets it stay loose rather than restrictive, and it's still thin enough that if sasuke wanted to open his eyes, it would only veil his vision and not result in full darkness.

once it's done, cy presses himself against sasuke's back, feet still planted on the floor, curving as close to him as he can and looping an arm beneath him, palm flat between his breasts. he draws a demonstrative breath, exhales. then: ）

Breathe with me until you feel okay. Tell me when you want me to continue.

[chokuto]

[The world goes dark, or darker — he feels when the tie is fixed in place behind his head, but he waits a moment longer before opening his eyes to the obfuscation of sight. Staving off that initial spike of adrenaline is Cy's weight on his back, the hand set over his chest where his heart beats fast like bird wings, his body enveloped in warmth.

Meditative instruction calms him further. He obeys Cy without thinking, taking air into his lungs on a deep inhale and then releasing it on an exhale. He skin tingles; he can feel his mind tripping over the emptiness of that lost sense, trying to strain to hear his surroundings, muscles locked in a rigid defense — but breathing helps. Slowly, a little more, he relaxes.]

It surprised me, but it's not that bad. [He can get it off in an instant if he needs his eyes. And Cy is with him. Cy has him.] ... You can keep going.

[hallowing]

（ a soft kiss is left against his shoulder, against his spine as he straightens up. one hand is levered against the small of his back, forcing sasuke to better angle his hips. then, as promised, narration follows in his usual vulgar/poetry smash fusion — ）

I want to take my time just looking at you like this. Fuck, if we didn't have other plans I'd have you sit on my face so I could taste you irrespective of air. You always look so beautiful above me.

（ his hand shifts to the boy's hip, and then skirts across the curve of his ass, across the back of one thigh and then presses gently against sasuke's pussy, fingers dipping in just slightly to his hole. ）

I love how you get hard for me, and I love how you get wet for me, and I love being inside you as if you were made to take me into your body.

（ that's accompanied by a push of his fingers, firm and unyielding, until broad knuckles breach. ）

This body you made for me is beautiful in every way. Seeing you pregnant, that visible evidence of our union, our devotion — it's a gift unlike anything else. Your cunt's so reddened with abuse, but you're going to keep taking what I give you, and there's something sacred in that.

（ his hand falls away, and there's the faint, obscene sound of him licking that sweet honey-slick glaze from his fingers. thoroughly, apparently, by the time he takes. the next bit of narration happens a few heartbeats before the action he's describing, giving sasuke just enough lag to understand his intention. ）

I'm going to drag my cock against you. Push back on me, there you go — good boy. Then I'm going to push into you slow.

（ again, the action follows. sex is a heady perfume in the air, and cy's touch is warm — once his cock no longer needs the steadying guidance of his hand, he lets it fall to sasuke's hip. ）

You couldn't move in the machine, but you can now. Fuck yourself against me, I want to be so deep you forget we're separate entities.

[chokuto]

[The narration keeps him grounded, moment to moment, fear of vulnerability lost to that shower of praise soon webbing him back into deep, aching lust. He can hear where Cy is by the sound of his voice, and the touch of hands over his body tells him the rest. The combined sensation is almost overwhelming — sensitivity kicked to a heightened degree like his mind can't decide what to track first. His attention follows the path of those fingers down the slope of a hip and over the curve of his ass, and when they find his messy cunt — still desperately wet with his own arousal, a flood he can't seem to stop even after numerous orgasms — there's another physical jolt of hips as he gasps.

It feels intense. It isn't like he couldn't tell where Cy's touch was headed, but the anticipation is exaggerated, sharpened under a lens of focus. There's the renewed recognition of his swollen belly spoken in Cy's voice, that he's holding life between them — and then the slick sounds of Cy's tongue. He doesn't have to see to know what the man is doing.

Then those instructions, which he abides, perhaps a little too hastily as his hips surge back and Cy's cock slides into his pussy as deep as he can get it, forced to crush his bent knees beneath his own weight. It's not something he would have done with anyone else. This — obscene, lurid display that feels almost more vulnerable than when he's facing Cy, almost filthier than anything they've done yet, because it means he's doing it all himself. He fucks himself back onto Cy's cock with an urgent need, the slap of skin in that collision too loud in his ears, making his skin burn with embarrassment and hot, vivid hunger. The jagged edge of his breath becomes audible — he can't maintain an even rhythm for long, as hips falter and one knee slips, but he keeps trying. Trying to be good enough to deserve that praise.

Perhaps because he can't see himself but he knows Cy's eyes are on him, it allows the leniency to just let go. There's no shame in the drive of his body as he bears onto Cy's cock, voice a little louder, moans broken into high breathless sounds.]

[hallowing]

（ and cy — lets him. surrendering, for the moment, active participation in the scene itself. forcing sasuke to use his body to please him with no recourse, no tender alternative save to rock against him in an unsteady staccato. cy lets him until exhaustion seems to threaten — one knee slips, his breathing jagged, worn down not just by the physicality but equally as much by the maintenance of this genjutsu. sasuke ends up panting, cheek pressed against the mattress as he flexes powerful thighs to drive his body backwards, and finally — finally cy has mercy on him.

he stills him with a touch and a soft shh. then he folds himself over sasuke's back, stroking his body — those magnificent tits, the curve of his belly, the plane of his flank. his hand roves to sasuke's right shoulder, and when he gets to the boy's elbow he straightens up and jerks sasuke's arm off the bed so any hope of supporting himself is dashed.

he hooks his elbow against sasuke's, pulling the boy up at an angle that will make him immediately, intimately aware of the pressure on his bladder, and lets his hand curl into the belt he'd tied against his opposite shoulder, effectively pinioning him as if he were a trapped bird. this forces both sasuke's shoulders back, making the prominence of his breasts and pregnancy a matter of display, not something easily hidden or ignored. ）

Legs together. （ is the instruction that follows — keeping his spine arched and pussy jutted backwards, he should be allowed the reward of being able to squeeze his thighs together for what little relief it offers. ） I own you, （ cy murmurs, a flex of pelvic muscles making his cock twitch where it's buried deeply inside sasuke. a kiss is pressed against his shoulder. ） Every part of you. The good things, the bad things, the ones that've hurt you. I own all of that, until you die. Say it.

（ say it, he says, as he holds sasuke fast and pulls back just enough to sink into him deep. ）

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[chokuto]

[The relief when Cy stills him is immense, but it also burns, a friction that has built in his belly until he's aware only of how fast his blood is beating when Cy seals their bodies back together. Those hands are gentle over the curves of this form, making him further aware of how he feels in this state, as a woman, as messy and delirious with desire as he's become from their efforts in genjutsu.

Then Cy pulls on his arm, yanking it behind him and forcing his back to curve, forced up from the comfort of a recline against the mattress. A pale whimper hitches behind his teeth, almost lost with how hard he's breathing. The belt over his left shoulder stabilizes the position, although this change applies such pressure to his lower belly that Sasuke can't help the high, wounded noise he makes — vividly aware of that fullness, pulsing dully between his legs, speared on Cy's cock and blind to see it. He doesn't know what he looks like, but he also shouldn't care; the view is for Cy alone. His submission is for Cy, a surrendering of control over even the most basic bodily functions to this maddened height of fantasy. It is emphasized all the more by Cy's words.]

Yes. Please, please... [He's so far gone he doesn't know what he means to beg for.] I'm yours. Own me.

[Obediently, legs squeeze in together — against the ache of his bladder, that need to release so savagely refused. It also makes him conscious of Cy's cock where it fills his pussy to the brim, unyielding, so hard and hot inside of him that Sasuke wants to sob, does a little in hitches of breath and softer gasps. He can't move, but he can feel the way his tits hang down, heavy and sore and bruised, and it would be humiliating if someone else saw him like this, but it isn't for them. It's for Cy.]

I'll... I'll belong to you, until I die. [This sense of finality appeals to him in that moment, as far gone as he is — a forever promised.] I swear. Please.