（ another soft, smooth stroke over sasuke's ass, fingers slipping against the crease, teasing in against the rim of his hole, and then back to the gentle massage. the way the kid's keyed up doesn't miss his notice — the kiss of a blush adding colour to his pale skin, the way that cy can feel the twitch of his cock where it's tucked neatly against his thigh, the hitch in his breathing, the way he steadies himself with the flex of strong core muscles. but it's — the way he just puts himself in cy's hands, so absolute and trusting — that's the real aphrodisiac. submission as an act of love. trust as an act of service.
kulo vayn would take this boy in its hands and break him down to fucking nothing. only three people ever survived it, and sasuke is patterned exactly after them — a survivor, sharp as a knife and hard as a shield. even now, that impulse lives in him. it would be so easy to slip beneath the surface of that learned sadism, to become nothing more than what he was built into — a destroyer, a ruiner, to wear the mantle of war like a cloak and leave only blood and suffering in his wake. sasuke speaks to that sliver hammered into his soul that is not nice or kind or restrained, and sometimes when he looks at him it's with an overlay of fresh wounds and bloodied lips and he —
shivers, a little.
but he's held back that tide for longer than he drowned in its bloody depths. he peels himself back from the urge, and instead only gently says: ）
Count the blows outloud for me, okay? It'll give you something to focus on. I'll leave my other hand here — （ he rests it near sasuke's, one finger reaching out to hook against his index finger, a brief touch that doesn't linger. ） in case you want the contact. Don't tense — that'll make it hurt more, I want you to stay relaxed as much as you can. I won't move onto the next strike until you've counted the last one outloud, so if you need a bit of a break you can wait a few seconds to say it.
（ he pitches himself a bit awkwardly sideways, puts his right hand beneath sasuke's chest and levers him up a little too so this next kiss can be pressed against his lips. ）
Thanks for exploring this with me. It means a lot. Tell me when you're ready to start. Take all the time you need.
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（ another soft, smooth stroke over sasuke's ass, fingers slipping against the crease, teasing in against the rim of his hole, and then back to the gentle massage. the way the kid's keyed up doesn't miss his notice — the kiss of a blush adding colour to his pale skin, the way that cy can feel the twitch of his cock where it's tucked neatly against his thigh, the hitch in his breathing, the way he steadies himself with the flex of strong core muscles. but it's — the way he just puts himself in cy's hands, so absolute and trusting — that's the real aphrodisiac. submission as an act of love. trust as an act of service.
kulo vayn would take this boy in its hands and break him down to fucking nothing. only three people ever survived it, and sasuke is patterned exactly after them — a survivor, sharp as a knife and hard as a shield. even now, that impulse lives in him. it would be so easy to slip beneath the surface of that learned sadism, to become nothing more than what he was built into — a destroyer, a ruiner, to wear the mantle of war like a cloak and leave only blood and suffering in his wake. sasuke speaks to that sliver hammered into his soul that is not nice or kind or restrained, and sometimes when he looks at him it's with an overlay of fresh wounds and bloodied lips and he —
shivers, a little.
but he's held back that tide for longer than he drowned in its bloody depths. he peels himself back from the urge, and instead only gently says: ）
Count the blows outloud for me, okay? It'll give you something to focus on. I'll leave my other hand here — （ he rests it near sasuke's, one finger reaching out to hook against his index finger, a brief touch that doesn't linger. ） in case you want the contact. Don't tense — that'll make it hurt more, I want you to stay relaxed as much as you can. I won't move onto the next strike until you've counted the last one outloud, so if you need a bit of a break you can wait a few seconds to say it.
（ he pitches himself a bit awkwardly sideways, puts his right hand beneath sasuke's chest and levers him up a little too so this next kiss can be pressed against his lips. ）
Thanks for exploring this with me. It means a lot. Tell me when you're ready to start. Take all the time you need.