（ the words are like a trigger that pushes him over the threshold into the practiced ease of domination. cy's never — willfully so — gotten any enjoyment out of being an asshole as a dominant. it cleaves too close, presses too much on the fractures that will live in him until he dies. the kindness is a choice, even when it accompanies pain.
his free hand rubs against the back of sasuke's fingers where they're curled against the bell, a counterpoint to the blow about to land. the warning that sasuke gets is the sudden envelopment of his hand in a bracing press before he lets his hand fall back to its resting place, and then —
when he strikes it's with the same exacting force he'd demonstrated on sasuke's hand only yesterday, neatly across his ass. the smack of his palm is loud in the hush of the room, and once the blow's landed he rubs the spot, soothing it with the warmth of his palm as he waits for sasuke to count off. if it takes him a few seconds before he can manage it, cy will slip his hand further up against his spine, cradling the nape of his neck briefly before returning to its comforting press against the reddened mark blooming against his skin. ）
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his free hand rubs against the back of sasuke's fingers where they're curled against the bell, a counterpoint to the blow about to land. the warning that sasuke gets is the sudden envelopment of his hand in a bracing press before he lets his hand fall back to its resting place, and then —
when he strikes it's with the same exacting force he'd demonstrated on sasuke's hand only yesterday, neatly across his ass. the smack of his palm is loud in the hush of the room, and once the blow's landed he rubs the spot, soothing it with the warmth of his palm as he waits for sasuke to count off. if it takes him a few seconds before he can manage it, cy will slip his hand further up against his spine, cradling the nape of his neck briefly before returning to its comforting press against the reddened mark blooming against his skin. ）