[He doesn't pull away when that hand finds his chin, even if the desire to play in mock-struggle bears down on him — his gaze is too rapt on Cy's face, on the words that soon fall out of his mouth. And then there's nothing else in his mind for the way the sentiment crowds out all coherent thought.
Desire in him aches, pulse quickening, eyes dark with the impact of what is promised. He doesn't want to leave, protest in the tension of muscles as he's pushed back. He wants to turn those filthy words true right here in the dirt of the forest floor.
There's a fine tremble, most visible in the tail that has curled down, to the ears flattened against his head. He cannot speak let alone leave. Cy will have to go first, because by the way Sasuke is looking at him — longing, pleading — he's close to the end of what self-control he possesses in this state.]
they are so not normal
Desire in him aches, pulse quickening, eyes dark with the impact of what is promised. He doesn't want to leave, protest in the tension of muscles as he's pushed back. He wants to turn those filthy words true right here in the dirt of the forest floor.
There's a fine tremble, most visible in the tail that has curled down, to the ears flattened against his head. He cannot speak let alone leave. Cy will have to go first, because by the way Sasuke is looking at him — longing, pleading — he's close to the end of what self-control he possesses in this state.]
Cy.