[ what tseng understands of sasuke: that he scans every room he walks into. that his hands are rough from handling weapons, and that he was raised to view submission as a sign of weakness. that he thinks far more than he speaks, that he's serious and taciturn. tseng can understand the appeal of relinquishing control, for someone like that—as well as the appeal of being cared for in the aftermath.

watching sasuke blush a little as he talks about it is... cute, in a way tseng wasn't expecting. it feels like a glimpse under the outward armor, like being allowed to see the softer and more tender parts of himself that sasuke keeps so carefully guarded. tseng nods, smiling slightly. ]

Based on what you've suggested about your world, I can imagine that aftercare wasn't commonplace. [ he's glad that sasuke's outlook has changed, in this place. ] But I'm glad to hear you enjoy receiving it now, because I enjoy giving it.

[ he thinks for a moment, on the subject of pain and subspace. if that kind of play is likely to send sasuke to a mental place where he won't have the wherewithal to use his safe word, then it makes even more sense that cyram would want to supervise, at least toward the beginning. ]

Is there anything you'd like to know about me?