[There's a hitch in his breath when Cy subverts their positions, when he's put on his back with that easy and effortless strength that exudes from the man — left a bit dizzy from the display of affection. Then Cy is gone in a bite of cold energy, the room feeling so much emptier than before in his wake.
Sasuke wastes no time, rolling off the bed onto quick feet to slip on his shoes and head where he knows Cy is. Once over the threshold of one of Talon's open training rooms, he shrugs off the hoodie he's wearing in a strip-down to the sleeveless, wide-necked top beneath. These days he doesn't dress this way often, mostly because of his arm — but Cy has seen him in all states before, and generally he keeps the limb bandaged from view anyway.
With a bit of overeager obedience he goes for one of the wooden swords and hefts it up, angles it toward Cy.]
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Sasuke wastes no time, rolling off the bed onto quick feet to slip on his shoes and head where he knows Cy is. Once over the threshold of one of Talon's open training rooms, he shrugs off the hoodie he's wearing in a strip-down to the sleeveless, wide-necked top beneath. These days he doesn't dress this way often, mostly because of his arm — but Cy has seen him in all states before, and generally he keeps the limb bandaged from view anyway.
With a bit of overeager obedience he goes for one of the wooden swords and hefts it up, angles it toward Cy.]
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