[It's that moment, during the brief chill of transportation between one place to another, where he remembers a glimpse of what he'd seen back during the events of the curse they shared — a blur in his memory like water on glass. But he keeps his eyes closed here, obediently, until they arrive, and soon he's too distracted by Cy kissing him to linger on the thought.

They're still both a bit damp with exertion, but Sasuke doesn't find this disgusting — nothing about Cy could ever disgust him. He likes it, the press of their bodies through clothes, the soreness of the fight fresh behind. Separating from the kiss, he leans down into Cy's throat and licks a stripe of sweat off of smooth skin. It tastes like salt on his tongue. Cy is always warm, but now he feels hotter to the touch, muscles firmer.]

Then, do you want to fuck me? [A familiar tussle ensues, Sasuke fighting to be on top so he can resume grinding his ass down into Cy's lap.] Quickly. I don't want that much preparation for it. [There's a thoughtful tilt of his head.] I can change into a woman if it would be easier. I just want you inside of me.

[Yes, sparring made him incredibly horny — head empty only sex.]