（ his voice is a low thrum of sound, darkened with lust and with love — because for all the myriad things they've done together, for all the sexual acts, for all the intimacy, these are the moments that feel as if they sink in beneath the cage of his ribs. where sasuke not only articulates what he wants, but acts on it — and is unashamed in the pursuit of his own pleasure. watching him grow and thrive and flourish is nearer to divinity than anything cy's ever seen in severmeretha.
the physical sensations, in that moment, cannot hope to match the emotional one that builds in him like a well-weathered storm. it almost takes him out of his body with its unmatched intensity, like sinking to the bottom of a pool where nothing else can exist save for the swell of warmth and affection he feels. six months ago, this boy could barely stand to be naked in a sexual context, and now — ）
I love you.
（ it's murmured softly, as he tugs sasuke down for a kiss by the tether of that little chain. once sasuke is close in against him, cy extricates both hands and just wraps the boy up in his arms, holding him there so he can kiss him again and again. the press of sasuke's breasts against his chest is a new sensation, but hardly an unwelcome one — if anything, it just makes him tighten his grip. driven to possess him in as many ways as he can. ）
Do you want me to come inside you?
（ while it's no functionally different in terms of the intimacies they've shared — there is the biological element at play here that doesn't exist in sasuke's male body. even though he can easily turn back — there is that variance and the meaning behind it, that's unmistakable. and while he's sure he already knows the answer, he does want to ask for asking's sake. ）
you could say that about every thread tbh???
（ his voice is a low thrum of sound, darkened with lust and with love — because for all the myriad things they've done together, for all the sexual acts, for all the intimacy, these are the moments that feel as if they sink in beneath the cage of his ribs. where sasuke not only articulates what he wants, but acts on it — and is unashamed in the pursuit of his own pleasure. watching him grow and thrive and flourish is nearer to divinity than anything cy's ever seen in severmeretha.
the physical sensations, in that moment, cannot hope to match the emotional one that builds in him like a well-weathered storm. it almost takes him out of his body with its unmatched intensity, like sinking to the bottom of a pool where nothing else can exist save for the swell of warmth and affection he feels. six months ago, this boy could barely stand to be naked in a sexual context, and now — ）
I love you.
（ it's murmured softly, as he tugs sasuke down for a kiss by the tether of that little chain. once sasuke is close in against him, cy extricates both hands and just wraps the boy up in his arms, holding him there so he can kiss him again and again. the press of sasuke's breasts against his chest is a new sensation, but hardly an unwelcome one — if anything, it just makes him tighten his grip. driven to possess him in as many ways as he can. ）
Do you want me to come inside you?
（ while it's no functionally different in terms of the intimacies they've shared — there is the biological element at play here that doesn't exist in sasuke's male body. even though he can easily turn back — there is that variance and the meaning behind it, that's unmistakable. and while he's sure he already knows the answer, he does want to ask for asking's sake. ）