[The way Cy takes care of him, meticulously attentive to his needs in the moment while planning ahead for that future scenario where conversation will fall to the wayside of fantasy — Sasuke is struck, made tender by speechlessness. The emotion swells in him. He takes a deep and steadying breath, then reaches for one of Cy's hands and pulls it around his back, guiding the palm over the curve of his ass.]
Okay. Then finger me first, and we'll add the plug once I'm ready.
[In that intervening time, he'll probably need more lube anyway. Sasuke punctuates his request with a kiss — a little wet, hungry, teeth catching on a lip.]
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Okay. Then finger me first, and we'll add the plug once I'm ready.
[In that intervening time, he'll probably need more lube anyway. Sasuke punctuates his request with a kiss — a little wet, hungry, teeth catching on a lip.]
T'che verai. I love you.