（ hearing chiskikani on sasuke's lips — a language that's been dead so long its only haven is his mind — is its own sort of love. what he feels isn't grief, exactly — but it's what grief leaves you with when it's hollowed you out. he returns the kiss, but gentler, more settled — and then they move on.
it's a familiar thing between them now, settled and sure — not like those first few attempts when more than one of these instances had gone a little off the rails. cy teases him through it, and at the end gives him a box of stuff to take back to his room — things they've either discussed using during a scene, or considered. the spider gag is one of them, and cy gives him a walkthrough of how it's used, with the caveat — if you decide you don't want it to be part of the scene, just keep it out of the box.
and then he drops him off in his room, not willing after earlier's incident to make him walk through the halls with a plug up his ass. tells him to wear something to bed he doesn't mind getting ruined, and to keep the bell in his hand — from there, it's a waiting game.
cy doesn't return to his room, but to one of the rooftop venues that's lush and green, and he just sits under a tree and lets his mind empty of thought like water through a sieve. he can smell grass and moss and growing things, and he thinks about nothing. eventually, he stirs — gets to his feet and decides rather than to teleport down, he'll walk. normally, he might make a meander of it all. check out some shops, chat with a few folks he's seen before along the way, but today he just goes in a straight line, and winds up outside of sasuke's door.
he considers smoking a cigarette first, but scent is such a powerful purveyor of memory he'd rather not introduce it as an element to round out the scene, and so, with a final roll of his shoulders, he just teleports into the familiar space. the room is abysmally small, as always, but he knows it all the more intimately for how sasuke organizes it — and it's easy to be kneeling in a moment on the bed, fingers closing on sasuke's wrist as he shoves him face down on the mattress from whatever position he was in feigning sleep. ）
Hey, gorgeous.
（ as requested — his tone mirrors the one he'd used in the genjutsu. there's a cruelty that lingers there, undercut beneath a playful affect like a heady perfume. like a dark mirror of who he is, or who he could be.
the lack of space doesn't leave them much maneuvering room, and it means that he puts one knee into the small of sasuke's back to hold him down, pinioned against the bed. leaning his weight into him until it'll be a strain on the lungs. ）
Shh. Don't scream. What will the neighbours think?
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it's a familiar thing between them now, settled and sure — not like those first few attempts when more than one of these instances had gone a little off the rails. cy teases him through it, and at the end gives him a box of stuff to take back to his room — things they've either discussed using during a scene, or considered. the spider gag is one of them, and cy gives him a walkthrough of how it's used, with the caveat — if you decide you don't want it to be part of the scene, just keep it out of the box.
and then he drops him off in his room, not willing after earlier's incident to make him walk through the halls with a plug up his ass. tells him to wear something to bed he doesn't mind getting ruined, and to keep the bell in his hand — from there, it's a waiting game.
cy doesn't return to his room, but to one of the rooftop venues that's lush and green, and he just sits under a tree and lets his mind empty of thought like water through a sieve. he can smell grass and moss and growing things, and he thinks about nothing. eventually, he stirs — gets to his feet and decides rather than to teleport down, he'll walk. normally, he might make a meander of it all. check out some shops, chat with a few folks he's seen before along the way, but today he just goes in a straight line, and winds up outside of sasuke's door.
he considers smoking a cigarette first, but scent is such a powerful purveyor of memory he'd rather not introduce it as an element to round out the scene, and so, with a final roll of his shoulders, he just teleports into the familiar space. the room is abysmally small, as always, but he knows it all the more intimately for how sasuke organizes it — and it's easy to be kneeling in a moment on the bed, fingers closing on sasuke's wrist as he shoves him face down on the mattress from whatever position he was in feigning sleep. ）
Hey, gorgeous.
（ as requested — his tone mirrors the one he'd used in the genjutsu. there's a cruelty that lingers there, undercut beneath a playful affect like a heady perfume. like a dark mirror of who he is, or who he could be.
the lack of space doesn't leave them much maneuvering room, and it means that he puts one knee into the small of sasuke's back to hold him down, pinioned against the bed. leaning his weight into him until it'll be a strain on the lungs. ）
Shh. Don't scream. What will the neighbours think?