（ of course he struggles. cy puts a hand against the back of his nape to hold him pinioned against the bed, fingers closing a little, uncomfortably tight. enough to compress the arteries at the sides of his neck, though not quite enough to drop him into that hazy state of twilight consciousness. ）

Because you're pretty.

（ that's a murmur as he leans down, breath a hush against his ear as he holds him down. the more sasuke struggles, the more his hold tightens — eventually he shifts the boy's hips to his other thigh, so he can wedge his left leg over his knees and keep him from kicking or twisting his hips to get away. ）

Because I could tell you wouldn't give in right away. And because I could smell the fucking slut on you from across the room.