（ cy just snorts, and when he's satisfied he lets one hand stroke down the length of sasuke's spine, fingers briefly digging down against knots of tension in the muscle there. a loving little interlude that turns to cruelty only when he adds another slap to sasuke's ass. ）

Sweetheart, I'm not going to leave this room until I've ruined you.

（ he leans down into his space to wipe the tears away, to drag his thumb against the boy's bottom lip. ）

You said it's your first time, so I'm going slow.

（ he pulls sasuke back into his lap, arranging him just so until he's satisfied with where he's bent over his lap, pressed down against the damp stain he'd just cleaned up with his tongue. cy folds him a little, forcing him bent, and then he takes the plug and eases it slightly back. they'd discussed this, too — and cy had cautioned him it would hurt, but sasuke had, if anything, seemed all the hungrier for it. so he takes the hairbrush, and pushes its lubed up handle in beside the plug, not quite letting it sink in yet, but making a clear threat. ）

It'll go easier if you relax.