[He wrenches at the rope fixed around his ankles, feeling the harsh friction against his skin, wanting it to leave pink abrasions — but there is compliance in everything else as he's situated back on the bed. With the purposeful angle of his head, there's no way not to dare a glance up at Cy in that dim room, powerful and in control above him, those eyes dark in that handsome face, every movement and action intently calculated.
It is outside the scene, but he experiences a brief rush of attraction looking at Cy. The love is always there, but now it threatens to pour out of his heart, off his tongue, and his chest constricts with the intensity of the emotion, a tug in the fray of fantasy. He closes his eyes to center himself again, because otherwise he's going to break the illusion and the role he's supposed to be performing might slip away from him.
As soon as Sasuke feels the first signal shaped by their joined hands, as soon as he sights those red wax candles, he knows what is coming. It is a kink they've never tried; he plays the quickening of breath off as magnified panic. He does have the fine control it takes to light the wick without catching first to any of the rest of the room — a thinly exhaled stream, flickering flames that catch fire with a quiet little crack.]
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It is outside the scene, but he experiences a brief rush of attraction looking at Cy. The love is always there, but now it threatens to pour out of his heart, off his tongue, and his chest constricts with the intensity of the emotion, a tug in the fray of fantasy. He closes his eyes to center himself again, because otherwise he's going to break the illusion and the role he's supposed to be performing might slip away from him.
As soon as Sasuke feels the first signal shaped by their joined hands, as soon as he sights those red wax candles, he knows what is coming. It is a kink they've never tried; he plays the quickening of breath off as magnified panic. He does have the fine control it takes to light the wick without catching first to any of the rest of the room — a thinly exhaled stream, flickering flames that catch fire with a quiet little crack.]
What are you doing?