（ cy makes a noise that's half a scoff, part of the scene the way what he does next is not: he noses at sasuke's hair, presses a soft kiss to his nape. little things, little moments, that remind them both that this is only play.
then his fingers tighten at sasuke's throat. punishing, bruisingly airless — dragging him to the edge of unconsciousness before releasing him. at the same time, the deep, brutal snap of his hips buries him seemingly deeper every time. the myriad sensations would be overwhelming if he wasn't what he is — the heat of sasuke's body, the smears of wax between them, the way that he can feel the radiating heat of physical injury in a parenthical curve where sasuke's ass meets his hips.
in scenes like this, he just lets himself run on autopilot. tightly wound even in the moment, he is far more focused on control than on his own pleasure, and what he feels is always incidental to the act. but sasuke playing into it so sweetly, giving him everything he's learned he likes — the sobs, the submission, the fighting, letting himself be humiliated and beaten and broken beneath him, is an added dimension he's not used to. he's run plenty of scenes that involved roleplayed rape. but he's never done it with someone who knows so intimately, so achingly why, and who's so perfectly suited to give him exactly what he needs in turn. it feels like an act of love that echoes into the empty palace of his bones, as tender an embrace as he's ever felt.
he comes with a shiver, buried deep, and to muffle the wounded-animal moan that would otherwise crack open from his throat he just bites at his nape, tasting blood on his tongue. ）
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then his fingers tighten at sasuke's throat. punishing, bruisingly airless — dragging him to the edge of unconsciousness before releasing him. at the same time, the deep, brutal snap of his hips buries him seemingly deeper every time. the myriad sensations would be overwhelming if he wasn't what he is — the heat of sasuke's body, the smears of wax between them, the way that he can feel the radiating heat of physical injury in a parenthical curve where sasuke's ass meets his hips.
in scenes like this, he just lets himself run on autopilot. tightly wound even in the moment, he is far more focused on control than on his own pleasure, and what he feels is always incidental to the act. but sasuke playing into it so sweetly, giving him everything he's learned he likes — the sobs, the submission, the fighting, letting himself be humiliated and beaten and broken beneath him, is an added dimension he's not used to. he's run plenty of scenes that involved roleplayed rape. but he's never done it with someone who knows so intimately, so achingly why, and who's so perfectly suited to give him exactly what he needs in turn. it feels like an act of love that echoes into the empty palace of his bones, as tender an embrace as he's ever felt.
he comes with a shiver, buried deep, and to muffle the wounded-animal moan that would otherwise crack open from his throat he just bites at his nape, tasting blood on his tongue. ）