chokuto

[He doesn't fight the hand that cradles his head, but he also doesn't let it stop him from being a horny menace, shifting his lower body until he's straddled directly over Cy's crotch in a deliberate pressure of weight. You have awakened his repressed teenage libido and now you must suffer the consequences.]

I want something rough later. A scene.

[Cy's touch is warm on his thigh — he feels overheated in the air of the gym, momentarily uncaring that they are technically in a public place.]

What kinda rough?

（ not averse — just, you know. testing the waters.

the 'cocksequences', as such, are taken well in hand (ha) as cy lifts his hips just a little, suggestive in what's now only unmistakably familiar. ）

[With an eager gust of breath, he grinds down against that slight lift, already well on his way to hard in his pants.]

What we did at the Naked Yolk, when you... choked me. [On your dick lmao.] Is it called breath play? I want to try that again.

[He hasn't thought much further beyond this desire in terms of a structured scene.]

I liked the way it felt.

Yeah, breathplay. It can get kinda dangerous, though — make sure that's something that's just us, okay?

（ he pulls sasuke down for another kiss, noses at his cheek. ）

We can take a crack at it. You want to make it part of some spicy roleplay?

Okay.

[What's wrong with being choked to unconsciousness, though... his head turns, lips rubbing at the raspy stubble over Cy's jaw.]

What sort of roleplay?

Winner's choice, remember?

（ you're the one calling the shots, little flame. ）

I'm sure you can come up with something for us to try. （ but he does tug lightly at sasuke's hair, possessive and sure. ） But if you can't or you start to get frustrated to try, I'll help.

（ and in the meantime... ）

Should we, ah... head back to our room to cool off?

（ 'have sex'. obviously. ）

[He makes a thoughtful noise, leaning into the slight tug at his hair. He doesn't know what he'll choose yet — would teacher and student be disproportionate for breathplay? That only brings to mind Kakashi, and whether his former sensei had ever choked him, which in this context Sasuke swiftly pushes from his mind.

At the question, his gaze sharpens.]

Yes. [...] I wish we had our own shower.

Anything can be turned into a private shower if you're annoying enough about it.

（ or if you're a bit unscrupulous about blocking the door to entry. either/or. ）

C'mon. You know the drill.

（ for teleportation, he means — which is why his fingers splay at the back of sasuke's head, holding him in against him before making the shift back to their room. they drop in on the bed with a little exhaled huff and cy proceeds to squirm until he can get a better angle for another kiss. ）

We should work up more of a sweat before we hit the showers, anyway.

[It's that moment, during the brief chill of transportation between one place to another, where he remembers a glimpse of what he'd seen back during the events of the curse they shared — a blur in his memory like water on glass. But he keeps his eyes closed here, obediently, until they arrive, and soon he's too distracted by Cy kissing him to linger on the thought.

They're still both a bit damp with exertion, but Sasuke doesn't find this disgusting — nothing about Cy could ever disgust him. He likes it, the press of their bodies through clothes, the soreness of the fight fresh behind. Separating from the kiss, he leans down into Cy's throat and licks a stripe of sweat off of smooth skin. It tastes like salt on his tongue. Cy is always warm, but now he feels hotter to the touch, muscles firmer.]

Then, do you want to fuck me? [A familiar tussle ensues, Sasuke fighting to be on top so he can resume grinding his ass down into Cy's lap.] Quickly. I don't want that much preparation for it. [There's a thoughtful tilt of his head.] I can change into a woman if it would be easier. I just want you inside of me.

[Yes, sparring made him incredibly horny — head empty only sex.]

（ that's... maybe the most forward sasuke has ever been about that particular offer, and cy mirrors the cant of his head, curious more than thoughtful. as if he's listening to some beat, some nuance in the boy's voice that will weight his own decision one direction or another. ultimately, he decides — sasuke wouldn't make the offer if he wasn't able to bear it, so: ）

Sweetheart, I always want to fuck you. I'm pretty sure if we didn't have to do other weird shit like eat and sleep and get jiggy with bathroom amenities my dick would only ever leave your body to move to a different orifice. （ charming...

but, more softly to the part about transforming: ） And sure, I'd like that.

（ he reaches to start the process of peeling sasuke's sweat-damp shirt off over his head to toss it off to a corner of the room. fans his hands across the boy's muscular chest, which he peels himself upwards from the bed to bite at playfully. your fault for having pecs, sasuke. ）

Because it's you.

（ that grinding is certainly doing its level best to coax his libido to an open flame, and he reaches out to grip the boy's hip in a bruising hold just to still him a moment. not because he's not enjoying it, but because the delayed gratification of denying sasuke what he wants in the moment amps him up even more.

his other hand, he holds out for sasuke to use to form the seals with a little smile as he drops back against the bed. ）

Can I put nipple clamps on you? I've not yet begun to debauch thine titties.

（ let him be a l'il mean, as a treat. ）

[Those first words earn a soft snort, as indelicately crass as usual from Cy, but the sentiment remains. He finds himself burning with it. In another state of mind, perhaps he might have hesitated before suggesting the physical change — but he has done it once already. Cy did not treat him any differently, and through the tunneled haze of aphrodisiac he had not felt wrong, or bad, or unlike himself. He understands the usage of oiroke no jutsu as a tool; in some ways this is only an extension of that.

And he won't deny the pleasure of it, the newness — wasted on a state of mind too blurred with the resort's influence to hold clarity. Right now, he just wants. He wants Cy inside of him. He doesn't want to wait. Logically, a woman's body can accommodate more with less preparation, and at the same time he can experience the transformation without the coercion of a spurned portrait's petty revenge.

He sucks in a breath when he feels the scrape of blunt teeth, right hand already reaching for Cy's own to form the seals.]

Fine. Just... don't make me wait too long.

[Isn't it clear he's horny and wants to fuck his boyfriend as soon as possible? He is not so modest this time, because Cy has seen him once before and he is impatient — so there is that rush of chakra, a little cool and crackling between them, and then he is seated astride Cy's hips in another body. Shirtless, his breasts are exposed, heavy and full. There is a slight difference of weight on top of Cy, and when he grinds hips down again over the man's crotch, it is up against the cradle of heat between his legs rather than the shape of a cock.]

（ he makes a soft sound of amusement, muffled against the curve of one breast. his hand, free of its utility to form the seals, skirts up sasuke's wrist to hook against the back of his elbow — touching just to touch. at that treasonous roll of his hips, cy exhales jaggedly and murmurs: ）

Who says I'm making you wait at all? You know where my dick is. This can be a self-serve buffet, party of one, tabled at your delicious cunt.

（ the last time they'd done this, cy had largely been the one guiding them — more familiar by far with the female body and all it entails. but they hadn't gotten all the way up to penetration — at least not with anything that wasn't silicon. but he thinks that experience had — shaken out, smoothed away the anxiety that might have otherwise existed, and so he's less protective than he might have otherwise been at sheltering sasuke into something new. the man wants to get fucked so urgently he's willing to swap sexes to do it, then cy's not going to trouble himself about going easy on him.

he reaches over to his nightstand — a short distance away given the size of the room — and pulls the drawer open, fingers blindly grasping around for the nipple clamps they last used during a blowjob, and when his fingers close on them he tugs the chain out with a little jangle. ）

At some point, I wanna use a riding crop on them, too. Given how sensitive you are, I bet I could get you off — （ he flicks at one of sasuke's nipples, not with any especial gentleness. coming off the adrenaline high of sparring, sasuke's natural pain tolerance will already be heightened. ） with just a little abuse.

（ his right hand slips around to sasuke's back, tugging him in so that cy can press a kiss against that breast, teeth scraping against sensitive skin to close against the nipple, cheeks hollowing with a slow suck of pressure that intensifies and then abates as he breaks the seal. one clamp is lifted and deftly affixed with a persistent pinch not so easily escaped. ）

Be a good boy and hold the other one for me, will you?

（ Getting You To Participate In Your Own Torment Is My Kink, Actually. ）

[Eyes snap to the clamps as soon as they're withdrawn from the drawer, chain dangling silver in the light — it has been some time since they've used them, but he hasn't forgotten the pinch on sensitive flesh, the dull ache brought by unrelenting pressure. He wonders if it will be more intense with a woman's breasts, with the gravity of their larger size hanging down, and he finds himself biting the inside of his cheek when Cy affixes the first clamp to a pale nipple. The skin flushes cherry-red quickly. His body shivers as a wave of sensation tingles through him.

And then — a pout blooms at that request, his right hand already slipping down to comply. He brushes away the longer strands of dark hair brought with his changed appearance before cupping underneath the spill of his other breast, holding it still as Cy fits the pinch of the clamp in place. Only a slight whimper works its way through gritted teeth. No pain, but a delicious throbbing begins to build for the acute pressure — and there's something obscene about the chain hanging between the peaks of soft nipples, like vulgar jewelry.]

You're a pervert.

[It comes out almost all breath, even as he begins struggling free of his pants, ungraceful and urgent. He is not startled this time by the wetness between his legs, except perhaps in how quickly it has become a hot, slippery glaze of arousal that he can feel on his inner thighs once fabric is gone, tossed to the floor. His hand fumbles to free Cy's cock — not caring to try to get the man equally naked in his haste, just enough that he can fit the head up against his cunt, a slide across wet folds suggestive of penetration, slicking the length. The tease doesn't last, and his voice hitches at the first initial push down of hips, trying to fit over the flared tip with no accommodating wait.]

I am a man in love with the hottest guy he knows, and you want to accuse me of perversion because I wanna fuck you as many ways as humanly and inhumanly possible? Sounds like somebody's asking for a spanking later.

（ he laughs, pleasant and warm even as sasuke squirms out of his pants, struggling to establish that singular point of connection with haste. cy lets him do it, hips lifting against that first slip against the labia, helping only when to remain still would otherwise be cruel — and there's a faint gust of breath as sasuke starts to ease himself down, as the head of his cock is enveloped in that warmth.

the slick heat, the clench of his body is fucking incredible, almost painful for how tight he is, and cy settles his hands against sasuke's thighs, pressing bruises into his skin as he resists the urge to just grab him and pull him all the way down. but the urge is there, so present and so strong that he forces himself to let go — one hand grabs the chain, and the other slips between them to offer friction to sasuke's clit with a firm press of his thumb, fingers fanned up against the mons. ）

Okay, I'm voting ride me for now because I wanna see your tits bounce — but then I'm gonna flip us and fuck you real hard after we get you off the first time.

[It's challenging to split his attention between Cy's words and the sensation of Cy's cock sliding into him, one thick inch at a time. He can tell the difference from the silicone toy immediately — while both are pleasant, and he likes that feeling of being slowly filled like no other, there's an undeniable intimacy to bare flesh intensified by the stretch, by the joining of bodies in slick union. He doesn't bear down too fast, but impatience still drives him quicker than perhaps advisable. Yet it doesn't hurt. It only aches that dull, throbbing pulse in tandem with his own blood. And he was not being coy — he doesn't stop until he's fitted over Cy's hips all the way, until his cunt has taken everything, and that deep channel inside of him is completely full to the brim.

And then he manages a quiet little sob, because it's new and overwhelming and perfect and exactly what he craves. Worse when Cy rubs at his clit, coaxing a jolt of muscles that he can't control as thighs squeeze tighter around Cy's lap.]

Are you sure I won't make you come first?

[His voice drags out of him, husky and dark and competitive — higher with that quality of femininity edged just barely underneath the tone — even if he has no doubt how quickly he's going to come on Cy's dick like this. In this body, he'll come again and again, and he doesn't mind the thought at all.

Still he acts on that conviction, dragging himself up in a sinuous roll of hips that barely slips Cy out of hot, wet folds before bearing back down. His hand braces on Cy's shoulder, core strength doing the work of fucking himself onto Cy with a vengeance, gasping at the tug of pressure at his nipples.]

Don't threaten me with a good time, gorgeous.

（ his voice is a low thrum of sound, darkened with lust and with love — because for all the myriad things they've done together, for all the sexual acts, for all the intimacy, these are the moments that feel as if they sink in beneath the cage of his ribs. where sasuke not only articulates what he wants, but acts on it — and is unashamed in the pursuit of his own pleasure. watching him grow and thrive and flourish is nearer to divinity than anything cy's ever seen in severmeretha.

the physical sensations, in that moment, cannot hope to match the emotional one that builds in him like a well-weathered storm. it almost takes him out of his body with its unmatched intensity, like sinking to the bottom of a pool where nothing else can exist save for the swell of warmth and affection he feels. six months ago, this boy could barely stand to be naked in a sexual context, and now — ）

I love you.

（ it's murmured softly, as he tugs sasuke down for a kiss by the tether of that little chain. once sasuke is close in against him, cy extricates both hands and just wraps the boy up in his arms, holding him there so he can kiss him again and again. the press of sasuke's breasts against his chest is a new sensation, but hardly an unwelcome one — if anything, it just makes him tighten his grip. driven to possess him in as many ways as he can. ）

Do you want me to come inside you?

（ while it's no functionally different in terms of the intimacies they've shared — there is the biological element at play here that doesn't exist in sasuke's male body. even though he can easily turn back — there is that variance and the meaning behind it, that's unmistakable. and while he's sure he already knows the answer, he does want to ask for asking's sake. ）

[The words go through him, warm to the core — cradled in Cy's arms he weathers a first orgasm, shaking, grinding his clit down against the hard ridge of the man's pelvic bone. He can feel the way his cunt squeezes around the intrusion of Cy's cock and it only leaves him more breathless, all on the heels of the adrenaline of earlier's spar.

And the love. Effusive like nothing he's ever felt, whole and real and steadying. More than he could have hoped to find in a lifetime, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve someone so kind — Cy's gentle proclamation sudden enough to bring a brief glint of tears to eyes, lowering his head into the tuck of Cy's shoulder. When that request comes on the heels of it, he manages to shudder out a response even as he feels his body tighten in a reflexive shivering of muscle.]

Inside. [Thighs are tight over Cy's lap, the rhythm of those driving thrusts less stable.] You don't have to ask that, do you? You know. [He stills, panting humid breath against Cy's skin as he's held, breasts pushed against the firm plane of a muscular chest.] I want it inside, Cy. I want you to get me pregnant. If we were anywhere else...

[There's a sharp inhale, a little ragged, a little on the verge of — too much emotion in the heat of the moment.]

（ he holds sasuke still, to stall the rock of his hips. not because he's worried he might come — the tender sentiment sketched into the air between them has him by the throat — but because he just wants to hold him a moment and talk through it. ）

If we were anywhere else.

（ it's a soft echo. a promise, too — because if it happens that they can leave this place one day together, he does want that. one hand strokes lovingly down the boy's spine, settling at the curve of his ass. the other hand is tucked in against the nape of his neck, curled in that long, dark hair. ）

But fuck would I love the way it looks on you.

（ he hooks his knee at the crook of one of sasuke's, then, and flips them so that he's positioned above him on the bed, a motion that displaces his cock from inside him. which he doesn't seem to mind, because it gives him an opportunity to bend down and press kisses against the swell of his breasts, against the place the chain falls against the flat plane of his stomach. another kiss, placed lower, is just below his navel. ）

Watching your tits fill out and your belly swell for me. You'd really have me walking around with a hard-on at all times, huh. There'd be no point to you wearing clothes for the entirety of the pregnancy, I don't think I'd be able to walk past you without bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you raw.

（ he shoves sasuke's legs up, hitches them over his shoulders as he drops down to tongue at that hot, wet spot between his thighs. a drag of his tongue against that honey-slick sweetness, and then a thoughtful kiss is pressed over the femoral artery. ）

Can I see that one day, in a genjutsu?

[There's a soft sound as he's flipped over, Cy's weight heavy on top of him, solid and reassuring and warm, murmuring against his skin between those reverent kisses. He can feel his pulse hitch a little quicker — disappointment for the absence of Cy's cock inside of him soon stemmed by the lave of a tongue. His back curves, long legs draping themselves over Cy's back with a desperate noise of pleasure, shocked how that new sensation ripples through him. He's obscenely wet against Cy's mouth, lost in the fantasy that is painted through words.]

I — yes, I can. I want to show you.

[Even if it's an illusion, at least they can enjoy it together in this dimension for now. It's not something he ever imagined for himself, of course — pregnancy. Yet the urge in him is monumental, set in stone, squirming hot at the idea of his body being heavy with Cy's child, claimed by him in that utterly whole way. To start a family with him. The sting of sentiment is back, a tear pinched from the corner of one eye when his hand slips down to snarl in Cy's dark hair.]

Cy, that feels good... Please.

[With a quiet little whine his hips rub upward, trying to find friction against his clit from Cy's mouth, aware of how his breasts spill with the movement, chain jingling against his skin.]

（ there's a rub of his cheek against one tender inner thigh, and then he acquiesces to the urging, licking a strip between the folds of his cunt to the clit, closing his mouth over the little bundle of nerves with a slow, deliberate suck. one hand rests tangled in the chain between his tits, tugging and releasing the tension the way a cat kneads at a blanket, palm over his belly as if to further spear that sentiment to fruition — but the other slips lower, and he pushes several fingers inside that slick channel in a smooth beckon of motion.

the seal of his mouth breaks with a pop and he lets his teeth drag against the hood of the clit, not with any especial roughness, just blunt touch. ）

Let's do that, then. Soon. Not today, but — soon.

（ today, they have other plans. that apparently involve leaving?? the room?? at some point?? sounds fake, actually, when all he wants to do is stay burrowed between his thighs until sasuke is literally sobbing from overstimulation and is physically unable to experience another orgasm, but hey —

in between gentle, kittenish licks at his clit: ）

Be a good boy and come for me again, then you can take my cock. I'll fuck a child into you right here.

（ the reality doesn't have to align with the words he says. they both enjoy the talk, so why not indulge? ）

[Sensation begins to overwhelm him, washing all thought out — Cy's mouth feels molten between his legs, sucking at the tender nerves of his clit in a way that sends electric pleasure in waves, curling toes, thighs shaking where they drape over broad shoulders. Then those fingers slide into his needy cunt, a low moan falling loose as his back curves, giving over to the little tugs of the chain attached to sensitive nipples. The dull ache of pressure has turned them cherry-red — abused, flushed to stiff peaks. It is almost mindless how his body responds, so taken that he doesn't care how he might look, how it feels from changed physiology. And it certainly helps that he's experienced an orgasm before like this. He knows what to expect.

It doesn't prevent him from falling apart all over again, that blinding crest of pleasure when he reaches the high cliff and plunges down, core of his belly trembling through the hot shockwave. He is immediately oversensitive; Cy's fingers are too much and not enough, folds soaked in that slick flood of arousal, hips bucking uncontrollably to ride thick knuckles through it.]

Cy, Cy... I want it — I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock.

[In this state, it's easier to let himself slip into the vulgar language in turn, because it's what he wants and this shelter they've created is safe to bear himself.]

Will you come inside of me? Hurry.

（ there's a press of one soft kiss against his thigh, one final ruthlessly deep press of his fingers, and then his hand withdraws. well within sasuke's line of view, he proceeds to lick the mess from his fingers, taking his time to be almost agonizingly thorough. ）

My impatient, perfect whore, can't wait to be bred.

（ there's a moment where it seems like he might deny sasuke what he's asked for — less out of a lack of desire and more because he enjoys putting him on the edge of pleasure and forcing him to ride it out without release — but it's clearly only play, because his next act is to hook his forearm against sasuke's knees and force them upwards. this bends him nearly in half, knees pinioned to his chest and apart just enough to provide easy access to that sweet spot between his thighs. ）

Look how fucking good you are for me like this.

（ there's a gentle, caressing pet with his free hand that slips between the folds of sasuke's labia, the sort of on-display demonstration he mirrored not so very long ago in the genjutsu, in sasuke's customary body. everything about this boy, he just likes to look at. and he likes, too, sasuke being forced to endure the scrutiny. ）

Such a pretty cunt, and it flushes for me just like your cock does. The same shade of red, like a blush.

（ he positions himself so that his free hand can grasp his cock, letting sasuke take the bulk of his weight against his folded knees as he nudges the head of it in against him. that first moment where he breaches that slick hole and starts to sink inward feels divine all over again. once his hand is no longer needed to steady the course, it lifts to the chain anchored to sasuke's nipples, and tugs until his breasts are no longer compressed against his thighs but arranged in a spill of cleavage between them. ）

Take a breath for me — and then hold it. You can breathe again when I come.

（ which, you know, won't be too long, because he may be a god but when he's got his cock buried in literally whatever orifice of sasuke's is on offer, he can't help but feel human. ）

Edited (WORD CRIME JAIL ) 2024-05-08 01:47 (UTC)

[The vulgar language burns hot on his face, roots of arousal only twisted deeper in him to be made Cy's whore, to be bred for him — even if forced into such a vulnerable state. Especially for that, because he would not do this for anyone else, would not let anyone see him spread and bent in half, bare cunt on display in this changed body, and that Cy has walked him so far into a place of trust is the only reason.

It is all he wants, then, at the humiliation of his legs hiked up and hooked over strong shoulders, immobilizing him on the bed. Even breathing is made a little harder for it, knees against his chest in a crush of pressure — his body almost covered completely by Cy above him, only for this man's eyes to see. And Cy continues the obscenity of words that seem to spill second nature from his lips.

In a daring flicker of lashes, Sasuke looks down at himself at everything described — where his breasts are squeezed between legs, full cleavage a deep line down to nipples flushed that dark, abused shade of color. Further, the smooth flat of his belly indented with the effort of being folded practically in half, and further, where he can see Cy's cock sinking into the red, wet slit of his cunt too slowly, an agonizing slide of inches filling him up.

Cy's request — is met with a soft sob, less voice than air, because he's not expecting it and in this state there's nothing he would refuse this man. He manages a dizzy nod.]

Yes. [Mouth already open, about to inhale his last breath obediently.] Yes, sir.

[And then he swallows a gulp of air and seals his lips into a tight line, head tipping back on the sheets.]

Edited 2024-05-08 02:03 (UTC)

There you go.

（ his hand lifts up, and strokes at the column of sasuke's throat. not holding, not restricting air or trying to, but there's no denying that his hand is a possessive sprawl, broad palm, long fingers, that close on his neck like the collar. his hand stays light, thumb stroking along the line of the femoral artery. ）

Good boy. You always do so well for me, my beautiful obedient little slave. I'm gonna go a little deeper this time — don't talk, don't breathe, but if it feels good for you, give me a thumbs up. Bad, a thumbs down, and I won't do it again.

（ he bottoms out against sasuke in a long, slow flex of pelvic floor muscles that butts the head of his cock against the cervix. it feels like a slick, spongy wall, and with sasuke's body contorted as it is it's probably the easiest of all possible angles to get this deep. as he does it, his attention is on sasuke's face — gauging his reaction. ）

[The weight of Cy's hand on his throat only makes him more aware, an airless swallow flexing cartilage beneath that warm palm. He makes a small humming sound, mm, closed up in the tight seal behind lips, as if unable to help some acknowledgment.

Then there's that shift, Cy's cock sliding into him as he's never felt it, slow and languid and almost cruel when he can't breathe past the pleasure of that stretch. He isn't certain what he's expecting to feel when Cy bottoms out inside of him, but it isn't that — pressure inside of him, a place so deep in his belly he has no words to describe the sensation. It feels like a termination of space, dull and sore and edging a thin line of pain that doesn't quite manifest, and he can't help a frantic little squirm of hips. He's so unbearably full, and so wet, Cy's cock throbbing with a steady pulse that he realizes is his own. It becomes louder in his ears the longer he goes without air. Red-faced, swallowing again in the cradle of Cy's hand.

A hand lifts, giving Cy the gesture of a green light. A thumbs up.]

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this thread has really gone places

you could say that about every thread tbh???

what is wrong with them (affectionate)

when the otp hits just right (derogatory)

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