chokuto

（ 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. ）

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[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.]

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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.]

（ cy kisses one of his calves in a forward bend, and then murmurs a quiet 'thank you' for the signal. ）

Okay — then I'm gonna go harder. Stop me if you need to — but I won't make you wait longer than you can stand, beloved.

（ he shifts his arm where his weight is braced, forcing him into the fold, his hand curving upwards to cradle the side of sasuke's calf just for touching's sake as he fucks into him with a snap of his hips. true to the promise, it's a merciless pace that only stutters in the rhythm when he gets close to the jagged edge of orgasm, and he draws his cock nearly out of the boy's cunt in that moment.

he holds himself there, an act of brutality borne out in the way he looks at sasuke, studying the strain of breathlessness carved into his expression, and when he can tell that sasuke's stood it as long as he can his fingers tighten just a little at his throat, thumb and forefinger squeezing at the arteries with a whisper of pressure at either side of his throat. then, with a shiver and a final inward drive of his cock, he comes with a sharp exhalation. he lets himself collapse on top of sasuke, strong arms reaching to encircle his back, to keep sasuke wrapped up against him, almost entirely immobilized, compressed into a position that's nothing else so much as breedable — fuck, it's enough to make him lose his mind. ）

Stay — （ he murmurs, the sentiment spilling out in eyredai. he doesn't know if it's order or entreaty or a plea. don't go, don't leave me, don't move all tangled up into a single word. ）

[The denial of air intensifies everything. He has to fight with his body's instinct for survival, but he has the well-carved discipline to do it — he holds even through those first hard, ruthless thrusts of Cy's cock inside of him to that utmost depth, shoved against that aching space at the brim of his body. The strain only tightens his cunt around the intrusion of the man's dick, and there's a brief, desperate little thrash when Cy's fingers pinch his throat — wavy spots of black peppering his vision but not taking him under. The headiness is so absolute that the rest of the world ceases to exist. He is here, pinned down, mercilessly fucked to a point he can no longer take any more and then he feels Cy come, that hot rush of seed filling him, satisfying the carnal drive to be bred by this man and none other.

And almost instantaneously his mouth cracks open on a desperate drag of air, ragged and hungry, all but sobbing through those first few heaves of breath. He's not really aware of the tears dripping from the corners of closed eyes, pinched loose from the sheer burden of pressure on top of him and inside of him. If he hears Cy, it's a background detail — the slip of foreign language straying across his periphery.]

Please... please...

[He begs senselessly, stupidly, legs trembling where they're hooked and held over Cy's shoulders as another wave of orgasm hits him — less because of direct stimulation than it is a combination of everything. The hard ridge of pelvic bone compressed against his clit where they're joined; the ache of flexibility in this submissive position; the feeling of Cy's dick as deep as he can possibly take it; and the slippery flood of come, reminding him that in this body Cy could impregnate him, that there's no barrier of fantasy like this. Not biology, not illusion. Eventually Sasuke's voice cools to a whimper, but he doesn't dare try to move.]

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（ eventually, the world spins back into colour. he starts existing beyond the beat of their hearts and that intimate point of connection between them, the softening of his spent cock and the slick, wet heat of sasuke's body. he doesn't want to move, because moving means the loss of this moment, and this is something he wants to keep close in the shelter of a shattered mind as long as he can hold it.

but eventually — eventually, he pulls back. his cock slips from sasuke's cunt and he wipes at a tacky string of come that leaks from his hole, pushes it back inside his body with the hook of his fingers. lets his legs down, and reaches to gently undo the clamps at his nipples, each one soothed with the press of his mouth, the soft suck and the lave of his tongue. other kisses are left against his sternum, the divot at the root of his throat, the edge of his jaw where it's been smoothed to androgyny by the jutsu. ）

Christ outloud, you're so perfect.

[The swell of his chest rises with each heavy breath, eventually reaching an equilibrium, pounding heart brought back to a calmer pace. He feels Cy's deft fingers briefly push into him and squirms at the sensitivity, legs falling open to either side once released. His nipples are aching, chafed from the clamps, and he makes a small noise when Cy's tongue slips over each one, leaving tender skin glossy and wet.]

I love you.

[A dizzy murmur, arm already reaching to try and pull Cy against him. His chin turns to catch that wandering mouth as it lays down kisses. It doesn't feel possible that this is real — that these words fall effortlessly from his lips.]

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I'd never doubt it.

（ he slots himself beside sasuke, limbs arranged into a possessive splay, and nuzzles at his shoulder. ）

So. Sparring, huh. Really turns your crank that much?

Do you find it that surprising?

[He rolls onto his side, keeping thighs pressed tightly together to mitigate what is soon to be a leaking mess.]

I'm competitive by nature. [A thoughtful look crosses his face.] Well, that's the first time I've... ever acted on it. Thought to act on it. In the past, I'd just fight, or train, until I was too tired to do anything else.

It's not surprising.

（ no, that's not quite what he meant. he reaches up to cradle sasuke's cheek, thumbing at the fine bone. ）

I just wanted to know if it's something we should do more often. I liked seeing you like this.

Ah. I'd like that. Not only because of what we did after, but I enjoyed sparring with you.

[Sorry that it's one of his love languages. Or maybe just — the physicality in general. The playfulness.]

It was... fun.

[What a weird concept??? Having fun??]

（ there's a warm laugh, and cy tugs sasuke closer in a little tumble that winds up with him half-pinning him down to the bed. ）

Okay. Then I don't mind doing it more often.

（ he leans in and nips at his bottom lip. ）

But I know you cheated, so part of my date planning is going to be a punishment. Think you can take it for me?

（ it's clear by his tone that he doesn't actually care, that his words don't imply a consequence in any serious, lasting way. ）

How do you know I was cheating?

[HUFFY... but there is not, in fact, a lack of interest in his eyes when Cy rolls partially on top of him. Sasuke just doesn't intend to make it too easy.]

... What kind of punishment?

Well, I wasn't a hundred percent certain, but you sure as hell just nudged me in that direction.

（ that's said playfully, with a bite at his throat. the rest of the words are a sonorous murmur, punctuated by kisses and the drag of his teeth. ）

I was thinking about putting a toy inside you, nice and deep in your ass. Something that vibrates and expands. I get the remote control. You get a nice, luxurious dinner of torturous humiliation at the whim of your cruel dominant, while you wonder frantically if other people can hear the thrum of the vibration, if other people can see the way you squirm, if they're looking at you as you pant and whimper and plead with me and I deny you release every time.

（ there's a long, drawn-out sound of appreciation, a sort of mmmm, caged in a breath as he mouths at sasuke's jugular, and then returns to kiss his mouth. ）

Of course, you've got more control than that. Maybe you'd be fine. Maybe no one would have a reason to look at you and think, look at that slut being so good for his lover. But I kinda want to find out, you know?

[The response is immediate — distracted, shifting beneath Cy's mouth as it lavishes attention across his throat. It only makes him more aware that he's wet between the legs, because when he shifts he can feel the mess, this more feminine body warmly overheated.]

You want to do that... in public?

[It's the first time Cy has proposed something so flagrantly bold, given most of their experiences have been kept privately behind closed doors. Often in this room. Cy kisses him again, face now red with a flush, pale skin too easily colored.]

That seems excessive, for a punishment.

[Never mind how completely normal it would be in the resort.]

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Too much?

（ if it is, he'll let it go. it's not something he needs, just — you know, always thinking about fun new ways to torment sasuke. ）

Maybe we could have a picnic instead. It doesn't have to be super public.

I don't mind if it's a little public. [Let him adjust to the idea first. Acclimate your Uchiha slowly...] An expensive restaurant would be hard to leave, if it's — too intense. If something goes wrong.

[He cannot handle that many people. Not yet.]

Somewhere more casual.

（ one palm is flattened possessively over sasuke's belly, fingers digging in like a cat kneading a blanket against his flank. ）

Okay. I'll let you off lightly this time, Uchiha. Only a little public torment this time around. I'll put the toy up your ass and make you bear it while I handfeed you exquisite delicacies. You don't get to come until I say, though, that's the rule.

（ that hand skirts lower, dips down between his thighs. exploratory, as if he hadn't just spent the past half hour intimately acquainting his dick with that honey sweet spot between them. a caress parts the soft lips of his cunt, and his fingers rub at an oversensitive clit. ）

But I don't think I'm done exploring you like this just yet. （ he anchors that exploratory hand against sasuke's crotch and shoves him up the bed with an effortless strength. the adjustment seems to have been done solely so he can bend to kiss at his breasts without having to contort himself or change his own position. ）

Tell me about a fantasy you want me to fill for you. I know you struggle with being explicit, but try for me, okay? Your best is good enough, it always is.

（ he forces sasuke's legs to part as he talks, content to put the boy exactly how he wants him as a prelude to fingering him, fingers meeting no resistance through the slippery glide of come and sasuke's own arousal. ）

[With an absent-minded nod, his gaze tracks the movement of Cy's hand until it slips between the squeeze of thighs — that rub at his clit reigniting sore nerves, earning a soft exhale of a whine. He reaches to bracelet Cy's wrist with the slender fingers of his own hand, but he doesn't try to steer it away, just holds on.]

Are you really this insatiable?

[There's no heart in the protest, easily handled further up the bed to bare his breasts to Cy's waiting mouth — nipples still pink and pebbled from the cooler air of the room. He shivers at the exposure and curves his body in toward Cy's warmth. Legs split apart, revealing the messy efforts of their previous lovemaking, the shine of come smeared across pale inner thighs, dark curls low on his belly a little wet too. In the aftermath, urgency has dulled to a simmer and everything feels slower, more deliberate, more intimate. He becomes hyper-aware of his female body in a new way.]

... I don't know if my answer to that is going to be interesting. When I think of what I want you to do to me, it's not — creative or new. [Self-consciously he turns his head, cheek pressed down.] I know we mostly share this room together now. That's what I want, but, [teeth pinch the inside of his cheek] I've imagined myself in my own room, and you... coming in when I don't expect it. Surprising me.

[Cy would ask him, How? So he tries, even if it makes him want to put his head under a pillow.]

Overwhelming me. Like that first time we were together and you held me down so I couldn't move. You'd have to make sure no one could hear me, and maybe you'd tie me up. Then you could take your time.

（ he breathes a laugh out against the curve of one breast. ）

Insatiable more generally? Nah. Insatiable with you? Fuck to the yep.

（ sorry sasuke you are catnip and he's got that uchiha brand cat-coding all on his own, thanks. then, as sasuke settles into the mores of his fantasy he falls silent, contented to just touch him wherever he can reach. when sasuke says it's not going to be interesting he only snorts in clear protest — obviously whatever he says will be captivating for no other reason than the fact it's sasuke. and as he goes through the description, he can't deny the way lust sweeps through him and settles in the pit of his stomach in a hot smoulder. ）

Okay. （ his tone is burnished to a warm sheen. ） You said you wanted to do a rougher scene after our date — do you want to try something like that? （ he'd asked, specifically, to be choked — but that could dovetail neatly into the rest of what he's describing here. ）

Then I feel the same way.

[He had never thought someone would has such a profound effect on him, mentally as well as physically — but perhaps that is what makes Cy so irresistible. With a pleasant little shiver at those touches, he drapes his leg over Cy's body to shelter in closer.]

We can. I also don't mind, trying role play again. Maybe we can discuss the details of the scene more beforehand if that would help. [He tries not to squirm with Cy's mouth on his chest, breath slightly ticklish.] ... I don't want to hold back on that because of what happened last time.

（ he makes a considering sound, adjusting where needed so that sasuke can curl in close. ）

That's a good idea. I can just act like myself but an asshole. （ a bit of a laugh, then: ） That one's not hard.

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breeding kink intensifies

you mean it can get WORSE?

SOMEHOW

'somehow, breeding returned' still a better script than tlj

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from breeding to cnc i guess

(multitudes intensify)

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