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（ 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.

I liked how you were in the genjutsu. It felt like you were... powerful. In control.

[Which, perhaps, is not dissimilar to Cy's personality already — but yes. More asshole.]

What sort of roles do you normally enjoy? You couldn't have known, at the Naked Yolk, that it would be — a provocation for me. What made you choose it originally?

Mm.

（ that particular personality is easy to dredge up. it's just... 'what if there was nothing stopping him from being like kulo vayn'. yet even with that weight, there's no — guilt about behaving in that fashion. as long as it's something he can step out of at the end. ）

I mean... most of the roleplay I do has some foundation in someone I've been. （ let him try to explain this without sounding like he's got a psychological multiplicity — ） It tends to bring the acting in more tightly, if it's something you've got experience in. I have actually been a teacher, more than once. Usually in places like colleges or universities, where looking relatively young in comparison to some of the others means I have to behave more formally to get taken seriously. And the way I act now, with you — I haven't always been like that. The core of who I am stays the same, but I adapt... the way I hold myself, the way I talk, the language I choose, based on the cultural perceptions of where I am. That role was still me, it was just contextually different.

（ he lifts one shoulder a little, half a shrug. ）

Plus, I was kinda gauging your reaction to Tseng and leaning into that kinda austere presentation of authority. But I can see how it would've been a shock seeing me acting like that when it's not what you're used to.

[It's interesting to listen to Cy talk about himself this way — as it is a demonstration of the extent of a mind that goes beyond the boundaries of one single life, that is greater than one man in regard to lived experience. It is like Cy has worn many identities for the sake of survival, one long mission endured across the universe.

Sasuke, however — stops at that last remark. He is in the middle of rooting around behind him for a towel to clean between his legs, if he's not getting fingered, because the stickiness is starting to annoy him. But that derails his thoughts entirely off a cliff.]

Tseng? [There is more he wants to comment on, but this rises up first, most prevalently.] He's not — I mean, he's so different from you. [Here we go again.] So, perhaps you're right. It did surprise me.

[Then why did he think of Itachi? That particular revelation will happen another time.]

I was sensitive to the lack of emotion you were displaying. I know it was... role play, but it felt cold. [His true trigger, in the face of years puzzling out his brother's feelings toward him, before and after.] Is there a way you prefer acting?

（ okay as much as he's enjoying just endlessly teasing sasuke he recognizes That Particular Squirm, and so he pulls one of the hand towels down from the rack of shelves above the bed and starts cleaning him up himself. that soft partner intimacy ftw or something. ）

A lot of those differences are superficial. Surface behaviour. But how he talked about BDSM and his interest... that's pretty damn similar.

（ tseng doesn't quite have the weight of the history there, but. clearly, some things move in parallel lines. as he nudges sasuke's thighs apart and gently wipes at the slick smears of come and the glaze of this body's arousal. ）

I can work with 'not cold', though. Or I can stay close to what we did in the genjutsu, and if you want to try something else we can talk it out first?

[Sasuke simply... lets him take over in the process of that cleaning, though it warms him in a way he is not always able to vocalize, the act itself so tender and affectionate that it takes his breath. He has to swallow to clear away the unbidden rise of emotion.]

I trust you. It was also the context, that time. This is different — and I want you to act in a way that you enjoy as well.

[He rests his cheek on the pillow, just watching Cy through a curtain of dark lashes and strands of hair.]

Should I change my body back now?

Sweetheart, the only factor in my enjoyment is that it's with you. How I act is just window dressing. But if it's your body I'm touching, and your tears I wipe away, that's all that matters to me.

（ let's talk poetically about cnc, the thread. also, at the question his hand does sort of still between sasuke's thighs, and then the towel is pulled away. ）

Yeah. （ it's said just a little thickly. less about the body itself, and more about all that goddamn pregnancy talk and the regretful shift to a body that's less physically able to conceive, cutting the strings on an inhabited fantasy. ） If we're going to do that scene, I want to work you open now. Toy in for the date, and then when you go back to your room I want you to put a plug in. One of the bigger ones we were using for the training, okay? I'll roll it up into the roleplay.

（ he doesn't know how this particular jutsu is dispelled, so in case sasuke needs his hand for it again he offers it out. ）

Do I know you in this fantasy, or have I fucked you before?

[The reassurance settles like cool water in cupped hands, and he curls closer once the towel is gone, nosing at Cy's chin, reveling in the scrape of stubble and familiar hard line of the man's jaw — an affectionate, cat-like rub of contact.]

Okay.

[To all of it: Cy's reinforcement of care, and the instructions of preparation for later tonight. Excitement is difficult to tamp down in the moment, gathering instead deep in his belly as he dispels the jutsu with a quick, easy hand signal between them, that form gone in a sudden blink with his own to replace it. There is really not much difference, lines angular where curves once sloped, chest flat and toned, waist trimly narrow.]

I didn't think about that. Maybe you know me, or at least you've seen me, but we haven't fucked before. [He shifts on the bed, drawn a little further into the fantasy.] I wouldn't let you, so you have to take it.

Okay.

（ he draws sasuke closer into a tangle of limbs. the urge to fuck him anew is wholly responsible for the way his dick twitches, half-hard against sasuke's hip when he's pulled near. ）

Do you want me to be cruel and taunting? Or do you just want it to be desperation born out of want?

（ all these little decisions, leading up to a scene that's safe and agreed to. ）

[They are never going to take a shower and go on their date at this point.]

Can it only be one or the other? I like when you... [say mean things to me??] speak down to me in that way, but I also want to feel wanted.

[When making decisions on what flavor of CNC he wants is actually the hardest part.]

（ he just laughs, pulling sasuke in to steal another kiss. ）

That's the easy part. Wanting you.

（ as evidenced by the fact his dick just will not stOP. but hey. as you do.

the conversation carries them through the next quarter-hour, setting parameters and ensuring that whatever they do — they've both agreed to the outcomes. from there, they visit the showers, and cy digs that threatened toy out of a box. it hasn't been used yet — and when he demonstrates the mechanism for its expansion it's a testament to how much work they've done and how far they've come that sasuke's reaction is more interest than trepidation. cy lets him use the remote and visualize the various features it has, and once sasuke's satisfied with it cy works him open and nests it inside him.

he gives sasuke the grace of a trial run, testing the various settings on him so he has that awareness of how it physically feels as well — and once he's dragged the boy through one more messy orgasm (neatly cleaned) they head off on their date.

cy's sprawled out on a picnic blanket, various foodstuffs spread around them in a pattern more haphazard than deliberate. the toy is set to a low vibration, and cy is just grinning over at sasuke as he pops a grape into his mouth. ）

So, I gotta know. What's your favourite flower?

[The trial run has done nothing but make him more anticipatory for the date itself. He's grateful to have talked Cy down from the restaurant when they arrive, checkered blanket laid out on the soft grass of an open area of the Cloud-Dwelling Gardens — not so public that they're under steady surveillance, but enough of a presence that passersby are a common sight on the proper garden paths.

Overhead, an artificial sky is deepening to the indigo blues of late afternoon. A tree beside them provides cool shade, unnecessary in the resort's eternally temperate climate but pleasant scenery. Sasuke watches the man across from him sprawl on the blanket, at ease, as if there isn't a device in his hand that dictates the toy currently nested up his boyfriend's ass. Cy looks calm and in control, as ever.

He's had to try a few different sitting positions before he's found one that doesn't put any undue pressure on the toy — formal seiza, though with legs slightly apart. He has to swallow past a hitch in breath; his focus is slightly blurred, split between Cy's question and the constant, dull vibration inside of him, buried deep. His face is a little red, but that can't be helped given the situation.]

I don't have one. Do you?

（ well, someone clearly has too much focus. not even a single stumble over words? he's impressed. cy gives him a considering look, and then lifts the little remote so sasuke can see it, sort of a playful brace yourself. then: ）

Oh, you know me. Big fan of the lotus. I like the way they flower into bloom.

（ with a cheeky little grin, he pushes the button that makes the various soft, silicon petals of the toy expand outward — not any more than sasuke can take, but certainly enough to feel. ）

Also the best sex position, as we've thoroughly investigated.

[He grits his teeth, that glimpse of the remote enough to tell him what Cy is about to do even if it does not prepare him for the sensation — that thickening inside of him, betrayed by a slight shift of movement on the blanket as he attempts to resettle around it. The stretch aches dully, and he closes his eyes for a rigid moment, too aware of a pair of arm-in-arm strangers passing on the path not far away.]

... I don't believe you — that you have only one favorite. [His voice is thin with breath, but it doesn't shake. His discipline is much more inflexible when they aren't inside the security of their bedroom, apparently.] You've been to so many worlds.

Mmm, but this world has something the others didn't.

（ it may be playfully said, but it doesn't lack for seriousness, and the look in his eyes is so warm and achingly fond. ）

And it's definitely my favourite position with you.

That's not fair.

[Because now he is certainly imagining the lotus position — himself cradled in Cy's lap, so close they share the same breath between endless wet kisses — and all it does is bring back focus, heavily, to the toy in his ass. A poor replacement for Cy's dick, but enough of a reminder for how it feels.

He shifts again, even if all it does is disturb the silicone swollen inside of him, pressing against tight inner muscles enough that he jolts and falls rigidly still again.]

No?

（ he scoops up a little cherry tomato, and leans in close to sasuke to hold it out to him. not quite enough that it'll be easily within his reach — he's going to have to lean, and endure the toy's placement inside him, to accept it. ）

I mean, I told you this was going to be a punishment.

The winner was supposed to enjoy themselves on the date.

[Empty protest. If the flush on his face is any indication, there's certainly pleasure beneath the torment of this punishment. And he is still obedient enough to lean forward, retrieving the red cherry tomato from Cy's fingers — but not without biting at the tips, a sharp little nip that does no damage.

Because — the movement makes him more aware of the toy's place inside of him, as intended. A thick, swollen ache of pressure that fills his hole, shifting up against a spot in him momentarily spiking electric sensitivity straight through his body. Sasuke's teeth break the soft skin of the tomato in response, a reflexive chew; he leans back into position, trying not to shake.]

I can barely focus on... eating.

My sweet boy.

（ there's no heat to the statement that isn't warmed by lust, and he traces his fingers along the line of sasuke's jaw as he chews. ）

I can turn it down if you'd like.

[He turns his head, rubbing lips across Cy’s fingers where they touch his chin.]

No. [It comes out on a determined breath, warm against Cy’s hand.] You can turn it up.

[Another shift, feeling the thick shape of the silicone toy inside him, a deep pressure — his eyelids flicker, exhaling sharply.]

（ his breath gusts out in a laugh, and the touch turns into a stroke of sasuke's cheek. it's not the first time that he's looked at sasuke and worried that someone else might have — taken all of his capacity for love, for warmth, for this sweet submission and twisted it into something dark and cruel. but there's something tender held briefly in his gaze, before he reaches for one of the little savory cakes he'd bought for the picnic. ）

Really? （ that's drawn out, speculative. ） And you think you can maintain your composure? Brave man.

（ he breaks off a little piece of the cake and pops it into his own mouth. the gesture is repeated for sasuke moments later. ）

I'll teleport us back to our room if you get overwhelmed, okay? Nothing wrong with that. （ the offer could be to turn the toy off instead, but maybe this is just part of the punishment. ） Otherwise, you know the drill. Pick a number between one and six thousand, nine hundred and forty one.

（ yes, sorry, he's doing Math Shit, as that is certainly not the number of settings the toy has. ）

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from breeding to cnc i guess

(multitudes intensify)

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