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[chokuto]

UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )

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[hallowing]

（ that pulls a laugh out of him, a deep and throaty sound. ）

Christ. Okay. So it's basically a hole that you have sex through in some capacity. Sometimes the anonymity is the point, sometimes the simulated anonymity is the point. I don't really want to share you, of course, but I can't deny that I'd enjoy having you sit on the other side of a wall, sequestered away from the crowd, while you suck my cock — normally when people say glory holes, they think of cocksucking, for the record — or take it up the ass from me.

[chokuto]

[Sasuke — blushes. A full flush of color across the face, each word out of Cy's mouth more than he could have possibly guessed from what was an innocent question.]

Oh. [???] Um.

[It's an evocative portrait; of course he's imagining it.]

If no one could see me... I suppose that's fine.

[hallowing]

（ he raises his eyebrows, and then, in utter playfulness: ）

Okay, I guess I can revise that timeline estimate.

（ sluttification intensifies, actually???

more seriously — ）

I'd make sure of it. （ a soft little stroke to his hair. ） Never more than you can take, always.

[chokuto]

We'll see.

[Okay, maybe he is too willing to jump at Cy's every suggestion. (No regrets.)]

I trust you. If there's something you want to try, then I want to try it with you.

[Sasuke tilts his head, angling for a kiss so he doesn't have to think about how hot his face is burning.]

... Also, I want to learn farming. Properly.

[hallowing]

（ he laughs, the sound half smothered against sasuke's shoulder as he leans in and drags his teeth against him in something too affectionate to be called a bite. ）

I'll teach you. It's mostly just hard work.

（ which sasuke is already well acquainted with, so. the rest, the minutiae, is easy. ）

[chokuto]

I can do that.

[An echo of Cy's own thoughts spoken nonetheless between them as he squirms in the embrace, pushing Cy flat in order to lay more purposefully across his chest.]

I want to see you working. In your element.

[hallowing]

（ one hand is lifted, automatic, to rest against sasuke's nape, fingers gently carding at his hair. ）

You mean you want to see me all sweaty and shirtless threshing grain in a field, huh?

（ his tone is knowing. playful, but a little smug. ）

Chaff gets everywhere, though. And it sticks to you. （ a beat. then: ） What's your opinion on basil?

[chokuto]

Yes.

[Caught, there's no point denying it — the image of Cy in his mind, golden skin beneath a hot sun, muscles bare and slick with sweat under the toil of hard work. Sasuke lifts his chin at the pet through his hair, nosing closer.]

That's fine. I'd just want to look at you. [The question furrows his brow, curious.] The herb? I've used it for cooking. It's better when fresh.

[hallowing]

I am a sight to behold.

（ better that than bathed in blood, at any rate. the legacy lives more in his mind than in any reality — he's been removed from active violence for so long, but it does leave a stain. ）

It goes well with tomatoes.

[chokuto]

[Sasuke just hums, knowing by now that lack of humility is hard-won — a strength of will, of personhood, that he admires.]

We should plant some, then.

[hallowing]

（ joke's on you: that's just how he gets away with it. ）

We will.

（ we save the plants for marriage in this house!! ）

Feelin' better?

[chokuto]

Yes.

[His eyes have fallen partway closed from the hand in his hair, but now he cranes to kiss the corner of Cy's mouth with gratitude.]

You're good at that. Helping me feel better. I never realized how bad it was before, perhaps because I was so used to it.

[hallowing]

When you live alongside pain long enough, you forget what it's like to breathe without it.

（ his tone is soft and pensive, but there's a warmth to it, patterned down in the words as he tugs sasuke in for another kiss. ）

You help me too, you know.

[chokuto]

[He doesn't argue, some part of him knowing that Cy is right even if the help might be unequal — that Cy is so much better at marshaling himself, simply due to how much experience he has. And it does make him feel good to know he's done something for the man in return for everything done for him.]

With something besides good sex?

[Delivered dryly, he pulls Cy's arm up and around his shoulders so he can burrow into a warm chest.]

[hallowing]

Well, the smart-ass behaviour helps keep me in line.

（ you fucking dweeb. he rubs a hand through sasuke's hair, deliberately mussing it up. ）

When do you want to get started on the prep for tonight? Or do you want to put it off for a day or two? I'm okay with either.

[chokuto]

Put it off?

[After he was just cruelly edged into an unexpected orgasm? Sasuke huffs, stirring some of the hair fallen into his face from that touch.]

We can get started for tonight. I'm ready.

[hallowing]

Okay.

（ he tugs sasuke upwards a little so he can lean in and nose gently at his cheek. ）

Fair warning, I'll probably need some aftercare after the fact.

[chokuto]

I'll take care of you. We can return here, to this room.

[With a tilt of his head, he meets Cy's lips, the kiss soft and intentional.]

Just tell me what you need.

[hallowing]

I will.

（ one hand brushes at sasuke's cheek, and then he redoubles the kiss against his forehead. ）

Do you want to come while we're doing the scene or not? Second point, if yes is there any way you want me to act about it or anything you want me to say? I know you're into the humiliation part sometimes, but I wanna make sure it's the right flavour, you know?

[chokuto]

[There's a thoughtful lapse in silence, considering —]

I don't know if I would be able to hold back from coming, unless you prevented it, so... I'd rather not have a permanent restriction. A temporary one is fine within the scene itself. I also don't mind if you — call attention to it in that way, to humiliate me. I trust you.

[It really can't be overstated how much he trusts Cy's judgment.]

How should I prepare?

cw for cnc for the rest of this thread ig

[hallowing]

Mm. There are toys that could be used for that, but you aren't experienced enough yet for me to be comfortable using them. I don't want you to feel like arousal is a punishment.

（ sometimes it's hard to divorce that feeling even from the context of a scene, especially when it's new. ）

There's not really any special way. We'll just use a plug on you and then I'll ship you off. I am gonna make you wait a bit, but not too long, okay?

smh at them

[chokuto]

[He nods, feeling the movement shift his cheek up against Cy's chin, closing his eyes briefly as a shiver of warm expectation works through his body.]

All right. I don't mind waiting.

[In the theory. In the moment may be a different story, but that's part of it, too.]

Now? I've been stretched enough that a plug shouldn't be an issue.

[hallowing]

You'll get tense again — the anticipation. I just want to make sure, okay?

（ they may have played around with it a little in the spur of the moment, and in genjutsu — but it's the first time they're actively sorting out a specific scene, and while he's come to a point where he'd trust sasuke to safeword out if it was more pain than he could stand, he doesn't want to get there. moreso, perhaps, on the heels of the picnic. the guy's already feeling emotionally bruised, if he had to cut something else short on account of his own comfort he might be overwhelmed. ）

I don't mind if there's a little pain involved with something like this, but I still want you to come down more on the side of pleasure.

[chokuto]

[The way Cy takes care of him, meticulously attentive to his needs in the moment while planning ahead for that future scenario where conversation will fall to the wayside of fantasy — Sasuke is struck, made tender by speechlessness. The emotion swells in him. He takes a deep and steadying breath, then reaches for one of Cy's hands and pulls it around his back, guiding the palm over the curve of his ass.]

Okay. Then finger me first, and we'll add the plug once I'm ready.

[In that intervening time, he'll probably need more lube anyway. Sasuke punctuates his request with a kiss — a little wet, hungry, teeth catching on a lip.]

T'che verai. I love you.

[hallowing]

（ hearing chiskikani on sasuke's lips — a language that's been dead so long its only haven is his mind — is its own sort of love. what he feels isn't grief, exactly — but it's what grief leaves you with when it's hollowed you out. he returns the kiss, but gentler, more settled — and then they move on.

it's a familiar thing between them now, settled and sure — not like those first few attempts when more than one of these instances had gone a little off the rails. cy teases him through it, and at the end gives him a box of stuff to take back to his room — things they've either discussed using during a scene, or considered. the spider gag is one of them, and cy gives him a walkthrough of how it's used, with the caveat — if you decide you don't want it to be part of the scene, just keep it out of the box.

and then he drops him off in his room, not willing after earlier's incident to make him walk through the halls with a plug up his ass. tells him to wear something to bed he doesn't mind getting ruined, and to keep the bell in his hand — from there, it's a waiting game.

cy doesn't return to his room, but to one of the rooftop venues that's lush and green, and he just sits under a tree and lets his mind empty of thought like water through a sieve. he can smell grass and moss and growing things, and he thinks about nothing. eventually, he stirs — gets to his feet and decides rather than to teleport down, he'll walk. normally, he might make a meander of it all. check out some shops, chat with a few folks he's seen before along the way, but today he just goes in a straight line, and winds up outside of sasuke's door.

he considers smoking a cigarette first, but scent is such a powerful purveyor of memory he'd rather not introduce it as an element to round out the scene, and so, with a final roll of his shoulders, he just teleports into the familiar space. the room is abysmally small, as always, but he knows it all the more intimately for how sasuke organizes it — and it's easy to be kneeling in a moment on the bed, fingers closing on sasuke's wrist as he shoves him face down on the mattress from whatever position he was in feigning sleep. ）

Hey, gorgeous.

（ as requested — his tone mirrors the one he'd used in the genjutsu. there's a cruelty that lingers there, undercut beneath a playful affect like a heady perfume. like a dark mirror of who he is, or who he could be.

the lack of space doesn't leave them much maneuvering room, and it means that he puts one knee into the small of sasuke's back to hold him down, pinioned against the bed. leaning his weight into him until it'll be a strain on the lungs. ）

Shh. Don't scream. What will the neighbours think?