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[chokuto]

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

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[chokuto]

I didn't say that. It just surprised me.

[Yes, he's still blushing, but at least he's not shy enough to try and hide it. He lets the Watch's interface dim — noticeably not asking Cy to delete the images. At least not right now.]

Do you want to return to your room? We'll have more space.

[hallowing]

I'm okay for right now if you are.

（ he steals another kiss, teeth catching gingerly at sasuke's bottom lip. ）

I like that it smells like us.

[chokuto]

Mm. It does.

[That strong scent of sex, and sweat, mixed slightly with melted wax and the aromatic cream Cy had rubbed into his skin. Craning into the kiss, he hums low in his throat, lifting his right hand to touch the back of his neck where it has already been treated with disinfectant.]

And you bit me. [This he murmurs against Cy's mouth.] I liked that.

[hallowing]

（ don't touch it you little weirdo omg. cy pulls his hand away and cages their fingers together. ）

I didn't mean to draw blood. （ massive hickey, yes — blood? less so. ） But I figured it wasn't more than you could take.

[chokuto]

[But he wants to obsessively trace the teeth imprint......]

It wasn't. More than I could take. [That, at least, Cy knows well about him.] I know the mark won't last more than a little while... but I almost wish that it would.

[If Cy left scars on him, he would be proud to wear them.]

[hallowing]

I like that it doesn't.

（ it's said gently, as he hooks his ankle against the back of one of sasuke's legs and pulls him in close. there's a warmth between their bodies, beneath the blanket he'd thrown over them both, that's almost intoxicating. ）

It means I get to do it again, and again, and again, and again...

（ that's murmured as he ducks his head against sasuke's throat, teeth grazing against his skin. ）

[chokuto]

Hm. That part isn't so bad, you're right.

[The warmth is a little dizzying after so much stimulation, but he nestles easily into it, shivering at the blunt tease of teeth on his neck, pressing his cheek to the spot on Cy's throat where the rhythm of his heart is strongest.]

If it means I can have that forever.

[Sorry no he will not stop speaking in these worryingly permanent ways.]

[hallowing]

（ 'forever' is a hard word to live up to, but cy simply strokes his hair as they settle into each other's negative space. ）

Get some rest. I love you.

we are free

[chokuto]

I love you too.

[No hesitation — the words slip into French, though, in his effort to continue practicing that language. It feels wholly natural to say. Then he tucks in, lulled to rest by the cradle of Cy's arms. At some point it had become so much harder to sleep without holding and being held by this man — and he does not want to consider a reality where he will ever have to become accustomed to its lack once again.]