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( his touch on sasuke's skin goes still for a span of heartbeats, and then picks up again as if the pause were only imagined. )

Yeah. What are you thinking?

[He falls thoughtfully silent; if he notices that hiccup, it's not significant enough to put any weight behind.]

I'm not sure. You're more educated on this than I am. What would be best to begin with for someone who is inexperienced? [...] You mentioned spanking before.

Spanking's pretty vanilla — mainstream — and it's not something that can really cause serious damage. It's also a good way to explore your reaction to pain in a controlled environment with sexual overtones.

（ aka: yes, it's a good beginner activity. ）

But it's not for everybody. I think because a lot of cultures treat it either as a corporal punishment for kids and adults, or one that's intended to humiliate it can carry some heavy connotations for some people, so it's okay if it's not your thing. For some people that's the allure. For others it's just the pain. The glutes are the biggest muscle group in the body, and in most cases the strongest — and there's no vital organs at risk of being immediately affected by a spanking, so people can take a lot of damage there before it starts to become a problem. Doesn't mean you can't cause permanent damage, but the risk is probably the lowest of anywhere else on the body.

It's not something my parents ever did to me that I can remember.

[Probably because his mother handed him to a five-year-old Itachi to raise, but anyway. Or closer to the truth — Sasuke wasn't a very disobedient child. And then, not long after, he was an orphan.]

You said you liked it. I want to try it with you.

Oh, I absolutely like it.

（ kulo vayn liked to torture people, but for all its imaginative exhaustion of physical pain, spanking wasn't on its radar. so, it's something that cy — adopted, adapted, took for himself. it's just — so fucking harmless comparatively. ）

Just name the time and place, sweetheart, and I'm all yours.

[Time and place? ... Here and now? No, he should exercise some restraint.]

Let's do it tomorrow. I'll come to your room.

[More excuses to hoard Cy's personal space.]

Okay.

（ clearly entirely disinterested in furthering the great internet debates of 2k24, he reaches for sasuke and then just bodily pulls him astride his hips. the neverending habit of 'putting sasuke where he wants him' at work, ladies and gents. ）

Do you want to do the negotiations now or then?

[He's accommodating, slowly, to the way Cy handles him, but it doesn't prevent the hitch of breath when he's pulled across the man's waist and it will never prevent the flare of arousal inspired.]

Let's do them now. [Is he saying this because he doesn't want to relinquish Cy yet? Yes.] How does it work? Negotiating something like this.

We talk about expectations, outcomes, limits. If we're adding roleplay to a scene, for instance, it could be where we'd do a review of what that might look like. Like... teacher/student role-playing is something that slots pretty naturally into a spanking scene.

( his hands settle against sasuke's thighs, in that place that's become so familiar to him now. )

We'd also talk about how many spanks, the amount of control you want over potentially adding more — like I could have you count them out, and if you decide you want more we'd agree beforehand that messing up the count adds another five or something, but I wouldn't introduce that element for a first time because it requires some knowledge of your body and reactions.

Hm. Since it is the first time, we should keep it simple.

[Teacher and student — of course, his mind naturally slips to how he'd called Cy sensei. Yet also with that is the memory of how he'd balked in the face of talking to Cy confidently in the moment. The fear of failure is preeminent; knowing himself, he'd rather minimize the potential to create those issues if they're trying out something so new.

His right hand falls, smoothing the fabric of Cy's shirt over his chest.]

I don't know what my limits would be. Something like that doesn't seem like it would be very painful, but we can set a lower number, and then increase based on my reaction. And... we can be ourselves. I'd feel more comfortable that way.

Oh, yeah. Sorry — I wouldn't do role-playing for a first scene like this either, I meant more as an example of what negotiations might involve.

( he captures sasuke's hand, his own pressing down atop it. )

Twenty's a good number to start, and you can safeword that down. I won't use a lot of force, either. Let's not think about an increase this time, I'd want you to know how you feel the day after first. You can decide if you want to be naked or wearing something — clothing will take the sting out of it a bit.

I see. [It helps to hear Cy’s explanation — to know what to expect ahead of time, even if this isn’t a situation where he feels that he will need to overly prepare.] Then, twenty.

[That captured hand turns over, braiding fingers together, toying with the interlaced hold thoughtfully.]

I don’t want to wear clothes. Is that all right?

[A bit of a hasty request, though it carries certainty.]

… I want to be able to feel your hand.

（ giving this kid the keys to his libido wasn't his worst idea, but goodly fucking christ the way that one simple, blunt statement sweeps through him leaving nothing but a razed fire of lust in its wake is intense. every nerve alight, and when he doesn't speak right away it's because he actually can't. ）

Ah. （ a breath gusts out of him, deliberately steady. ）

Yeah, that's — all right.

（ he disentangles their palms briefly — regretfully — to say: ）

Hold your palm up like this. I'll slap it with the force I'll use just so you're prepared. I'm assuming your tolerance is higher, but I'd rather start slow anyhow — we've got plenty of time to figure things out.

[As he's seen, Cy isn't so easily affected — even now the space of a reaction is subtle, mastered by the control of millennia, steadied in the span of a breath. Yet he's watching for it, mismatched eyes dark with the sort of focus of attention he pays to this man.

Another reassurance of time. Sasuke won't bring it into the conversation now, but that worry is still alive in him, that his time with Cy will be denied. Cut short too soon.

He expects that his tolerance is higher, too, and especially in the hand that he lifts to oblige the request. They have not been treated preciously. They're rough, battle-worn, broken and healed too many times to count, palm scorched by fire and lightning and countless weapons.]

Go ahead.

[Whatever he can handle, they aren't going slow only for his own sake. Cy needs that too.]

（ there is no immediate violence. instead, there is an almost worshipful touch that starts at the elbow and chases gentleness to the wrist. his hands reach for both sides of sasuke's, and his thumbs kiss the space across his palm, skirting the lines of fibrous muscle there, and then down each finger where the knots of impact, breaks and damage are like braille beneath his touch. the story it tells is neither pleasant nor esoteric to him — and his expression is still water as it swallows light in old sorrows.

once he's worked back to the elbow, he disengages the intensity of the touch, walks his fingertips up the vein and then looks up to catch sasuke's eye in warning, waiting for an acknowledging response before he actually hits him, the slap of his hand loud in the hush of the air.

it's not a wholly light impact — but it's not one that'll bruise, either. yet, from that point of contact, the warmth of a pleasant sting will reverb outwards like the ripple of a stone in a pond. ）

[The gentleness is an unexpected prelude, priming him to relax, to uncoil muscles braced for a strike — a cool caress before the viper sting. He meets Cy's eyes, understands the necessity of that touch shared between both of them, and he doesn't flinch at the inevitable swing that follows.

The slap of fresh rings out; Sasuke's eyelashes flicker. He doesn't pull away like the impulse of a child's hand on a hot stove — he has better discipline, instead only curling fingers in the immediate heat of the aftermath, feeling the sting left by impact. He watches the pale color of his skin slowly bloom pink.]

It doesn't hurt. [Twenty, though, might be something to contend with.] It should be fine.

[The sensation is fading to a tingle, and it makes him... anticipatory as he looks to tomorrow. His mouth is a little dry, neck a little hot, from the practiced expertise Cy demonstrates.]

Is there anything else we need to discuss?

Nah, not about that.

（ but he does lace their fingers together again, and drag sasuke's hand forward to kiss the back of it. ）

Is that your subtle way of shooing me back to the internet?

（ honestly, he'd be willing to bet cash money that sasuke has developed a vested interest in people being properly educated about bdsm — it'd sure explain why he left his comments visible and public to all. ）

Is that how it looks? Maybe it's just that the sooner I make you leave, the sooner I'll see you tomorrow.

[That isn't how time works, but... flirting. Or something.]

I imagine it will help someone, though, the way you educate. It helped me.

[Cy said he was a knowledge resource, after all, and he can see why.]

( clumsy as it is, it's a cute attempt and it makes him smile, crooked. one corner of his mouth turned up. )

Tomorrow'll be here soon enough, I promise.

( the way sasuke so nakedly admits he helped him winds him briefly, and he has no immediate reply for the kindness. instead: )

Speaking of help. Have you had any luck getting yourself off?

[He shifts in his seat maintained across Cy's hips, not relinquishing his hand but allowing fingers to flex within the hold.]

I've only tried once since then, but... no. [A shoulder rolls, unconcerned.] I don't think it's a big deal.

[That sort of activity isn't one he maintained before, so why would he do it now if he doesn't have to? It might be peripherally pleasant, but — the effort to get there isn't worth it, and he enjoys himself when he's with Cy, which is more important to him.]

（ he makes a soft, contemplative little sound, worrying his fingers against sasuke's very gently, the grasp loose and easy. ）

It's not a big deal, no. For some people, they never really get anything out of masturbation and that's totally normal and fine. But — given your history, and all the bullshit going on in your world, let's not give up on that just yet, okay? If it really isn't for you, I'm not going to force the issue — but it might be one of those things that needs some time to really settle, and if it's possible for you I'd like to see you get to a place where you're comfortable with that part of yourself on your own.

（ he pushes himself up on one elbow, and uses his grip on sasuke's hand to draw him down for a kiss. ）

Doesn't have to be today, or tomorrow, or a month from now. But revisit it at some point, okay? When you're ready.

[It shouldn't, given such an innocuous subject matter as this, but — Sasuke feels the weight of some unnamable emotion as it settles in his chest and pulls his throat closed. He manages a nod, pliant to the kiss.]

... Okay.

[The quiet agreement is all he can voice, allowing his body to drape further forward, down and against Cy's chest where he can settle himself fully. He doesn't know what else to say, so instead the breath sweeps out of him in one exhalation, limbs lax, a shivering collapse put into Cy's arms to be held together.

It reminds him of how he felt when he imagined looking at himself in the mirror.]

Does the time tomorrow matter to you? [With Cy, he can't be sure.] Should I do anything else to prepare?

（ he lifts his arm, circling sasuke within an embrace, letting his fingers catch on the fabric of his shirt like an anchor. ）

Nah, time doesn't matter, and there's not much else to do besides get some good rest and make sure you're hydrated.

（ but he can envision sasuke spending a sleepless night alone, the weight of anticipation a leaden weight in his gut. which is why, after a moment — ）

But hey, it cuts down on the travel time if you just spend the night.

[Stop feeding into his malewife desire to live in Cy's room full-time.]

Are you sure?

[It doesn't seem that he'll ever stop asking this, or be comfortable encroaching on Cy's personal time and space — though their recent conversation has helped steady some uncertainties. He presses his cheek to one of Cy's broad shoulders.]

Edited 2024-02-09 04:18 (UTC)

（ look he told sasuke his sad little fantasy of just being a happily married man like the third time they met, how is anyone surprised!! ）

Sasuke.

（ pay attention. ）

I want you to stay the night with me.

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