[Public ownership. He considers this as Cy makes himself comfortable, right hand lifting to pass through short strands of brown hair — beginning slow, habitual strokes. His eyes are drawn away from the tray of food in a downswing as a finger touches his throat.

Swallowing reflexively, it is hard not to imagine what Cy states. A collar encircling his throat. One put there by Cy, as a mark of belonging. Possessiveness. In a place where it feels they have this taken from them — where he will have to mediate his own emotions as Cy goes to others — it is inevitable, perhaps, that it would invoke a burn of desire in him.]

I'm interested. [Of course, he notices how it is presented to him. Sasuke feels no pressure to answer one way or another. He's given this space to respond honestly, so he does.] I enjoy feeling that way with you.

[Owned, cradled by protective hands. That wanting to be wanted.]

... I would prefer to try in private, for the time being. It would be more comfortable for me.