[Cy had said it aloud minutes ago — that they are dating. Yet it seems to affect him again, renewed at those words, at the affectionate hand petting his hair, touching one cheek. There is a warmth in his chest that feels like some small sun at full peak in the sky.

He remains still as the scarf is affixed, neatly pinning back a dark and ragged fringe of hair. He cannot recall when he last had his face bared, both the pale Rinnegan and dormant black of the other eye nakedly visible for inspection. And there's no instinctive reflex to try to protect from it with Cy; it would have been a different case with someone else. He doesn't like having the area around his eyes touched freely.

It is significant, then. That he's asked for this.]

Mm. [A nod of understanding. Another time, perhaps when they're keen on taking a shower after.] I enjoy hearing you talk that way. Also, last time I could tell you were holding back.

[Understandably, because it was his first attempt at taking a dick in his throat, but — Sasuke curls fingers around the bell once its looped at the middle.]

I wouldn't mind it. If you were rougher with me.