[The compliment, and Cy's confirmation of enjoyment — both serve to veer his mind in that direction, imagining how it will be to play into that defiant role. The closest they've managed such a scenario came from within genjutsu, but Sasuke finds himself eager to recreate it in reality now.

It hasn't taken much for his cock to thicken with arousal after the morning's denial; he squirms at the renewed attention, lips pressed into a thin line to keep down any noise. The skin of his balls, naturally tender and sensitive to touch, only makes it worse — and then Cy dares to broach such sentiment. It seems to wash over him warm and sweet as spring rain, so that when he blinks his eyes feel damp, shower water disguising it but for a slight reddening in the whites.]

Okay.

[The word is — roughened with that emotion. He swallows, tries again.]

I understand. I don't need it either, but... I like doing it with you too. I might have gone the rest of my life without experiencing real pleasure, and I wouldn't have known enough to miss it. So, thank you for showing me. [He feels his ankle twitch beneath Cy's hand, gently nudging with wet toes into the touch.] There may be times where we do these things less, and that will be fine with me. All I care about is being at your side.

[Sasuke recognizes that he was always capable of communicating his heart like this — at some point, it had just become too difficult, until Cy showed him there was no shame or fear in it.]

I mean it, though. I like that you're my Dom. No one else's.