[His eyes slip partway closed, cradling Cy's head against his chest when the man leans in. The words are evocative — deftly ferrying him away from that stir of jealousy and into the warm, protected intimacy they've built between them.]

I like feeling attractive to you. And I like belonging to you.

[It's impossible to discuss this while remaining composed. His belly clenches with arousal, shifting for more comfortable pressure in the seat of Cy's lap.]

I think this is something we should add to our list of things that we don't do with anyone else. I wouldn't be interested with someone who wasn't you, but — how do you feel?

[The volume of his voice drops a little, uncertain.]