[Ah. There's a moment where, staring down at those words, Sasuke feels a little wild with want — and he nearly suggests that he come up to Tseng's suite presuming the man is there at all. Instead he swallows hard, and focuses on his reply rather than the state of arousal spiked high and dizzy in himself. The image of Tseng like that, skin wet with water and hair an ink-black curtain — he's seen it before, which makes the imagining more intense.]
I'm a little surprised. I wasn't sure... how far your interest in me extended.
[Whether Tseng thought about him at all when they were apart.]
But I enjoy the idea, that I've affected you that way. I can picture it clearly. I'd like to see it with my own eyes.
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I'm a little surprised. I wasn't sure... how far your interest in me extended.
[Whether Tseng thought about him at all when they were apart.]
But I enjoy the idea, that I've affected you that way. I can picture it clearly. I'd like to see it with my own eyes.