[ He doesn't sound bothered, just intrigued. Curious. There's even an edge of delight there as he acqueses to the request. Laying down, laying out, he tips his head back a little with a smile. It shows his throat, but his throat is no more vulnerable than the rest of him. It is, instead, an unspoken command: touch him. ]
And what kind of marks would you like to bear? Something on the meat of you, decorative, distinctively mine. Or something just for you, sliced into just the right places to give you the burn of sensation, of my touch, in every movement?
"Yes, I am sure there are some that I don't know." He grins at Clark and takes what is offered, leaning in close to let his tongue run over the exposed skin of the others neck. He enjoys the taste, the way he can feel the heat under the others skin and he can't help but nip a little.
"Both maybe. Depending on the time. I'd like to show of your mark on me when we are somewhere you think people need to be reminded of who I belong to. And the others when I am the one who needs that reminder."
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UGH so sorry for the wait. Can't tag this one at work.
[ He doesn't sound bothered, just intrigued. Curious. There's even an edge of delight there as he acqueses to the request. Laying down, laying out, he tips his head back a little with a smile. It shows his throat, but his throat is no more vulnerable than the rest of him. It is, instead, an unspoken command: touch him. ]
And what kind of marks would you like to bear? Something on the meat of you, decorative, distinctively mine. Or something just for you, sliced into just the right places to give you the burn of sensation, of my touch, in every movement?
I have been slacking. i am so sorry
"Both maybe. Depending on the time. I'd like to show of your mark on me when we are somewhere you think people need to be reminded of who I belong to. And the others when I am the one who needs that reminder."