[He moves his head and it feels like invitation enough to kiss his neck and throat, then back to the side of his neck, lower to suck the skin between his teeth. Not too deeply, he doesn't actually know if Martin likes or wants marks, but a light one was too tempting.
Something in the back of his mind berates him though, and he pulls back with a small huff to catch Martin's eyes again. He should be responsible.]
I ought ask: do you like marks to your skin?
[It was his usual inclination, he liked leaving little marks, signs of his attention placed on another, but it wasn't to everyone's tastes.]
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Something in the back of his mind berates him though, and he pulls back with a small huff to catch Martin's eyes again. He should be responsible.]
I ought ask: do you like marks to your skin?
[It was his usual inclination, he liked leaving little marks, signs of his attention placed on another, but it wasn't to everyone's tastes.]