[The flush and small telling squirm that comes from embarrassment only has Chris more determined.

Once his mark is left, he leans his arms on either side of Martin's head as he presses in to leave sweet little kisses on his lips, a couple more lingering before he pulls back to rest their foreheads together.]

Aren't you a pretty sight? Should I leave kisses and touches along all my favorite parts? Maybe on my way down between your legs? I'd like to have your taste in my mouth.