Marking
I ran a hand through Holden's hair, softly smirking when he grumbled but curled in closer to me like an overgrown cat. I pressed kisses to his head, down his throat, to the junction between his neck and shoulder. There, low enough that it could be hidden, I started to suck. Nipping and sucking on the reddening skin. Holden groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "S-Stop it, Ward."
"I don't think I will. You taste too sweet."
A pink blush bloomed across his face as he muttered, "Ya goddam moron." But he made no more to push me off. I pinned him to the mattress, my hands grabbing his hips as I casually continue marking him as mine.
