Jerome's teeth.
Mitch was fascinated by them.
The way they could tear apart a fish even with its bones, but could so gently nip at his ear.
He loved it when he and Jerome would kiss and the Bacca got so into it that he forgot to be careful and cut Mitch's lip. Jerome always flooded him with apologies, but he didn't mind it in the first place.
Most of all, he loved it when Jerome would bite down on his shoulder harshly to muffle his sounds as he came.
There would always be marks that wouldn't fade for days, sometimes even weeks.
Mitch loved them.
They were like a brand, and marked Mitch as Jerome's.
He loved the feeling that he belonged to the Bacca.