It itched on his skin, under his skin. Inky black branding. Barty belonged to him. Just the thought of it made his mouth dry, a thrill race down his spine. He proffered his forearm to his lover, heart thudding.
"Seriously?"
Regulus raised an incredulous eyebrow. He traced the stinging tattoo on Barty's forearm.
"Why?"
Barty swallowed. "Don't you like it?"
Regulus quirked his lips. "Didn't say that. But what if we break up? Then you'll be stuck with the name of your ex on you forever."
Barty scowled and pulled back, colour heating his cheeks. "Then don't let that happen."
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