"All the marks you want," he groans. "I love knowing anyone that sees you knows that you're mine," he adds, thinking about how he could leave them where others might see. Even on his wrist, a dark welt beneath his sleeve. His neck. Hell, maybe his jaw.

"You know I never want you not to bear my marks," he admits, rocking against Arthur. "Let the world know you belong to me. Besides, how can I not love destruction of government property," he teases.