"What they think you are," he corrects giving Arthur a dark, possessive look. "But you are mine, Arthur. Today. Always. For as long as I can have you in this world."

And damned if he wouldn't say in the next as well, if he had that chance.

He groans at the scratch, at the tease of tongue and he shivers as his hands caress over the lean line of Arthur's back, the round of his ass. All of that perfection and as much as he loves him, he needs him as well.

"I could pin you down and just spend hours putting tiny marks all over you."