He makes a hoarse, hungry noise as Nate finds a spot, shivering while Nate works at it. He loves being marked. There's something about someone finding him that desirable that they want it known he's with them, he's been with him, along with the freedom he has to be in a relationship.

"Yes," he whispers, hands going up to tangle in Nate's hair and hold him close, encourage him to keep going. "Maker, yes. I'll never want to forget, no one else should either."

A chuckle, then. "Not like we give them much opportunity to. But I'm not about to change that, love. I'm happy."