A rough nip on that patch of his neck before he speaks as well, muffled against his own work. "Maker, I know what you mean. He reflexively rolls his hips, though he is still soft inside Anders. "I love you so much."

He goes back to the love bite he is tattooing onto golden skin with his mouth. How did he ever get so lucky as to have this man on his lap fall in love with him, this kind and loving and gorgeous golden creature? How had he been so foolish as to let him get away once?