Stephen bit Adrian's jaw, smiling, when he saw Adrian's own smile. "Don't hold back. I want to hear you." He'd been telling Adrian from the start, and he was much better with it at home, but here it would more difficult to show one's weakness.
He turned to Sean, glancing at Liam for a moment. The marks were still purplish, hadn't even began to turn to yellow yet, and it would be easy to draw blood. "Then you'd better not look at that," he said with a small smile.
"Why, thank you," he said with a nod of his head. He looked at Adrian for a moment, admiring the sight of his husband. "He started playing recently. We've been building up, but yes, I think he can take quite a deal of pain, even if he doesn't know it yet." He grinned at Sean. "He does look great." He slapped Adrian's thigh. "Turn around a moment." He waited until Sean had a clear view of Adrian's back, and then traced the almost faded marks. "Three strips with a cane, one on his arse, and two on his thighs. He looked fucking beautiful, amazing. You can turn again," he told Adrian, before focusing on Sean again. "Midori isn't getting her hands on him. I don't share well."