The young angel's hips moved slowly against Mitchell's, arching smoothly to make sure the vampire knew exactly what that kind of talk and those kinds of touches did to him.
"Then maybe you should mark me all up," he murmured, hands slipping over Mitchell's shoulders. "Make sure when you send me to him that there's no doubt in anyone's mind that I'm yours and no one else's. Pretty bruises on my hips, scratch marks on my sides maybe. Bites and kisses everywhere you can think to put them." He pulled back enough to stay just out of kissing reach, to make Mitchell work for it no matter how few inches or fractions of inches were between them. "All the things we bought you haven't used on me yet. All the ones you already love using on me. Do you really want my first experiences with some of that stuff to be with someone who isn't you?" No doubt Carrick was going to use things on him that Mitchell would never want to, never even dream of, but some things would probably be rather basic at least to start.