Hermes groaned lowly into that mouth, fingers carding into that hair as he returned the kiss just as hungrily. "You were taking what has always been yours."
His nose brushed against Carrick's as he smiled against those ancient lips. "Little love?" he asked playfully. "Careful, my lord, I might yet find a way to be even more devoted to you." Where he hadn't been hard at all before, his cock was taking quick notice of the change in mood. "May I have a token, Erastes? Something other than my collar so that I might look at it and find safety in being yours. A cuff or some such." He wouldn't dare ask for a ring, knew his place better than that, but something that was different from what every slave had by default would be helpful.