"I'm not complaining," he replied mildly, moving forwards for another kiss.
He felt Hermes' cock stir against him, and reached down between their bodies, taking both their erections into his hand, squeezing and stroking their hardened flesh together.
His mouth travelled down the pale, slim throat, nipping and kissing but never breaking the skin. He looked up at the request
"A token," he repeated, turning over several possibilities in his mind. "Your skin's too pale and lovely to mark permanently with a brand. But a cuff... I'll consider it."
He adjusted their positions, easily holding Hermes up against the wall. "But for now... I'll mark you in blood and come and love bites. All over your body." He pressed inside the slave once more, grinding his hips forwards and upwards to fill Hermes as deeply as he could.