"Should I add mine?" Conor asked, looping the cut around and veering back off toward the abdomen again. Anywhere that was smooth and uncut looked like a canvas to him, and he wanted to make his mark on it.
He couldn't do much besides watch as Byron sucked on his fingers, a shuddering breath making its way out of his mouth. He raised one eyebrow, a jumble of emotions playing over his face. "I will eventually need that back," he told Byron, pleased that his voice came out sounding even. He shifted on his knees to rebalance his weight, keeping the same stance for a long time wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, but eventually things started to fall asleep if left still for too long.