If Fisher had been thinking clearly for even half a second, he would have absolutely killed James for marking him. But he didn't have time to think, or react, before the teeth of the other man were biting him, his mouth sucking hard and drawing blood to the surface in a dark, obvious bruise. Crying out, he actually bent into James' mouth, drawing him closer. It hurt, and it felt liberating, almost like he wanted to be marked, wanted everyone to discover them.
"Oh, God, James," he whispered, looking up at the man, resting his hands on his hips to pull him closer with each thrust, a smile growing on his face while James drew closer and closer to orgasm. It was beautiful. Just the look on his face, the intensity and the brightness of his eyes before they closed, the shape of his lips as they cried out... fucking incredible. "Ow, shit, don't fucking stop," he murmured, hips jerking beneath James as he rode out the other man's climax, the feel of the man's tightened muscles beneath Fisher's fingertips making him whimper.