Daniel blushed a little at the hickey. It had been a long time since his skin had marks that weren't caused by needles or a compromised immune system. And he did so love having Johnny's marks on him.
"Yeah, but you're my husband. Not some acne-ridden teen coping a feel and a quick fuck behind the windmill on the mini-golf course," he laughed softly. "When Deac marries a gorgeous blond god then he can have as much unprotected sex with him as he wants."
He threaded his fingers through said blond hair as Johnny answered his phone. "Put it on speaker, John? Hey Sweetheart."