"Did you know...that there was a spell that used your blood for ink? In order to get that to happen, it cuts the words into the back of your hand." He smiled, pleased at the very idea of something. Yes, he was aware that there were very few people who felt similarly, but that's why he was so very excited to have found someone who liked it.
Fletcher wouldn't call himself a very cuddly sort of person. There weren't very many people who he cared enough about or felt safe enough around to do those things with them. It took a very special person to make it allowable. Sex was one thing, this was something else entirely. He gently nosed his shoulder. "I don't know what you mean," he said softly.
It didn't make sense, but perhaps he wasn't following Tiberius' mental track. Sometimes that happened despite their relationship. He lightly squeezed the other man with his arm. "I would stand still and wait patiently if that was what you needed of me. You are my dear, sweet Buttercup."