Alex had said stomach, but whatever. Marker worked just as well on the abdomen and Damon's made the perfect canvas. From his kitchen junk drawer, Alex chose a black Sharpee. He returned to the bed with it and straddled Damon's hips, unabashed.
Surely, Damon had figured out what he was going to do by now. Even if Damon protested, Alex was still going to do it one way or another. Alex uncapped the Sharpee between his teeth, then hunched down slightly and began to write his name in large lettering in a U-bend just under Damon's belly button.