"Give me that." Damon reached for the marker, sliding down Alex's chest to the space between the moth and the laurels. He wasn't in the dead center, but a bit to the left. He wouldn't write his full name, but initials as eyes. The D and S had eyeballs, then a nose and mouth were added to the piece. He completed the image with vampire teeth, much the way he had with whipped cream on the pancakes in dreams. He leaned down and kissed that spot just above the design. "Don't say I never gave you anything. I should have been an artist."
He didn't bite in, didn't take a thing, no matter if he wanted to or not. The thoughts in his head of a deeper meaning would remain his.
He was back up a minute later, leaning closer to kiss the corner of his mouth. His hand remained right below his belly button. Blue eyes tipped into green. "Do you really want to write your name then fall asleep? It's kind of like getting undressed, to cuddle - even though that can be almost more ..." intimate than sex. Fuck. He let those words go. "Do you just write on your lovers for fun?"