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[If he were perfectly honest, he could do this forever, continuing to make sure that his marks were there, that everyone would know how much he'd wanted this ridiculous man. It's intoxicating in a way he can't remember ever having dealt with before and to have that reciprocated feels like absolute bliss.

How Angel is still coherent, he hasn't the foggiest, but he finishes licking one of the newer bites to look up at him properly, eyes looking particularly cat-like with how blown out those pupils are. It's not something he can control, but he's certainly enjoying himself even with how stained the white fur of his face clearly already is.]

Mmm? [Give him a moment to find where coherency is, it's quite difficult.] Baby, I already have what I want right here. I want you right now, that's all. [Does he want more? Absolutely. But he's also fine with marking and, in a weird twisted sort of way in his brain, making certain that he's not going anywhere.] What do you want? [It's not entirely about him, it's an entirely two person thing and he's not about to let him think that what he wants doesn't matter.]