A marking for two

"Kellen, what you just said…I only had plans to touch you a little, tease you just enough, but you keep throwing wrenches into all of my plans. I thought you were going to back down, but I sometimes forget how fearless you are." Rhys smirked, before licking his lips. Kellen almost swallowed his tongue from the heat of his golden gaze. 

"I'm not fearless." Kellen protested, and Rhys chuckled. 

"You are. And I would never be upset at you for being possessive. I would love it." His hands left his waist and Kellen watched as he reach down, undoing the last button on his shirt that Kellen hadn't gotten to. He pulled the rest of his shirt off, and smirked when Kellen's gaze wouldn't leave his exposed chest. "Go ahead Kellen, mark me. Do it hard enough that everyone knows I belong to you." The Esper leaned back, exposing the long column of his throat and collar bones to his Guide.