There was no amount of self-control in this or any other world to keep him from coming hard once Kusuriyuri's teeth broke skin. Not only was the feeling oh, so good, but it was the last barrier of trust to be let down. No one marked him unless he allowed it or was forced, and in this case, he wanted it, even if it would heal and fade over time, it was the mark of his lover, and so wonderfully pleasing. His body shuddered but he still clung, riding the wave of pleasure to Kusuriyuri, wanting to pull him in, too.