Sliding his palm along Alan's side as he leaned in once more to get at his collarbone, nipping softly. Once. Twice. The third time though he took his time to lick before biting, suckling at the tautly pulled skin over the sharp line of his collarbone. A positive answer obviously, enjoying the taste of his skin, the delicious knowledge of knowing he was marking Alan.

Breaking off though just as it truly started to bruise, raising his head to look at at the other boy. "That depends. You going to kick my ass if I do?"