An affirmative noise. "It is," and he runs his hands through Chris's hair again. 

"Oh, that's nice. Keep doing that and I'll want to fuck you again."

Marlo does as he's told, does it again, then kisses him, keeps playing with Chris's hair — pulls, very slightly — 

"I am not made of china, Marlo."

He increases the pressure slowly, gradually, and kisses Chris again. 

"Recall that earlier I asked you to make me bleed."

"So you did," he agrees, and he wraps Chris's hair around his hands and then goes perfectly still. 

"May I call you sir?"

His tone is perfectly controlled.

"— yes, Chris," he says, and this time Chris doesn't sound anything like sir. 

(He's not really sure what he's doing — but if he can get Chris to be relaxed like he was —) 

"Thank you, sir."

He spends far much of his time not being hurt, but now he feels the exquisite thrumming pleasure of not being hurt.

He keeps doing that for a few minutes, with just enough pressure to feel it but not enough for it to hurt, and then he yanks Chris's head down as hard as he can. 

Chris shudders through his entire body. "Sir-- please--"

That's a good face. More things should make Chris make that face. Marlo kisses him. "Please what?" 

Chris looks up at him and he's so happy and at peace.

"Please do whatever you want with me."

What does he do with that — 

well, Marlo wants to kiss him, so he does. Keeps his hands in Chris's hair, only just barely pulling, mostly just cradling Chris's head while Marlo kisses him, over and over and over. 

Chris moans quietly into Marlo's mouth.

(It's so good to be of service.)

What a good sound. He pulls harder on Chris's hair. 

"Thank you, sir," Chris whispers into Marlo's lips.

"I love you," he whispers back, and he pulls harder for just a second and then lets go. 

"I'm yours."

"I'm yours." It's not a contradiction. 

"I want to wear your collar-- and you can wear mine--"

"Please," and his voice is slightly shaky — he puts a hand on the back of Chris's neck — 

Chris relaxes at the pressure.

"Needed this, sir-- needed you--"

More pressure, then. Chris should always look this relaxed. "You're so good," he says, partially because he wants to see the way Chris will smile and partially because he is.