Those few seconds Nicky marked him felt intensely possessive. Booker felt branded by Nicky and very clearly claimed. "After a mark like that, Nicolo, I don't think there's anything else I can do."

It was already gone but the memory of it lingered. Booker knew it was in his head but he felt it ache with his pulse.

"I'm yours," he said simply as he nuzzled Nicky's cheek. "Whatever you want right now, just tell me."

He rolled his hips against Nicky's to show him just how much he meant the words. Nicky had his attention and his passion. Whatever his dear friend and occasional lover needed from Booker he would give.