“Yeah, I’m a man. How can you want me if you don’t like men?”
“I just can,” Mano said, still looking ahead.
“Wait, hold on. If I see a good-looking guy, I notice him. I think about guys. You…”
“I only think about women. No other guy does anything for me, except you,” Mano said, glancing at him like it meant nothing.
But Ody froze at that last sentence.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mano asked in confusion.
Their eyes remained locked. And suddenly Ody crashed into him, pressing his lips against his. Mano’s back hit the couch as Ody hovered over him. He moved his lips down to his neck and sucked hard.
“What are you doing?” Mano pushed him away, but Ody went right back to it.
“You’re gonna leave a mark, stop!” Mano shoved him again, but Ody grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head.
“I’m gonna cover you in marks. So all your girls know you belong to someone else.”
Mano froze, his cheeks turning red. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Ody pressed his mouth against the tattoo on his chest and bit down.
“Ah!” Mano cried out as Ody went back to his neck. “Cut it out!”
Ody sucked on his skin.
“Ody, damn it!” He tugged against Ody’s grip, but he only tightened it.
“Who are you going out with this week? Someone new or one of the old ones?”
“Stop biting me!”
“Whoever she is, I want her to take off your shirt, see the marks all over you, and realize someone else already has you.”
“Cut the bullsh—ah!” Mano groaned when Ody bit down on the other side of his neck. “Ody... Odysseus…” His voice wavered under his mouth. “Ow!” He flinched.
Ody leaned close to his ear. “I’m gonna cover you everywhere.”
“Stop…” he whimpered.
“I want you to see the marks in the mirror and think of me.”
“S-stop, I said stop. I’m gonna ki—ah!”
“I want you to see them and remember everything we did. Every sound you made.”
“Cut it out... I can’t walk around covered in hickeys. If they see me at the gym…” he nearly whined.
“Even better. I want everyone to see,” Ody murmured, his mouth returning to his chest.
“S-stop... ah!”
Mano stood in front of the mirror, staring at the hickeys on his neck and chest. “You little shit, I’m gonna kill you!” He stormed out of the bathroom, yelling at Ody, who was lying on the couch.
A smirk crept onto Ody’s lips as he admired his handiwork. “Come here.” He motioned toward the couch.
Mano approached him, furious. He stood in front of him, fuming, and Ody pushed himself to his feet. He placed a handunder Mano’s chin, tilting his face up to get a better look. “Perfect,” he said with a proud smile.
