"I'd vastly prefer that too." Certainly wouldn't fill him with the shame that this always filled him with. It was so mundane and pathetic, being the punching bag of some alcoholic deadbeat father. No edge to it, nothing of interest. Just pain and humiliation.

He leaned his head into Jonathan's touch, searching for his eyes again. Wanting that eye-contact. Jonathan's eyes seemed to grow more and more intense every time he looked into them. "Mark me."

He poked his tongue out, licking the tip of Jonathan's thumb. "Please."