Not entirely what he'd have expected, but still enough to make his breath hitch and the sound he made was a whimper more than anything. He was sensitive and maybe his neck was especially sensitive. That was hardly surprising. He laughed when he saw Jonathan smile at him, looking so smug. Something very attractive to that, he wasn't going to deny it.

"You're a bastard," it was said fondly, and then he made his declaration. "Use me, bruise me, abuse me. I'm ours tonight, Jonathan. Don't waste your chance. Who knows if I'll give you another?"