Michael took his time kissing him, licking his way into his mouth and stroking their tongues together, his fingers shifting to cradle Kersen's head, carding through hair. When he broke the kiss, he leaned back just enough to look Kersen in the eye. "By the time we are done, you will have no doubt that you're mine," he told him, his voice low and even, but somehow as intimate as the kiss had been, in Michael's own way.