"Oh, I bruise," Cassidy mumbled, still loose and languid under Matthew, savoring the heaviness of the drug, the warmth of their mutual arousal, and the thrum of his own heart beating. "It takes a bit of work, though..."

Maybe not so much while his pulse was turned on. He thought that might make sense, biologically, but they'd already established that standard human biology wasn't part of the rulebook anymore.

"I prefer hands to teeth, if I'm gettin' a say in how the marks get left." He slid his hands back down from Matt's hair and down the sides of his spine. "Or some sort of... sommat ya hit people with."

Weapon seemed like an odd word to use in this context.

"Airy's taken a whip to me back before. That left a few welts."