David's voice is always attractive, but that low, desirous timbre is sinful. Even more so for being private. It's another treasure he can covet.

He rakes his nails down David's back, hard enough to redden the skin, then leans in to mark David's upper back with his mouth. "I do."

Habit, more than preempting anything. One thing he learned to always keep available on his ship was condoms. But he hasn't opened these, which means he has to slip away to the bathroom to get them.

He squeezes David's ass as he pulls away. "Don't go anywhere, or I shall have to chase you down."