Agreeing to go into service is easy. No harder than signing up for the Marines. He's spent so long serving his country, it's a comfort to know he'll be acting in service again.
Chris considers and discards "so clearly you know at least a little of what this is about."
Instead he says, "I'm not mad at you. I think you have done well."
Chris pulls him onto the couch and continues to hold him. "What else is part of it?" His voice is gentle.
It takes him a moment to detangle his thoughts. "Can't remember the last time anyone was this gentle," which is true but — he doesn't follow that rabbit — maybe he should follow that rabbit — he doesn't.
"'Gentle' is not a word I'm accustomed to hear when describing my training style."
"Not the training style. This," and he makes a vague gesture at the two of them (that he knows Chris can't see because it's behind him, but he doesn't have the words for what this is.)
"I'm not sure I know what 'this' is if it's not referring to your training."
He curls inward just a little at the tone. "The way you're holding me. The way you touch my hair. Nobody's — in so long —"
"Ah."
Chris makes a mental note that physical affection is perhaps the best reward for Marlo.
In general, rewards should be rationed. But he wants Marlo to have new, positive associations with submissive sexuality. He keeps holding him.
He gently strokes Marlo's hair. "Do you think that's why your punishments are arousing?"
"Do you want to tell me the other reasons?" His voice is accepting and so, so gentle.
That's enough epiphanies for one day.
"I'd suggest you journal about this although, of course, I have no way to enforce this suggestion."
Some part of him is insistent that he's never going to be held like this again. That part of him is almost certainly ridiculous but it's very hard to ignore. He relaxes into Chris.