a desperate whine slips past his lips then a breathless string of swearings. he can feel each hair on the back of his neck awakening as those lips capture his earlobe, that damned chuckle.
β well. i am fucking complaining now. β he groans, daring to slide his hands under
α
α
danielβs sounds are melodic, sweet and desperate in his ears as he drags his tongue along the curve of his throat once more, lips curling around his earlobe with a low chuckle on his throat.
α
α
βyeah? donβt hear you complaininβ when i bite you.β