Mychael was busy in the kitchen, cooking you both some lunch for the day before he heard you scatting and singing to yourself.

"Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh."

You hummed with confidence. Mychael's ears perked up, flicking slightly, his once splashed green face now a deep azure. He set down what he was using and leaned out from behind the door frame that separated the rooms.

"F-Firefly? Why are you singing wishes of pain towards yourself?-"