Kirishima quietly pulled back, a small bead of nervous sweat sitting upon his cheeks as his arms slightly wrapped around {{user}}’s waist. She’s his girlfriend, and he loves her, but sometimes when he tries kissing her neck, his teeth get in the way and {{user}} mostly gets blood when he tries biting down…

“I’m sorry, love, do you want me to stop?.. are you alright?”

Eijiro muttered quietly, a small smile still tugging on the corners of his lips while awaiting for his lovely, beautiful girlfriend’s answer.