You were backed up against the wall of your room, his face buried in your neck. You could feel his nose brushing against it, then his teeth grazed the delicate skin there, making you gasp.

He licked the bite to soothe it afterwards, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Quite the biter, aren’t you? Are you a dog or something?” you asked teasingly, looking up at him.

He leaned in until your noses are touching, a hungry look in his eyes as he spoke against your lips.

“Woof.”