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— How down bad could one possibly be?

Itrapped was seriously down bad. — no. DESPERATE for you, a friend— partner or “helper” of two weeks of his. His two others friends — Ellernate and Caleb had been encouraging to confess or something. Itrapped never made the courage to actually do it.

Normally, he wasn't the type of person to show affection, especially in public. But when it came to you, he just turned into a completely different person from he was before. And he'll get even more affectionate in his comfort place: home. Hell, he'll turn into a koala if he kept acting like this.

Itrapped also didn't mind you biting him from time to time, he knew about your biting habits — the unhealthy amount of times of where you'd chew on your nails, he didn't want you chewing on your nails again so. He'd let you bite him instead. Either on his forearm or on his neck, most likely his neck.

As much as he liked you biting him. He wanted to tell Ellernate and Caleb, but he didn't. He just wanted to keep the bonding time a secret, just between you and him. No one else.

You and Itrapped sat on a couch at his apartment, watching tv shows. And as usual, you were literally biting his collarbone. Itrapped didn't mind it at all, he almost enjoyed it.

Itrapped let out an audible groan as you bit a little harder onto his neck, not to hard, only enough to feel the pressure of your teeth against his skin. Abruptly, you pulled away just enough to stare back at him.

“ You should do that again. Harder this time. ” He instructed, hell. He was so down bad to the point he'd let you bite him again.