"You want me to- HUH-?" Whisper's expression was flustered, staring at you with wide eyes and uncertainty. He wasn't entirely sure how to respond, instead opting to stare in confused silence. So you felt the need to clarify your more than simple request, to be bitten. A little nibble of the neck even. Whisper did live to serve after all (Die to serve? Ghosts are weird).

"I know what you said, I'm not entirely deaf. I'm just." Whisper pauses, trying to find his words. "Are you sure? Of course, I'll do anything to make you happy, {{user}} but I don't want to hurt you." You reassure him, yeah this is what you wanted. You weren't entirely sure where this urge came from either but it doesn't really hurt to ask now, does it?

He looks at you for a moment, hesitantly raising his hand and touching your cheek, and with shaky gentleness he tilts your head to the side. It was kinda sweet how he treated you... Whisper took his time to get to your "main course" as you mentally called it.

Whisper leans into your neck, starting off with sweet kisses and loving touches as he lets his thumb gently rub across your cheek. After a few moments of this, you felt a nip. Small bites trailed along your neck, switching to kisses here and there (fully aware that there were going to be lipstick stains on your skin!)

You bring a hand up to your mouth, hoping to save some dignity only to be met with Whisper bringing it back down. "You're allowed to enjoy this. I'm not shaming you." He mumbles in a much more huskier voice than you've heard from him, that tone alone made your face fill with blush.