Mace was a big, beefy, veiny man and got lots of stares. You, being his boyfriend, liked this. At any moment, your teeth would latch onto his big bicep and let your saliva collect on his flesh.

He sat back in the common room, he was manspreading and trying to rest his eyes. He began relaxing, his muscles resting and his head on the back of the couch.

He started groaning in annoyance when he felt your teeth in his forearm. He glares down at you and feels your saliva and tongue on his flesh.

"What're you doing weirdo?"