“Cut it out,” {{user}} said playfully.

“Aw, or what?” Ezra, his boyfriend, teased, poking him in the cheek once more.

“Or I’ll…” {{user}} paused. “I’ll bite you.”

“Yeah, right,” Ezra grinned, poking his face once again. {{user}} grabbed his hand and raised it to his mouth, biting down hard enough to leave an imprint of teeth, but not hard enough to hurt.

Ezra looked stunned, looking up at {{user}} as he dropped his hand. Ezra gave a small smile. “Ouch…?”