His hands rubbed up and down your sides as he held you in his lap, idly kissing down your neck. Art had made plan to come to your dorm and see you for a few minutes before practice, and finding you soundly asleep in your bed with your biology textbook open, he found his opportunity to slip under the covers with you, waking you up with his soft kisses and nips.   The fabric of your sweatshirt bunched up around his arms that were wrapped around you. Art decided to test the waters, placing a particularly hard bite on your shoulder blade. He had to hold back the whine that threatened to leave his throat when you gasped in retaliation, your reaction causing him to hold you tighter, closer.   You’ve noticed it the moment you met him—the way he’d chew on the end of his pen caps when he tried to focus on lectures, how he’d bite his nails whenever you got him flustered or nervous, or how his mouth was always minty fresh due to the amount of gum he goes through. It seemed like no matter what, he always needed something to occupy his teeth.   The following weeks after you two began dating, you began to replace whatever items he needed to get his fix. It wasn’t just the small bruises scattered across your body that spurred him on—though you wouldn’t find him complaining—but just the way his teeth feel when they sink into your soft skin and the way it made Art’s head spin deliciously.   He can’t deny relishing in the way the imprint stays on your skin for a few moments before returning back to its original state and how it makes him want to bite harder. Which he gradually does, and you never complain.   “Are you gonna be there?” he asks, his voice soft and needy as his teeth gently pull the skin from the side of your neck. It’s become routine for you to accompany Art wherever he goes, mostly because he’d ask and beg until you finally gave in. Was it manipulative? Maybe a little, but Art’s convinced he’d go spiraling if you’re away from him for more than an hour. So he’ll allow himself to be selfish for you.