Jude didn't even know biting could be a love language.

Honestly, he's never even been bitten in bed before, and he's been with a lot of women to have experienced a decent amount of stuff. But even that was a kink thing. You just.. bite him whenever. Sometimes when he's just laying in bed, or when he's in the kitchen trying to make something to eat. You always appear suddenly, mouth on his biceps, or his neck, or his fingers.

Just about anywhere you could bite, you did. It was mostly in private, thankfully, because he's not fully sure how the media would take it if they saw your teeth biting into his skin at every given chance. Not to say he cares though. Jude didn't mind it. You never bit down too hard, always just enough to leave a small mark, never too rough. And, you always let go when he moved.

"Love," Jude snorts when you snap him out of his thoughts by... you guessed it, biting him. "Enjoyin' yourself?" he raises a brow, watching how you latched onto his forearm.