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“M,,,man, I told you not to bite so hard,” Toby grumbles, staring in the mirror at the fresh indents in his shoulder. The wound isn’t too deep because, although Jack had neglected to listen to Toby when he asked it to not bite into him so hard, it was careful enough to at least not take a chunk out. That… might be Toby’s real fear in all of this; that he’ll continue to allow Jack this privilege, and it’ll just go completely out of control. He'll rip Toby’s skin, tearing him to pieces, and disregarding any cries for mercy that he produced. To be honest, Toby might not even beg for mercy, as he knows well that he's never truly feared death. What he fears, most likely, is Jack breaking the trust Toby's placed so vulnerably in its hands. Taking advantage of him. Toby wouldn’t even feel it, but the blood loss would probably get to him sooner or later.
If that’s how he dies, he’ll be pissed. Taken advantage of and killed by someone he trusts as much as EJ— yeah, Toby would definitely be a little unhappy.
“‘m sorry,” Jack utters back in response, appearing in the mirror behind Toby; a tall, lurching mass of black and blue (fully dressed, with its mask hanging off its neck). The same colors that decorate the rest of Toby’s neck. Asshole, the latter thinks bitterly, scowling underneath his mouthguard. It’s almost like you want everyone to be able to see it.
It’s a good thing that he wears hoodies.
“Bullshit, n-no you’re n,,,not.” Toby’s neck cracks loudly as his head abruptly darts to the side. He reaches up a hand, and traces his index finger around the bite mark on his left shoulder, feeling the ridges of the imprint from Jack’s teeth. The skin around it is slightly red, and Toby scratches off a little bit of crust buildup where blood had dried on his flesh. He remembers Jack’s face moments after it had made this mark, that sadistic smirk and satisfied expression on its face. Yep, Toby definitely calls bullshit on Jack being ‘sorry’ about this whole thing. If he truly were sorry, he wouldn't look so smug about painting Toby's body with the evidence of their, er... engagements.
Instead of being a normal fucking person—even remotely—and responding with words, Jack walks closer to Toby, hands reaching out to grab onto Toby’s forearms. He’s not wearing his usual gloves, so Toby can feel the texture of his rough skin as Jack slides his hands up just underneath Toby’s shoulder. Toby tenses, but Jack just pushes Toby’s hands away, leans its head down so it can inspect the bite wound. Toby relaxes, and suppresses the urge to ask ‘how can you even see it?’ in a mocking tone, as he typically does just to piss Jack off.
Jack presses its mouth against the wound. Toby is a little bit shocked by how gentle it manages to be, especially considering the type of guy it is— the type of guy he himself is. Jack’s mouth opens, and a couple of its tongues slither out to encircle the bite. His tongues, oddly enough, are cold. Not enough to be uncomfortable, though. As a matter of fact, the muscles cool down the heated skin around Toby’s lesion, making him shiver.
“T...— The fuck are you do,,,,doing?” Toby really has to fight to keep himself still, although Jack’s tight grip on him does help with that. Toby bites his lip, eyes trained on Jack in the mirror, as it seems pretty distracted with soothing the cut on Toby’s shoulder. The cut that he created. It’s kind of ironic.
Jack offers no such answer, and carries on with… whatever the hell he’s doing. His tongues coil back into his mouth after a moment, so he can softly kiss the bite. Toby sighs, hands going to fidget with the sleeves of his hoodie before he realizes he’s still, uh… shirtless. He mutters something about wanting to go back to his room, that he’s tired and for Jack to let him go. But, many words die off on Toby’s tongue when Jack begins to kiss back up the length of his neck; lips parting and teeth grazing against his skin. Toby scowls again, hands curling into fists as its canines nick his flesh. “Don’t st-start doing this shit again, maaann… y,,,,you just made this other one.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack apologizes again, more firmly this time the soft and breathy tone to its voice imploring Toby to believe him. He sounds sincere, as sincere as Eyeless Jack gets anyway. “You… smell nice.”
Well… he can’t argue with that, Toby guesses.
“F-Fine. Fine, fine. B,,,,bbut, you’re ll,,lending me a t-t—titfuck—turtleneck after this.” That’s all the confirmation Jack needs, before the creature is sinking its teeth into the curve of Toby’s neck. In response, Toby gasps, hands reaching out and grabbing onto the edge of the sink. His knuckles pale with how tightly he grips it. He can’t feel pain, but he can feel the sensation of Jack’s teeth slowly breaking past the thin layer of skin and digging shallowly into his flesh. He doesn't know if he hates the feeling or loves it. Jack moans as well, and when Toby looks back at it, he can see how its eyes are closed and how its hands hold Toby much, much firmer. Toby rolls his eyes as Jack pulls away, moments later. Its hot breath fans over the new wound as it pants, and Toby just chuckles at it; watching fresh blood trail a line of crimson down over his arm now.
“Y-You get off on this too much.”