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Zam likes to bite. Wemmbu lets him. He doesnt know how he particularly feels about it, but sure. Whatever makes Zam happy.
"Give me your arm." Zam says, sitting on his throne, head resting on one hand as Wemmbu stands in front of him. "..? Why-" Wemmbu was soon cut off by Zam. "Just come here and give me." Zam snaps, and Wemmbu slightly flinches, walking forward to get closer to him. Zam grabs Wemmbu's arm, pulling his sleeve up caressing his arm, sliding his fingers across multiple other bite marks on his arm.
Zam opens his mouth. Wemmbu clenches his fist. Zam bites down, digging his teeth into Wemmbu's arm. Wemmbu uses his other arm, covering his mouth and shuts his eyes closed.
It hurts. But he knows Zam likes it, so he lets him continue.
"Augh-ouch..! Z-Zam-" Zam pulls away from his arm, looking up at Wemmbu, who still has his hand over his mouth. Zam looks down onto his arm, which was bleeding out by now. He smiles, licking Wemmbu's arm, cleaning up the blood.
"There, there, Wemmbu. Its all clean now." Zam traces over the red bite marks, lightly squeezing it just to see if blood would slip out. Zam lets go of Wemmbu's arm, pulling down his sleeve to hide the bite mark. Zam knows it hurts for him, thats why he does it. He likes seeing his sweet, sweet, Wemmbu in pain.
His stupid squirming, the way he always covers his mouth when he's about to start groaning in pain. Sometimes he just wants to stop him from covering his mouth, so he could listen to all the noises Wemmbu could possibly muster up. He loves it.
He knows Wemmbu will always let him bite him. Wemmbu himself knows it. He knows Zam likes to bite, so he lets him.