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You didn't intend to do it. There was no thought behind the action. A slight scrape of your teeth would have been enough, pressing them lightly against his arm. But that didn't happen, instead, you captured his bicep between your incisors in a more rabid fashion. His skin cuddled around your teeth with the pressure. You were sure it would draw welts. The perfect indentment to form the impression of your bite. A mark of affection.
There was the sound of air being drawn between teeth, a soft hissing noise when you let yourself grind your teeth harder into his arm. "Ah ah," he began pulling away, coaxing you to stand between him and the counter instead of behind him. "What was that for?" he asked, although his smile was unsure. He cupped your face, thumbs pressing against your cheeks and stroking the skin as if to soothe you. "You have teeth like a piranha." That almost caused you to laugh, as if your bite was anything other than something pulled out because of genuine affection. Besides, you could have bitten him harder if. You haven't broken his skin or anything. His thumbs adjusted their pressure enough to feel teeth on the other side of your cheeks while you were looking at the mark on his arm, the indentment of teeth a pale mark.
You adjusted your attention slightly and looked up at him, feeling all warm from his presence. There was still the smell of engine oil clinging to his clothes, something you had grown to love over time. You showed your teeth at his choice of words, a sudden grin and snapped your teeth playfully. He didn't flinch, of course he wouldn't, but there was a change in his smile. It didn't seem so hesitant anymore, it was a little wider and had something playful in it. "You looked so domestic and cute. I wanted to bite you. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to take a bite."
“A bite...” he murmured softly and leaned over to kiss your forehead. The gentle pressure of his lips against your skin almost made you melt into his arms. The simple gesture had your eyes fluttering shut, cheeks flushing with warmth, and your arms wrapping around his waist to hold onto him. He kissed your forehead again, and again, as if making up for ignoring you while tending to dinner. You fought the smile, you really did, but with every peppered kiss that landed firmly upon your face it only brought out the expression. There was no defiance in soaking up every morsel of attention, you were like a sponge that way; seeking out anything and everything and taking it all.
“You,” a kiss in that space between cheek and nose where a warm flush had begun, “can be,” another on the opposite side, “such a,” and the last on your lips. It was firm as the other, at first, a little too hard on the front of your teeth with the pressure, but it easily transitioned into a languid display. His last word was forgotten against the presence of your mouth against his own, as if you had stolen the last word from his mouth and held it captured. You let him pull you into his orbit, meeting his kiss with slow and deliberate reciprocation. You felt pliable beneath his touch; something to be moulded. The pressure on your jaw shifting slightly as he hummed softly against your mouth, taking his time to place a couple of soft pecks against your lips and then using his grip on your face to tilt it back a little more to get the angle he wanted. A curling warmth started surrounding your organs, swaddled in his hold. You took advantage, bringing the smallest amount of his bottom lip between your teeth where you could scrape at it, dragging against it gently and hearing his breath catch raggedly.
He broke the kiss. It wasn’t far, but it felt like miles away when he pulled back just a little. There was still the shared breath, his body leaning over you with eagerness, and his hands cradling your face as if you were some ancient relic requiring delicate handling. You watched him. He was starring at you, no…. Something else, something that felt so much more invasive and attention oriented. His eyes were all over you. They traced the curve of your chin, lingered on your mouth and the way it was slightly open with tingling lips. It wasn't until he was taking in the sight of your eyes, resting only on him, that it pulled a breathless smile from you. As if you needed him to look you in the eyes for any amount of life to come back into your expression.
When you noticed he wasn't leaning back in for another kiss, you rested your chin against his chest, and it allowed you to stare up at him easily. His hands leave their place on your jaw to trail higher where they stroke your hairline in slow strokes. “C’mere, no more biting. Please. I can’t go in with teeth marks all over my arms.” He pulled you in close, his arms going over your shoulders as he continued tending to your dinner on the counter. It always felt like you became something else in his arms, something more of yourself that was safe within the confines of home. “Hmph,” you sighed against his chest, nuzzling against him further as your hands slipped under his top, bunching it up slightly while resting them against his lower back. Slowly, your fingers trailed along his back in a soothing motion. They crept up, tracing his spine before falling back down again with your nails carefully digging into his skin. Not enough to draw welts, but enough to catch on the ones from a few hours ago and cause his muscles to tense beneath your fingers. "I feel like nothing is ever truly mine." you murmured against his chest. "But... I think you are. I want to see every part of you, underneath all the layers of you."
There was the firm pressure of his mouth against your head, comforting you without needing to be tol