Scabior couldn't decide if he liked Greyback's kisses or not.
Greyback's breath was hot and acrid, and his kisses were hard and fierce, more bites than anything else. His fingers would inevitably become tangled in Scabior's hair when he grabbed a fistful of it. His nails would catch on the ribbon tied there and he'd yank it out, growling, as Scabior winced. Scabior always knew he'd have a trail of bruises along his jaw afterwards.
But he thought he might have preferred the kissing to the fucking. Greyback would have fucked nearly anything, but the kissing, he knew, meant something.
100-word drabble! Written with the prompts 'acrid' for the OTP Boot Camp, 'fingers' for the Minor Character Boot Camp, 'indecisive!' for the Character Trait Boot Camp, and 'ribbon' for the Favourite Character Boot Camp.