Bite

(MATURE CONTENT)

Falcon smiles, swiping his tongue over the fresh mark that he'd made on top of others that had just begun to fade. Olimar's bruised lips part slightly as he lets out a quiet moan at the sting of fingernails dragging across his back. Teeth at his neck again...

"J-Jay..we shouldn't be doing this here," he manages to say.

"Why not?" the other growls in response.

"We'll get caught.."

"So? We're full-grown adults. I shouldn't have to explain myself to anybody."

"But–"

A hard nip to his collarbone silences whatever he's about to say.

"Mm.."

"You were saying?"

"N-nothing.."

"If you really want, we can stop.." he purrs, releasing him. He's teasing at this point.

"N-no, please!" Olimar begs, jumping forward into his lap again.

"Keep biting!"