[under normal circumstances Leona wouldn't want to leave lasting evidence of such an affair, preferring to keep that rigid distance he puts up. but under this influence there is no need to hold back from more carnal desires, because who could deny that he, Leona Kingscholar, deserves to take what he wishes? is it his fault when his prey calls his name through their scent, begs for him with their body? even if that prey is Rook, does Leona not deserve it?
the muscle of Rook's trapezius where it meets the neck is the perfect place— with just enough artery-free real estate not to leave the wrong kind of lasting damage— for Leona to press his teeth, to dig in hard. hard enough to bruise, then to break— hard enough that any sudden movement might leave a nastier tear than intended.
he focuses on that bite as he grinds forward, his cock rubbing against Rook's, the slow and deliberate rock of Leona's hips just a little preview of what's to come later.]
stab me in the heart with these lines why dont you!!!
the muscle of Rook's trapezius where it meets the neck is the perfect place— with just enough artery-free real estate not to leave the wrong kind of lasting damage— for Leona to press his teeth, to dig in hard. hard enough to bruise, then to break— hard enough that any sudden movement might leave a nastier tear than intended.
he focuses on that bite as he grinds forward, his cock rubbing against Rook's, the slow and deliberate rock of Leona's hips just a little preview of what's to come later.]