THE BEAST

He doesn’t like bites. He doesn’t like bites at all, but Blaine is so fond of them that he could never tell him to just stop with them. Of course he’s vocal with his disapproval, his moans are never pleased when Blaine starts torturing him biting him everywhere as he always do, but he just can’t manage to push him away.

After all, he can’t manage to push him away for a lot of reasons that should be more important than just stupid bites. Of course he can’t for just them.

“Ouch…” he whines, tilting his head a bit as he wraps his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, clinging to them, “Blaine, please…”

Blaine smiles against his skin, brushing his wet lips against the red marks he left over his neck, and then licking them fondly. It’s tickly, and Leo, pushed against the wall and lifted from the ground between Blaine’s strong arms, closes his legs around Blaine’s hips, rubbing himself against him.

“What is it?” the man asks, matching the movements of Leo’s hips with his own, “You want something in particular?”

“For you to stop screwing with me,” he answers in a loud moan, that turns a little huskier when Blaine closes his mouth around his neck and bites him once more, “God, can you please not?”

Blaine lets out the smallest chuckle, and Leo feels it climbing up his own spine in hot and cold shivers. “I like how you taste,” Blaine answers, his voice low, hypnotic, as he puts Leo back down on the ground, “I could eat you alive.”

Leo shivers once again, unsteady on his legs, both his hands lazily resting on Blaine’s shoulders as he watches him kneel. He swallows, unable to look away. “Then… you probably should,” he suggests, his voice shaking with embarrassment and fear.

Blaine’s smile turns wider, as he kneels closer. It looks scary, threatening, his teeth shine in the dark like the fangs of a predator.

Maybe that’s why he likes bites so much. And the fearful and excited shiver that, looking at him, shakes Leo like an earthquake, could be the reason why, after all, Leo never asks him to stop.