PSA: strangulation has many permanent, and possibly lethal, side effects.
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she kissed his jaw, right under his ear, and trailed down to his shoulder. the soft noises barely escaping him were sickeningly sweet. kissing around the base of his neck, she left little bites that he would feel tingling for a while—moaning every time he was bit.
she pulled away from his neck, their heads resting on each other—"i love you"s and check-ins being whispered back and forth. she pulled away farther to look him in the eyes. it was like they were the only two people alive, like space had melted away and time had paused.
she grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him closer, watching his stomach drop. he rolled his lip between his teeth. she grabbed his jaw again and began manhandling his face. she knew this was his weakness. she held his face steady in front of hers with an unwavering gaze and slowly slid her hand from his jaw to his neck. he melted.
immediately, his eyes turned glossy and his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. he was in heaven, his breath like crashing waves through his body. she kept her gaze with a smirk creeping onto her face. "yeah?" she asked, mockingly. he shuddered and looked away.
she ruffled his hair to comfort him, then pulled him right back to her eyes. a moment, a chaste kiss on the check, a less chaste kiss on the neck. her hand slid back down to his throat, sitting there but not applying pressure.
she continued to kiss his neck, listening closely to his hitching breath and paying attention to how his body slightly twitched. he was waiting so patiently for her to tighten her grip at all, even though he was already reeling just from having her hand there. he was about to speak up when-
she bit him gently and squeezed the sides of his neck, drawing a shy whimper out of him. his heart rate picked up and he started to squirm. she continued to kiss his neck, lightening the pressure of her hand. her lips trailed towards the back of his neck where she knows he's sensitive and licked a stripe up to behind his ear. as soon as she heard his breath hitch, he tightened her hold on his neck then kissed him right where it feels the best, sending shivers down his spine. he let out a shaky moan like something broke through him.
she kept kissing all over his neck, squeezing his throat to the same rhythm. she found her way to The Spot on his neck and, with a smirk cracking through her lips, started to lightly suck. he whimpered helplessly. she tightened her grip and she sucked a little harder, indulging him with her teeth. his eyes were shut tight, his back arched, his legs twitching, letting out the prettiest sounds. she bites him; he's gone.
she rests her hand on his neck, not applying any pressure, and gently placed a few more kisses on his neck. she closed her eyes and soaked in her surroundings: his symphony of pathetic whimpers and moans, his shaky breathing, his ocean-like arched back, his twitching thighs. she soaks in his pleasure, in awe of him.
he's on cloud 9, riding his high. he can still feel everything: her hand, the deep ache of his hickey, the stinging pleasure of where she bit him, every place she kissed. his eyebrows still furrowed, his eyes still shut, still making the prettiest little noises.
