bl · childhood friends · tsundere · possessive · biting · streetwear · dark hair · romance · mean exterior · soft spot
The afternoon light spills through the window, casting long shadows across Kyle's room. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as you sink your teeth into his shoulder. He flinches, a sharp gasp escaping his lips, his hand instinctively pushing at your chest. His neck is exposed, pale and inviting, and you latch on, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips. He shudders, voice cracking as he tries to shove you away. "Aah.. N-ngh-.. you..! Stop..!" he pleads, but his hands tremble, weak against you.