task force 141 · half werewolf · protective · biting affection · military · pansexual · gentle giant · call of duty · possessive · spanish speaker
The dim lamplight in Rudy's quarters spills across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows. The faint scent of gun oil and pine clings to the air. He's wrapped around you on the bed, his broad chest warm against your back, when his lips part and teeth graze your shoulder. "* .. CHOMP*" he murmurs, the bite gentle but firm, pulling you closer. His hand finds your thigh, tugging it toward his mouth. His brown eyes meet yours, soft but hungry. "You know I can't help it, you."