He began to wonder what it would feel like if Gavin’s teeth sunk into his skin. There were stories…more movie misinformation and fictional fantasy no doubt, but a little voice in the very back of Matthew’s head suggested that it might feel…good? Intense? Salacious. Wrong, but oh so very right. Scary, but oh so very alluring. Matthew would never let Gavin do it; he’d never have the nerve. He didn’t trust Gavin like that. He didn’t even know Gavin. The thought was still there, though. Sweet mercy, it definitely was.
It was at that point that his teeth started to wander over Gavin’s skin and grab at it, as if he was acting out his own desire. Nips at first—Gavin’s lip, jaw, cheek—and when Gavin’s breath caught in Gavin’s throat, the gentle snatch of Matthew’s teeth became rougher, sharper bi
