Daniel drowned in sensation. Clark slid a hand under Daniel’s lower back, pulling Daniel up as his weight ground down on Daniel’s length. His mouth moved lower, biting at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Daniel clutched the sheets, and he rolled against Clark’s hips. Daniel shuddered as Clark’s bite firmed, worrying the skin. But it wasn’t…quite…
“I…” Daniel groaned, head turning away at the thought of what he wanted. “God, Clark, I like your teeth on my pulse…pressing against…”
Clark’s mouth slipped wetly from shoulder to throat, and Daniel gasped. Hips moving in a steady rhythm, Clark licked Daniel’s skin.
“Anything,” Clark husked before he bit down on Daniel’s throat. Daniel gave a low, shuddering cry as Clark’s teeth worked, and he pressed against Daniel’s windpipe. Pulse pounding
