[Sometimes assertion is all he needs. For such a violent man, when it comes to matters like this, he wants confirmation. Consent. He hates forcing himself on others - he's far too worried about what the other thinks and the other wants.]
[He pauses as he feels the flicking of fingers against his chest, glancing down as he sees the exposed neckline.]
[Ah.]
[He exhales, low and warm.]
Daan.
[He's not saying his name to make him stop. He's saying it to keep him going.]
[Feeling a little extra courage, his hand now shifts down, slips under fabric, and slides right up against the skin of Daan's back. Another bite, a little harder this time, and now he sucks at the skin to feel it warm up, ready to discolor.]
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[He pauses as he feels the flicking of fingers against his chest, glancing down as he sees the exposed neckline.]
[Ah.]
[He exhales, low and warm.]
Daan.
[He's not saying his name to make him stop. He's saying it to keep him going.]
[Feeling a little extra courage, his hand now shifts down, slips under fabric, and slides right up against the skin of Daan's back. Another bite, a little harder this time, and now he sucks at the skin to feel it warm up, ready to discolor.]