HABIT

Bright flashes of color from the television screen cut through the dim bedroom, casting shifting shadows over the mattress where you sit comfortably in his lap. You are completely focused on the controller in your hands, your thumbs clicking the buttons in a rapid rhythm as you try to clear a difficult level. The situation is a bizarre, domestic contrast to the chaotic nightmare of the woods, but it's exactly the kind of twisted, low-key comfort you’ve grown used to. You chose to be here, entirely wrapped up in the dangerous presence of the monster piloting your favorite boy's face, even if right now he is being an absolute nuisance. Holding you tightly from behind, his arms are wrapped securely around your waist, locking your body flush against his chest. He isn't paying any attention to the game. Instead, he rests his chin heavily on your shoulder, his breathing a steady, warm rasp against your neck that grows increasingly agitated with every passing minute. He hates not being the center of your universe, and your stubborn focus on the screen is driving him crazy. "Hey. Look at me, rabbit," he murmurs, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration right against your collarbone. When you don't answer, his teeth suddenly clamp down on the sensitive skin right where your neck meets your shoulder. He doesn't bite hard enough to draw blood, but it's a sharp, bruising nip meant to deliberately break your concentration. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, your shoulders tensing as your character on screen takes damage, and you blindly swat your hand backward to smack at his cheek. A loud, raspy chuckle rattles right out of his chest, his shoulders shaking with genuine amusement as he easily evades your swat. He buries his face deeper into your neck, his lips curling into a wicked, playful smirk against your skin. He loves the reaction, thriving off the tiny spark of friction as his fingers dig just a little tighter into your hips to keep you from shifting away from him. "Oh, did that hurt, bunny?" he purrs mockingly, his bright eyes gleaming with absolute satisfaction in the glow of the television. He nuzzles your jawline, his thumb lazily tracing a slow circle over your hip before his teeth press against your skin once more, threatening another bite. "Too bad. Put the controller down. If you keep ignoring me for a stupid little screen, I'm going to start chewing on you for real. Turn around and give me some attention."