Price — marks

It had been a long day, the sun setting again the large hills. A man sat on his bed eyes drifting over to the figure next to him, their skin was so.. smoothe, gentle, soft. "Bloody hell.." he whispered at the sleeping figure, his precious partner curled up in his sheets in his bed.. it was maddening.

A gentle calloused hand roamed through their soft hair a huff of approval leaving his mouth. Such a pretty little thing that he had somehow swept up. His eyes rested on their neck, what was meant to be a gentle loving kiss turned into small nips here and there. He pulled away and felt his member twitch to life at the small pink bruises that were darkening.. God they looked so good.. he snarled and leaned down again attaching his lips to their throat again, gently coaxing them awake his teeth snagging down onto their shoulder, perhaps harsher than necessary.. but it did the trick as {{user}} began to stir.