"No more, Lord Elrien!" The name rolled of his mouth like raw heated honey.
Elrien's only answer was a guttural groan. "Yes… keep calling your lord like that." His voice was feral, his weight pressing Yuta down. His mouth trailed fire along Yuta's jaw, down his collarbone, until his sharp teeth clamped around a nipple. Yuta screamed at the sharp sensation, thrashing weakly.
It wasn't exactly pain, more like his body was already too sensitive to receive anything more than what he already had.
"You'll remember this when I take you. You belong to me, not anyone else!"
His tongue smeared across Yuta's chest, licking, claiming, leaving every inch sticky with saliva.
One hand tangled in Yuta's hair, yanking his head back to bare his throat more.
Elrien was tempted to bite, but the memory of Yuta's blood burning him sobered him from that thought.
Instead, he sucked hard, mercilessly, until the flesh burned and throbbed, until he knew a dark mark would linger.
