[More than the hands in his hair holding him in place, it's the little whimper that escapes Kaidan that sets Zhao alight. It quickens his blood. Makes him want more. And he knew he would have to try to produce it if he wanted it.
He took the cue and bit harder next time, alternating between piercing nips of teeth and quick, sloppy kisses over the area to sooth. He worked his way down Kaidan's neck down to the collarbone where he plied a little longer.]
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He took the cue and bit harder next time, alternating between piercing nips of teeth and quick, sloppy kisses over the area to sooth. He worked his way down Kaidan's neck down to the collarbone where he plied a little longer.]