Because Charlie Hunnam is famous for his lip biting... “Stop biting that fucking lip!” with Will.
“You need to move to another room.”
Will looks up from his crossword, pen stopped in motion. The newspaper rustles as he moves his body a bit at the large table in the kitchen. “What?”
“You need to go do your crossword puzzle somewhere else.”
“Why - Where do you want me to go?”
“Anywhere.” You demand, hands gesturing for Will to move out of the kitchen and go… you don’t even know, somewhere. “Anywhere, out of sight.”
There’s serious work spread around you, sheets and sheets of loose paper sorted carefully by date, pictures laid there as well, a whole lot of information around you. So much in fact, that you had to move from the dining table down to the floor where you’re currently sitting - with a distractingly perfect view of Will, who’s doing his own bits at the kitchen table. The straight line of sight is bad enough to have you glance his way every other minute but seeing Will brooding over the crossword, eyes starring at the paper with a stone hard focus, pencil making it’s way between his lips and even worse, him biting his lips from time to time in pure frustration, has your eyes lingering on him longer than you can allow yourself to. This needs to stop.
“Why?” Will laughs at you baffled.
You send him a glare. “You’re too loud.”
Will’s head cocks to the side, sending you an unbelieving look. “Y/N, you humm under your breath while you work.”
“Well … that’s me humming.”
“I .. how can I make a sound when I’m doing a crossword puzzle? I barely move the pen!”
“You make this -” Your hand flies through the air, desperate to grasp any reason as to why you would usher your boyfriend to another spot. “You’re just distracting me, okay?”
“I’m not even looking at you!”
“But I do!” You slump against the back of the couch. “You do this thing … with your mouth.”
Now you have Will’s full attention. He leans back with an easy smile on his face. “This thing?”
You send him a glare, tipping your fingertip against your own lip. “Whenever you focus you tend to bite your lip.”
Will’s eyebrows rise, and rise, as he ever so slowly pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Stop biting your fucking lip!” You quickly avert your eyes to one of the papers.
Will cocks his head to the side, trying to get your focus back on him. “Y/N?”
You keep silent, sternly setting your eyes on the numbers in front of you but out of the corner you see Will slowly getting up and moving over to you. He’s close enough for you to touch him as he’s crouching down in front of you, so gracefully, you marvel at the man so burly who has such control over his movement. Will’s knuckles barely brush against your cheek as he tries to get you to move your head.
“Y/N.” His voice is so low you feel it directly traveling down your body, a soft melodic tone to it. You hesitantly lift your head to meet a slightly grinning Will. “Like this?” You watch him gnaw at the inside of his lips this time and your eyes travel over the movement mesmerized.
“Yes.” You breathe out. Will’s smile gets wider and you find yourself unable to look anywhere else. “Are you going to leave me to my papers now?”
The sound that bubbles up in your throat resembles a whine too much and you press your lips together from it slipping out. Will leans closer and you feel his breath fawn over your face. He’s lingering for a second, his own gaze travelling down to your lips before he angles his head - and gently pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. Your eyes flutter close at the sensation as he carefully begins to suck on it and you push your body closer to him on instinct, grasping his shirt. Will slings an arm around you, pulling to him before maneuvering both your bodes from the back of the couch to the floor and you don’t know what’s rustling under you until -
