“The most beautiful part of the body is the neck,“ Orochimaru said. They were both sitting up in bed, not intending to sleep any time soon. As such, Anko had on only a flimsy nightie, while he was naked under the kakebuton. “It’s a long held aesthetic and one I agree with. Have you noticed how maiko leave a special patch unpainted on their napes? That bare skin is accentuated by the crisp edge of their white face paint.“ He lightly traced where the make-up line would be on her neck with the pad of his finger.
A shiver rampaged up her spine. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up. He’d surely notice them and relish how sensitive her skin was there. “Would you prefer it if your nape wasn’t white?“ Anko asked, trying to deflect. She turned her head to the side to look at him, her eyebrow raised.
“No matter how much I stretch my neck, I can’t properly see my own nape.“ His hand curled up and he buried his fingers in her hair, agitating the follicles further. “Regardless, my interest lies in yours.“
“You’ve made that abundantly clear in the past, driving your teeth into it the way you did.“ She grimaced as if the pain were fresh. “That hurt like hell. You’re not going to do that again, are you?“
“Giving the Curse Mark is not intended to be pleasurable for the giver, or the receiver. It drained a great deal of my chakra and sealed it within you, leaving me in a weakened state. So no, that was not my intention.“ Orochimaru leaned in closer, brushing his lips along her shoulder. “Has it occurred to you that the neck can be bitten with the sole intent of being pleasurable for both parties? Biting can be passionate. Even, dare I say it, tender.“
As his parted lips continued on up to her neck with their faint caresses, the narrow shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down. His teeth were exposed enough that they also grazed her skin. He took her hand and clutched it in his powerful grip.
Anko gasped. Somehow, her fear made it more exciting. The anxiety and the titillation filled her stomach with butterflies. She wanted to find out if what he said was true. “Show me, Orochimaru-sama. Do it the way it will feel good for me,” she breathed.
He began kissing her neck, working his tongue around and sucking the skin into his mouth. It soon escalated to gnashing at her flesh, then nibbling, till finally he used some definite force. Orochimaru moaned as he bit into her, though he was careful not to break the skin. The way his moans sounded told her he liked the taste.
Anko cried out at the pressure, then started to moan as well. At this, he paused to whisper, “I’ll be tender after we finish.” As he resumed giving her love bites, he pulled down her other shoulder strap, letting her breasts fall out of her gown.
//art based drabble requested by @autumn569