Crocodile likes to bite, and he likes to bite hard. Galdino often finds himself pinnedβ the threat of the hook against his thigh or bellyβ while Crocodile's jaws sink into the soft part of his throat. Deep sucking kisses bruise flesh, while Galdino whimpers and tries not to squirm so much that the hook breaks his skin.
Crocodile's teeth break the skin anyway, drawing blood.
Later, Galdino ends up staring in the mirror, looking like he's been mauled by an animalβ sets of marks adorn his throat, his chest, and his shoulders, each one radiating a bloom of ache that almost echoes pleasure. He hisses through his teeth as Crocodile kisses each bite, and pulls him down into his lap as he rubs alcohol and ointment on them.
"Don't cover them up," he warns, wrapping his arm around Galdino's shoulders. "It's more fun when people can see."
"For you!" Galdino huffs. "It's difficult enough to get people to respect me, let alone when I'm walking around as your canvas."
Crocodile smirks, hook trailing up the back of Galdino's spine.
"Don't give me that shit, Dino. We both know you know exactly how to shut up anyone who doesn't respect you."
-
AO3 link
Whumpril Day 2: Bite
