#griffelkin

Griffelkin had Dave pressed beneath him, pressing open mouth kisses to the man’s neck as the hockey player trembled.

“Griff—please, I—“

“Shhh.”

Griffelkin leaned up on his elbows and looked down at the mess of Dave Heinrich under him. Usual soft brown eyes now dark and desperate. Lips red and swollen from the bitten kisses that Griffelkin had given him the moment he walked inside the apartment after the game. Bruises forming on the tan skin on his neck.

Griffelkin did that. *He* left those. Not Anne. Not anyone else.

Because Dave was his soulmate. Ms Beelzebub told him so. She used those exact words. Soul. Mates.

“Why’re we stopping?” Dave panted out, his head tilted to the side in the cute way that had Griffelkin feeling like he had a heart. It made the fire in his stomach burn brighter.

“Just wanted to look at ya, Davie.” Griffelkin mumbled before his hands wandered lower on the man’s body.

“Well, stop looking unless you’re gonna touch me too.” Dave huffed before pulling Griffelkin in for more of those rough kisses. Griffelkin hummed into the kiss before pushing back with his own vigor.