Okay let me be feral for a moment.
Stretching exposure of the sweet flesh. A lingering sense of restraint of the muscles, pressing a fine swallow downward. The pretty pale deep blue glancing through the skin kissed by the sky. The faint crackling texture of DNA displaying its own code. The light gracing its presence along the SCM (Sternocleidomastoid), guiding the eye to the bone that is beneath the layers.
The gentle grazing of the upper lip and top of the nose. Sensing good bumps to litter such beautiful flesh. Impenetrable, clean, perfect. Such a gift given so freely with the play of intimacy. Finally the lip rests hovering over the spot in which it wishes to claim. The jaw allows little to no room for much more than a kiss. A stolen blessing lost to one's own lips.
A fine smack twisting whistle as the lips pursed and closed to wetten the spot. Sucking weakly to pull at the fair skin. Such a thanks attempted by living a parted gift. Only disappointment to leave behind a faint red glistening spot. The heat fading, but the wet still covered the gift.
I just want to bite into his neck. Grrrrr, aaaah! Make him whimper and cry for more. 👀