okay, lemme just pull this out of your fantasies thoughts. Pull his hair hard enough that his head tips sideways, trace his jawline with your lips. Are you threatening to leave a mark there? It’s very public. He’d love it.
His intake of air is sharp, through his teeth, as your fingers tighten in the handful of hair you had grabbed. The gasp gives way to heavy breaths through his nose, harsh exhales fanning across your cheek as you nudge your nose along his chin. Your lips follow - more slowly than he’d like - pressing small, chaste kisses to the skin that’s already sprouting stubble. He blames its rapid growth on stress but he loves to let it chafe you, seeing the shadow of him lingering on your skin.
“I could leave a mark here,” you threaten, wetly kissing the skin just under his jaw. You don’t move your hand, yet he sighs and tilts for you, opening his neck to you, allowing you room to work. You kiss deeper down his jaw, your lips just above his rapid heartbeat. “You want me to, don’t you? I could make it a faint one, could pass it off as a trick of the light.”
“No,” he says, the word pulled from so far down it sounds more like a growl than an exclamation.
You press another kiss, harder, to the soft flesh just under his ear, above your favorite freckle. “No, don’t leave a mark?” You nip at the wet spot, his breath hitching as you lave your tongue over the tiny indents left by your teeth. “Or no, don’t leave a faint one?”
His hand on your knee squeezes and you decide for him, leaning to suck the already-red spot harshly. “They’ll all see it,” you remind him, giving him a chance to tell you to stop. Instead he relaxes further into the airplane seat, further into your grasp. You smirk and breathe him in before marking him as yours.
