I just wanna talk about andreil hickeys
HELL YES THESE ARE MY SUMMONING WORDS! BLESS YOU, ANON!
neil likes andrew’s neck. andrew is very aware of this fact, which should embarrass neil, but it doesn’t, because andrew jerks every time neil kisses him there.
neil likes andrew’s neck, but he rarely gets like it for long before andrew reciprocates tenfold, guiding him with a hand to the nape and holding him down by the throat.
so the day andrew lets neil touch as he pleases, neil kisses his neck first, hands fisted in the ends of andrew’s shirt to stop them from shaking because he’s so excited to be allowed this.
andrew sighs like it’s all a chore, but he tilts his head back and neil slumps into him, worshipful, mouthing softly. neil is so careful. andrew can’t take this, all this softness, not directed at him, so he plants a fist in neil’s hair and yanks until neil’s whole head jerks and his teeth catch on skin. “like you mean it, josten,” he demands.
neil never backs down from a challenge. but he also wants to set the pace just a little longer, just until andrew snaps. so he gentles his teeth, still straining against andrew’s grip, and sucks lightly on his neck, so fucking tender. he teases a bruise to the surface, then nuzzles it softly, brushing kisses all around it to ease the hurt he’s caused.
andrew closes his eyes and lets him for a minute, then pulls him off entirely. “not what i meant at all,” he says, and he bites a ring of hickeys on neil’s throat, a pretty violet collar.
neil bruises easily. andrew likes to pinch and twist his skin when he’s bored to leave little marks behind. he does it one evening when they’re sprawled out in a bunk, neil doing homework, and andrew reading a comic book. neil hisses through his teeth and slaps his hand away.
andrew watches lazily as deep blue blood rises to the surface right there on neil’s calf. he trails his fingers further up and hooks his nails into neil’s thigh. this time he leaves little red crescents behind.
neil kicks him off. “if you’re gonna leave bruises, at least do it properly, ok? that hurts.”
andrew rolls onto his haunches and prowls over neil, tossing his book off the bed. “is that an invitation or an idle comment?”
neil packs away his homework. “it’s an invitation now.”
andrew shoves him back and gets his shirt up over his head. neil’s arms get tangled there and andrew lets him struggle, already sliding down his chest. he picks a spot high on neil’s ribs and sucks. neil whines and fall flat and still, straining up into andrew’s bite.
“good boy,” andrew rasps. he scrapes his teeth along the edges of the new bruise he’s made. neil squirms. andrew narrows his eyes at the reaction and reaches out, curious, to press on the bruise meanly.
neil shudders and moans, long and loud.
“oh,” andrew says, “you like the hurt.” he pinches the bruise, just a bit, and watches neil fall apart
ANDREW PAINTING HICKEYS OVER NEIL’S OLD SCARS.
NEIL SUCKING A HICKEY ON THE BACK OF ANDREW’S NECK, OUT OF HIS SIGHT, AND FEELING SO PLEASED EVERY TIME HE SEES IT.
NEIL PRESSING THE HICKEYS ALL ALONG HIS HIPS WHEN HE’S ALONE IN THE SHOWER. THE ACHE GETS HIM HARD AND HE CAN IMAGINE ANDREW THERE, SUCKING THEM INTO PLACE.
NEIL TAKES A COUPLE HITS IN AN EXY GAME AND HIS OPPONENT CATCHES HIM AFTERWARDS TO SAY SORRY, HE JUST GOT OVEREXCITED FACING *THE* NEIL JOSTEN AND NEIL IS SO FLATTERED? ANDREW PINS HIM AGAINST THE LOCKERS AND SUCKS HICKEYS ALL OVER NEIL’S BRUISES BECAUSE NEIL MAY BE OBLIVIOUS WHEN OTHER PEOPLE FLIRT WITH HIM BUT ANDREW IS NOT AND HE IS *NOT* PLEASED SEEING HIS BOY WEARING SOMEONE ELSE’S MARKS.
everyone feel free to add to this and add your own hickey headcanons because lbr these boys would mark each other up ALL THE TIME. they have enough marks made from hate, so now they make new ones with love
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