Sucking love bites on art’s lower stomach in the shape of a heart <33
he likes being pinned down on the bed, likes it when you giggle and press little kisses to his neck, murmuring all your little praises for him. he wraps his arm around you to keep you close, feeling nothing short of helplessly in love.
and then you sit up to tug off his shirt, the way you say, “arms up, please,” in that firm, yet sweet tone makes his stomach twist up in a way that demands he obey you. and once it’s off and you’re met with his soft honey golden skin, it’s like your eyes light up.
art knows he’s pretty, god you tell him like every other minute. but it’s another thing to watch your face positively glow with desire, watching the change with his own eyes. it flusters him like no other.
and then your lips are trailing down his torso, pressing kisses to his collarbones and then his sternum, and down the center of his abdomen, and then he feels a sharp burst of pain. your teeth dig into his skin, not enough to draw blood, but you soothe over it with some gentle sucking and kissing.
he feels dizzy, watching you do your thing down there. you look just as cute as you do with your mouth a little lower, but now he doesn’t even have the burning, aching pleasure to distract him, he can really just watch you as you leave pretty little marks on him. you won’t let up until you’re satisfied, and he’s too weak to say anything.
with your teeth digging into the skin of his abs, your hands are massaging his thighs and since he wears the skimpiest little underwear to bed, you have pretty easy access to his cock, which you definitely take advantage of. he likes it that way. and so do you. you like that he’s easy and always available. maybe a little too much.
unless you point it out to him, he won’t realize you’ve made a heart until the next morning, when he wakes up and walks over to the mirror and sees the little bruises on his tummy that make a heart. he’ll scoff with no real bite and his eyes wander back to you, and when he looks back in the mirror to see all of the scratches, still red hot on his back, he really has to give the credit to you; he thought you were joking playfully when you said you were rough on your favorite toys.
