toby having to wear a muzzle when the two of you get down and diety bc he always bites way too hard. toby drooling through the metal bars of the cage, pressing it against your neck - begging for you to just let him.
so you do. shaking hands reaching up to unclasp to restraints that hold the cage in place, barely having time to toss it to the side before he’s on you. teeth meeting the meat between your neck and shoulder. biting, bruising, tearing. blunt canines sinking in deep enough to snap the raw flesh beneath their force. blood spilling against his lips. moans rumbling out from his chest to vibrate across your body - harmonized to the rhythm of your skin throbbing.
him doing it again, and again, and again - until your neck is wilting. his tongue lapping up droplets of crimson that bead up and spill in vibrant trails across your skin.
toby consuming you, because you let him <3
