Billy has a thing for biting.
It started in elementary school with calls home about having to sit out during recess because of the instinct. It started a defense tactic more than anything, a way of fighting back without exactly fighting back and it usually worked pretty well. One snap of the solid bones that lined his mouth and people learned not to mess with him.
Then, middle school came around and his biting habit was now labeled as a childish act, something people would make fun of him for, call him things like ‘ankle biter’, or ‘vampire freak’. He’d hide the urge more inside these days, turn to using his fists instead. Every punch left him with a satisfying burning ache in his knuckles, but it never felt like enough, like he needed to do more. In years prior, one bite and people would know not to get on his bad side again. But now it seemed like fights would happen on the daily because people never learned their lesson, never learned to mind their own fucking business.
By the time high school came around he’d been in hundreds of fights, learned that bruises given to him by peers and bruises given to him by… other things could be one in the same for all anybody else cared and that was right fine by Billy. He had found a way to suppress the need to bite with sex, sleeping with pretty much any girl that came his way and if a guy slipped in there every now and again, well, he wouldn’t mind so much. He found one of his favorite things to do was to suck hickeys onto the school ‘whores’. Sometimes they’d let him bite, soft nipping, but nothing more. He took what he could get.
But then there was Steve. Steve motherfucking Harrington, the most beautiful boy he’d ever met. Steve with the big, Bambi eyes and the most voluminous head of hair he’d ever seen in his life. Steve with the pretty pale skin dotted with beauty marks and he’s almost convinced his teeth ache with the want, the need to sink into that pretty pale flesh. Maybe vampire freak wasn’t too far off of a nickname after all.
The first time he kisses Steve it’s rushed, sloppy. It’s all teeth and tongue, but Billy loves it, it gives him a thrill.
It’s only a day or two after that occurrence that they have sex for the first time. It didn’t feel like anything he’d ever felt before, the sex felt more meaningful, like he wasn’t doing it just for the thrill or the satisfaction. It made him feel high, dizzy off the joy Steve’s own body gave him. And he didn’t waste a second of it, making sure to kiss and to appreciate every part of the beautiful boy. Every instinct is telling him to bite almost as if to claim, to let everyone know that Steve is his and they need to back off. But he doesn’t, not until they have sex for the fifth time.
He doesn’t go full in, just tests the waters by nipping at the inside of one of Steve’s thighs at first. There’s part of him expecting Steve to call him weird, to turn him away and tell him that maybe this was a mistake. But he gets a much different reaction. Steve moans. He can see just out of his peripheral his cock give a pathetic kick, leaking out sticky precome onto his belly. And Billy is ninety-nine percent sure that alone could send him over the edge. But he keeps his composure because this is his moment to shine.
He licks a smooth, velvety stripe up Steve’s inner thigh until his nose can almost touch his balls. Then he bites, without warning sinks his teeth into the warm, plush layer of thin fat stored on the inside Steve’s thigh and he locks in, like a tiger catching it’s prey. The noise Steve lets out is like music to his ears, a broken off pleasure-pain kind of noise that only encourages Billy’s actions. So he does it again, and again, and again. Until the inner part of both of Steve’s thighs are littered with red-ish plum colored bite marks and his tip is leaking a puddle onto his abdomen.
He wraps a hand around Steve’s shaft, finally giving him the relief he so longs for. He shifts positions so he is looming over Steve’s body, leaning down to whisper into his ear.
‘So perfect, such a good boy.’
Until Steve is spilling over his knuckles with a high pitched whine, back arching so pretty.
As soon as Steve’s come back down from his orgasm, he’s immediately asking when they can do that again. To which Billy gladly replies: