"Come on, Dave-" Dylan protested weakly. He couldn't help the shiver that ran through his body at his boyfriend's words, and soon he was instinctively arching his back into Dave and cocking his neck to one side to allow him more access to his neck - and the touch to his jeans didn't help his case at all. He felt weak-kneed, he liked this side of Dave, even though they'd done it a couple of times, Dylan was still uncomfortable with the idea of topping Dave, but when his boyfriend was like this- forceful, strong, seductive -he couldn't help but want him bad. His hands slid down the front of Dave's chest and he grasped the zipper of his jacket lightly. "Just five bites-" He murmured, his breath warm at the side of Dave's mouth, "Or- or we can't-"