"Fuck," Amadeus muttered—no, moaned—again. He really wished though that Ariel would stop asking him things in between though bites. Especially when he was intrigued with where Ariel was going with this. Had he really just suggested seeing if he could come by bite alone?
"Are you suggesting giving me a bite job," he finally managed to gasp out. It was the only thing he could think to call it right now and right now thinking was no small feat. "Might depend on how far and how low you plan on going with this." Because they both knew that certain areas on Amadeus was more sensitive and reactive than others but were also more dangerous. His stomach. The insides of his thighs. Both were as bad of hot spots for him as his neck and throat were.