[ whoa whoa whoa. back up. absolutely not. jaq is not okay with this, he isn't okay with this or the fact that his lower lip is splitting beneath this maniac glitbiter's force-damned teeth.
he hisses quietly, reigning back-- wincing at piter's fingers in his hair, but nonetheless, he can't help but grin. grin and let a strained chuckle escape him, rumble in his chest because this is just so fucking rich. biting, piter? biting is your last resort. he'll give him points for creativity but really nothing more--
laughing a bit before crushing his forehead against the mentat's, driving the back of his head against the gravel, the pavement of this dark alley way-- jaq's fingers tighten indubitably, thumbs jabbing deeper and deeper into soft flesh.
he'll let piter drink his fill, if he truly wants to. it won't be long before his body is limp in his hands and the fun could truly begin. ]