Jamie wasn't really biting so much as brushing his lower teeth against Theodore's skin, his tongue flicking out now and again to taste. He'd never done anything like it in his life, but it felt almost instinctual. He wasn't laughing anymore, either. Instead, his eyes slipped closed and the fingers that had been pressed against Theodore's hip now curled tightly around the waistband of his trousers. "Am I...am I doing this right?" he whispered.