Summer gave him her throat, head tilted far to the side, but when he started trying to bare her shoulder, she sniggered. “There’s a zipper, idiot,” she said, and dragged his free hand up to it. “It took me entirely too long to find this bodysuit, and get /in/ this bodysuit, for you to tear — hnngh — it.” The whole side-by-side only being kissed thing was not going to last much longer, if she had anything to say about it.
Which — she abruptly didn’t, because he found that one place just behind her ear, and all coherent thought went out the window.
Vex nearly growled at her mention of the zipper, but he was quick to undo it enough that the fabric covering her shoulders and collarbone was out of the way. “No more bloody suits; they get in my fucking way,” he muttered, voice bordering on commanding when he said it. He continued to tease her, kissing and licking and biting at her skin; the biting part was never gentle, no matter how many times it came up, and he ‘may’ have managed to draw blood another time, to which he was quite pleased. Meanwhile, his pale hands roamed her body, skimming over her sides, her chest, her belly.
She choked on a laugh. “Not doing the obedient thing,” she hissed, peeling one arm out of the top. “Also, Halloween. Shut up. And don’t stop, for fucks’ sake! don’t stop.” Every second or third time his mouth hit her skin she shuddered, want burning deeper, and squirmed. It didn’t take long for her to be nearly flat on her back, helpless under his hands.