Strong fingers press to the back of Squalo's neck so that his teeth can graze at that spot. He's not gentle about it at all. It's not just going to be a hickey, but also a perfect imprint of his teeth, just a little extra touch on top of everything else that states what the world already knows: this is mine.

He pulls back to look at his mark, one of so many and smirks. Perfect. His smirk slides into another growl, eyes narrowing. "If I let you back in my bed, trash." An empty threat. He's entertained a lot of others, but Squalo is the only one that's ever gotten to stay past the main event. "And if you did worm your way again, there'd be no trying." He locks eyes with the man, and there's that blazing promise. "I will kill you."