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Callum moaned, nearly screaming as Drilla bit down on his thigh. He wiggles fruitlessly, arms bound behind his back so he can't grab at Drilla's hair to pull him off. Instead, he's left to squirm as the other man pushes his thighs apart.
"Bad boy." Drilla pulls his thighs apart further, nails digging into Callum's fleshy thighs as he does. The younger man whines, trying to pull his legs back together before Drilla pushes them apart more forcefully.
Sharp teeth bite into the fat and muscle of the sensitive inside of Callum's thigh, bringing blood up to the surface. Drilla sucked on the skin hard, Callum screaming in pain as he tried to get away fruitlessly.
"I hope you're ready for more you little bitch. You're gonna be screaming all night." Drilla was grinning, a hungry look in his eyes before he opened his mouth, clamping down again into soft skin.