Kavinsky was used to bites. He was scattered with crescents these days, where Noah had decided to work out his teething urges on him. Steve was stronger but Noah had sharper teeth.

He moaned, breathlessly, in Steve's ear and then laughed at him.

It was several minutes of that. They hadn't fucked that many times, but enough. The knife was sure and steady with each pass, and he did the carving by muscle memory rather than sight with the way that Steve was hooked over him to pant against his neck.

Finally, after the last pass, he set the knife down on the table. He pressed his lips right up against Steve's ear.

"Anything else I can do for you?"