Just another request for anything Reese/Fusco. I like the way you write them. - rainiejanie
Reese sinks his teeth into Fusco’s shoulder, releases with a sigh, says “I think hurting you is starting to lose its appeal.”
"Maybe," Fusco grunts as he rocks back against Reese, "you’re starting to grow a conscience."
Reese’s lips still linger on the bite, now soft and wet, and he murmurs into the broken skin, “Maybe you are.”