[ Nape of the neck - your spine's there and he's certainly snapped necks in his life to know how vulnerable that is.

He snorts at that, and looks up from setting his boots neatly under the chair he's sitting on. ]

Stay away from the back of my neck.

[ Superficially the same reason. In reality that's a deep, nasty, scar from his recently removed interface, and therefore feels even more vulnerable to him. Worse right now - it's intimate in a way fucking isn't. ]

Biting and scratching is fine. Slap me and I'll leave. [ That's a warning, calculated to be something more than physical or show. ] Act like you want it to stop and it also stops.

[ He eyes up Felix, working out sizing and positioning and- ]

You can ride me. I'll bite and choke you. Go pick up your gun and hold onto it. It just became the safeword for breathplay.