How convenient; he likes those things too.

Yes. Good. Excellent.

She's perfect.

He sprawls on the bed, afterward, and gathers her into his arms for snuggles and petting and long lazy kisses.

These are excellent things and she relaxes snugglesomely in his arms and kisses him languidly. 

Mmmmmmmm.

"You're very sweet," he says, stroking her hair.

"Thank you."

Kiss.

"Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?"

She kisses him and considers this.

"Being afraid of what you might do sounds like a lot less fun than enjoying what you are doing."

"Hmm."

He pets her hair, and then kisses the side of her neck and bites hard enough to draw blood.

She jerks and makes a noise. 

Oh? What manner of noise, exactly?

It's kind of ambiguous between pain and pleasure. The look on her face, however, is not.

Well then.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" he wonders, running his fingers through her hair.

"I don't know."

"Seems like the sort of thing you might have an idea about." Pet pet.

"--I liked it when you bit me, but I don't like--stubbing toes or getting hair caught in things--and. If the rumors about you are even a little true I imagine I've never hurt as much as you'd be liable to hurt me."

"You probably haven't," he agrees.

She notes that he is not hurting her right this minute and goes back to snuggling him.

He kisses her some more, and pets her hair and strokes her cheek and hums thoughtfully.

"I think I'd like to find out how you like to be hurt," he says.

"Okay."

Kiss.

"Suggestions?"

Headshake.

"I like--that you're so strong, that you can do whatever you want and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Mm. It's true, I can."

He kisses her again, then trails his mouth down the side of her neck, over the bite and down to her shoulder. When he kisses her there, his teeth and tongue are hot enough to leave blisters.

She screams.

He bites down gently on the burn, then stops and waits to see what she thinks.