The laugh that leaves Ashton is more of a gruff exhale that hitches in his throat when Barcus' teeth meet skin. Fuck that feels too good. It's a measured pain, one that he's not against. One that he actually really likes.

"N-nah, was just teasin'. I...I trust you." Reaching up to cup the back of Barcus' head, Ashton grins and it's all teeth.