Sometimes, jokes can go a little far.
It started with an innocuous comment that you’d never seen Vepser Noir blush. He raised his eyebrows for a moment, before shrugging and saying that it isn’t something that he does. You latched onto that immediately, leaning closer and listing off events that would make the scholar blush in theory. He discards every single one of them, and just when you feel indignant irritation blossom in your stomach, you pose a question that makes Vesper’s violet eyes shoot open.
“Why don’t you just drink my blood, then?”
He’s told you in the past that consensual feeding is quite intimate in nature. You’re not even sure why you suggested it, and just when you’re about to walk it back, he looks away from you and gives you the littlest nod. Your heart rate increases as he stands up and walks towards you, gently easing you up off of the bed so that you’re standing toe to toe.
“…you asked for this.” Vesper lets out a stuttering sigh before dipping down and sinking his teeth into your neck.
It hurts for just a moment, but that piercing pain is overcome by a wave of pleasure extending from where he’s sucking. You can feel your blood being forced from your skin, but it doesn’t make you feel weird – it only feels good, and you quickly feel your knees weaken as you need to hug Vesper for support. To your surprise, he hugs you right back, and you can feel him breathing heavily against your neck as he feeds from you. Soon enough, your head is swimming, and little gasps and moans escape your throat as the vampire continues his meal.
When he pulls away from you, the only thought in your head is that you want for him to go longer, to take more of your blood…but then you see his face.
His glasses are slightly askew, thin trails of blood go down his chin from the corners of his lips…and there’s a light dusting of pink that goes all the way to his ears.
“…I-I told you…” You murmur in a state of bliss, giving Vesper a dopey grin.
“Shut up, Anon.”