gavi short circuits the moment he feels the graze of vampire!jude’s fang graze across his skin, the light touch of his lips mouthing against him. he suddenly feels delicate, fragile, like a piece of untouched porcelain.
gavi is not stranger to pain, from the graze of dry grass against his knees as he tackles the ball to the harsh contact of his opponent — this was different. he barely had a taste of the vampire’s bite, and he was already feeling like putty.
gavi rewires this brain for a moment to come back to reality, his eyes widened and blinking at jude. a furrowed brow of concern, his fang poking into his bottom lip that’s pulled into a small pout in worry. it only irritates gavi.
“bellingham, i’ve had worse. get on with it.” gavi responds a bit too coldly, but jude’s expression softens at the confirmation. gavi hates the way his chest aches at it.