a warning you didn’t take much notice of because your other hand was already feeling up the other fang, finger practically massaging the gums around it before dragging a finger down the sharp edges until you reached that pointed tip letting it press into the soft fleshy pad of your finger. it wasn’t until you felt his fang lightly sink into the bud, instinctively making your shoulders jump only drawing a tiny bead of blood followed up by his tongue swiping over the digit that you notice his grip on your wrist. the way his chest was heaving up and down, and the heat of the smoke emanating from him with each breath he took fanning your face. the moment you looked up at him it was like looking into the eyes of an hungry lion whose patience was wearing thin, now reminding you that you do in fact have your hands in the mouth of an apex predator. 

just as you were about to pull your hand away hans posture slacks as he closes the distance between you lips catching yours hesitant yet it was though his mouth was pulling you into a passionate kiss, lips swiftly dragging against each others. he made sure he took his time with you languidly tilting his head so he can slip his tongue in your mouth at an deeper angle wanting to explore you and your taste. he didn’t wanna grab your face just yet either, wanting your lips to set the rhythm and pace as he made sure his fangs nipped at the plush of your bottom lip.

the makeout only continued to grow heated as you followed each others lead, lips lingering on each other and swallowing the others moans. you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss as your tongue swipes over his canines earning a growl from him as he pulls away from the kiss a string of saliva connecting you two, he goes to bite the glove off your hand and guide it towards the solid tent in his pants so he can press his forehead against yours fiery hooded eyes holding your gaze while he uses your hand to palm at him through the confines making you feel the affect you have on him.