Tina, 26, They/them

Then came a wet heat. It was slight at first, the feeling of a warm rag against his skin. It pressed against his sweat-slicked neck, earning a shiver in response. Fern groaned. The heat pulled away with a purring chuckle from the vampire. Fern felt cool air lick at his skin in the lull of contact, a deep part of him longing for it again.

The heat returned with a new intensity this time, drowning his mind in sensation. Before it had been a brush, a caress, but now it was a suck. Deep and powerful and starving, drawing his skin beyond lips and teeth and tongue all too eager to take him then and there. Fern’s limbs squirmed again, a hitching gasp the only sound he could manage. Amidst the heat, there was a pause, and a very definite prick against his skin. Hardly painful, but definitely noticeable. A new warmth seeped down the side of his neck, and Fern caught the scent of copper.

Fern shuddered again, his entire body fighting itself to move. After a moment, he felt words leave his lips before he could register them-

“Bean pole!”

All at once, the sensations ceased. Vincent’s eyes came back into focus, fuzzier than they had been before. Gone was the vampire lord. Here was his adorably concerned partner.

“You okay?” Vincent asked, and the pressure holding Fern up to his eye level relented. Vincent lowered to a crouch over the human, still shaking from the intensity of their latest scene.

Fern, still catching his breath, nodded, sinking into Vincent’s arms. He could feel Vincent’s arms wrap around his back, head turning against his neck.

“Fern, talk to me-“

“I’m fine, big man,” Fern sighed, burying his head into Vincent’s neck. His cologne bathed Fern with a rounding familiarity. “You didn’t bite too hard, just…I think I need…a sec…”

Fern could feel Vincent shoulders sink with a heavy sigh. For a moment, they remained there, holding each other. Then fern pulled away. He was greeted with a face nearly as big as his torso closely leaning over him. Vincent’s eyes trailed to the nape of Fern’s neck.

“Fern, I-“ Vincent fussed softly, “you’re bleeding!”

Fern was whisked off the ground before he could breathe another word, left to cling to Vincent’s neck while he was carried away from the ruined dining room behind them. Fern closed his eyes, melting into the pampering that was sure to come. He could hear the heavy oak of the bathroom door open, and inhaled sharply as he was settled onto the marble counter. Vincent’s eyes fell to his again, concerned, only to realized it had been a gasp of cold, not pain.

“You’re so cute when you’re worried about me~,” Fern jeered, lifting his dangling legs while Vincent busied himself scouring through the cabinets for something. He crossed them under himself, leaning back on splayed hands. “Did you want to keep going? I can keep playing helpless, if you wanna~.”

Vincent turned his head to give Fern a bemused smirk. He shook his head, “No, I think I had my fun for tonight…maybe later we can try that one again,” he chuckled. His eyes trailed back to the medical supplies. Fern felt a warmth stir in his gut, watching Vincent be so diligent towards his wellbeing. Gods, he’s sweet… His eyes trailed to a mirror to the side. Fern frowned as he looked himself over.

He’d looked better. There was a small stream of blood going down the right side of his cheek-absolutely lathered with a thick layer of drool. His skin prickled at the sight. That had been so exciting. The rush of heat, of fear, of sensations…but Vincent was right to be concerned, fern looked exhausted.

“Ah,” the voice pulled fern from his musing. Vincent stepped to him, gauze in-hand.

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