Hiiii! So, I just read your newest vampire snippet where the human cuts their hand and I need more! So I have a bit of a spicy suggestion! Vampire is taking blood from human’s neck and then just starts kissing their neck and then human tenses up so vampire stops and is like “is this okay pet.” And human just MELTS! And the spice progresses and everything! Anyway you obviously don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! I love your writing have a great day!
Based on this but you don't actually have to have read the first bit.
The human was sure that the first kiss was a mistake. A brush of soft lips as the vampire re-positioned sharper fangs. At the second kiss, they were less sure.
They were sitting on the vampire's lap, as was often the case when their employer was feeding on them. It had been a little awkward the first time, but apparently it worked best that way. Less strain on the circulatory system, more control of blood flow, easy access and the vampire could apparently better tell when the human's body was getting chilled enough that they needed to stop. The vampire's arm was a comfortable cage around them.
At the third kiss, nuzzled with a gentle nip just beneath the human's jaw, the human tensed.
"Is this okay, pet?" the vampire asked immediately.
"You're kissing me."
The vampire pulled back, free hand grasping the human's chin and guiding their eyes to meet. Their eyes narrowed a fraction.
The human huffed, even as their stomach fluttered. "You didn't take too much, don't worry."
"Then why are you stating the obvious like you have brain damage."
"It's an expression of surprise."
"Hm."
"Don't you, um." The human didn't know how to delicately point out the string of devastatingly pretty lovers that were in and out of the vampire's home. "You're kissing me."
"If there's a question there, pet, use your words."
The human felt their face flush and the vampire smirked. It struck, then, that was perhaps the exact reaction the vampire had hoped to achieve.
"It's okay," the human said. "You're fine. Thanks for, er, checking."
The villain studied them for a moment longer.
Foolishly, with the distant sense that they would blame the blood less for their own recklessness, they leaned in and pressed a quick chaste kiss to the vampire's mouth.
The vampire blinked. The human had a moment to regret everything before the vampire simply ducked their head back to the human's neck.
That time, though, there was no mistaking what the vampire was doing. The kisses trailed up along the side of the human's neck that the vampire had fed from - a deft flick of the tongue encouraging the pinprick puncture wounds to close.
The human had never felt so aware of their own body. Of the pooling heat of desire at dizzying odds with the lingering cold of being fed upon. The vampire was as warm to the touch as they ever got, deceptively human.
It was easy to let their head tip, offering more of their throat, to the vampire's mouth. To simply follow the vampire's guiding grip.
They didn't remember the vampire twisting them so that the human's back hit the massive daybed, but then the vampire was bent over them. Brushing the hair back from the human's face. Studying them again, like merely looking at the human could be as much of a feast as drinking them from.
The human felt halfway to undone. Floaty and wanting. A puddle of need on the cushions, which was just ludicrous for mere kisses.
"I suppose this is a bad time to negotiate some terms in your contract," the vampire said. "I should have done it before I drank."
The floaty haze threatened to rupture in an instant. The human sat up so fast that the world tipped and the corners of their vision fuzzed.
"Wait .You're firing me?"
The vampire frowned. Their hands had snapped out, catching hold and steadying. One finger moved to the human's pulse.
"I'm not dying," the human said, feeling flushed all over again. "I'm just dumb."
Something flickered in the vampire's eyes.
"No, pet," the vampire simply said. They dragged the pad of their thumb carefully along the human's lower lip. "I'm not firing you. I just don't expect you to be kissed without compensation."
"Oh. So this is - this is a work thing?"
"You have a 24/7 contract," the vampire said.
It was true. They were a live-in blood bag. It wasn't that they couldn't leave and go do other things or see friends while balancing their responsibilities, but in exchange for the free accommodation and myriad expenses they were on call. As far as any time they spent in a room with the vampire went, they were always working.
So why did that reply somehow disappoint them?
Why did it ache like fangs plunged into their throat, before the heady intoxication of vampire venom kicked in?
They'd been joking about being dumb, but maybe it was true.
The vampire, for all of their general amorality, was a generous employer so long as that generosity was embedded in contract.
"Right," the human said, hastily. They flashed a smile. "Yeah. I mean. I'm always down for taking more of your money! No offense. Not that you're a terrible kisser. Not that you care if I think you're a terrible kisser."
The vampire was staring at them, eyes dark and expression unreadable.
The human bit their lip. Cleared their throat. "So is this like, um, a permanent amendment to my contract that you want to discuss or more of a bonus, by the vibes of dinner sort of situation?"
"Today will be a bonus because I didn't discuss it beforehand."
"Right. Cool. Just kissing?"
They felt like the least cool person ever. They didn't know how people usually talked about it without completely killing the mood. They bet the vampire's other lovers - assuming any of them came with a price tag, the human didn't ask - were much more slick in their negotiations.
The vampire caught their chin, angling their head up. They leaned in and claimed the human's lips with the sort of kiss so scorching it was surely branded upon a time stream somewhere. Marked out by history as one hell of a kiss.
"Kissing," the human murmured. "No just about it?"
The fact that the vampire smiled was somehow even more of a shock than the fact that the vampire had kissed them. The vampire chased pleasure nearly as much as their own thirst - kissing fit the brief. Smiling, on the other hand, seemed a very much out of thing place for ancient evil given gorgeous flesh.
"How about I promise to only put my mouth on you today?"
The human made a frankly embarrassing sound in their throat.
The vampire's eyes glittered wicked. "Is that okay, pet."
It was not a question. The vampire damn well knew all the ways it was very much okay, albeit probably a terrible idea. Fireworks fizzed in the human's head.
"Yeah," the human said. Then, with a boldness that surprised them. "I want an extra tenner every time you put your hands on me because you can't resist me."
"Is that so."
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
"That's okay," the vampire said. They made a show of putting their hands behind their back. "So, we are in accord?"
"We have a deal, yeah."
"Good." The vampire's gaze flicked over them. Then, they caught the human by the ankle and yanked them flat on their back again, falling on them like an oil painted rendition of sin incarnate. "Next time." They nipped the human's ear. "Make it a hundred."
The vampire's hand retreated and, despite themselves, the human giggled.
It was work, and a bad idea, but...
Well.
The vampire was very good with their mouth.












