if asked, prior to all this, to conjure up a mental image of ‘vampiric lover,’ you probably would have gone with something quite classic. someone suave, aloof, devastatingly sensual. probably tall. aristocratic, in the traditional sense. a touch punk, in the nineties-to-aughts sense.
probably less humping. definitely less of that - sort of wet gurgling.
“you’re a bit pathetic like this, you know that?”
they grind down hard on the laces of your nice leather boot and tip their head back, eyes drifting halfway closed.
it makes you flush a little warm and fond - you know what a bared throat means for them.
“what would your sire think, if she saw you like this? you think she’d be proud of her spawn?”
they screw their eyes shut tight, brow furrowed, and let out a tight, wordless whine. it sounds like a human voice run through a broken industrial shredder, groaning steel and tearing meat.
“yeah? fine hunter you’ve turned out to be.”
they lean in closer, willowing over your lap and groping up your thigh, bending prostrate over your--
“hey, none of that.” you take a fistful of hair and pull them back, mindful to keep that tangled snarl of teeth away from your clothes. or your femoral artery, for that matter. “behave yourself or you won’t get a drop, got it?”
gathering the audacity from somewhere to actually bat their lashes at you, they open the hinge of their anglerfish maw and make truly a horrendous creaking sound. it’s kind of cute.
okay, it’s really cute.
“i take it back, actually, the rolling over and begging strategy seems to be working for you just fine.”
as you reach your hand toward their mouth, you watch the dark of their eyes swallow up the last thin sliver of remaining color. they lean in tight against you, pressed close and panting, and shake as you trace the back of one knuckle up the long curve of an outer tooth.
“well? have you earned it?”
they know better than to nod with your hand so close to their mouth. so they tremble and rock into your boot and sneak a long, thin tongue out between their teeth and wait for you to decide for yourself.
you suppose they have. besides, this is your favorite part.