notes: no but silas and i were talking and then he posted THIS so ofc i spiraled into the delirious headspace that is vampire au :3
content: tw blood, cw blood
thinking abt nosing ness' neck and inhaling his scent. the smell of him curling around you like vines. him gently guiding you by the back of the head to his pulse, coaxing you to take a bite. hands gentle but firm, as they can only be when he wants this more than anything.
sinking your teeth in, and he lets out a breathy moan. feeling the warmth pool into your mouth like the sweetest nectar. you want more. him staying barely steady in your arms before slowly falling limp, the weakness flooding his veins in place of blood.
you move him over to the chair and crawl into his lap, your mouth never once leaving the skin of his neck, your teeth sunken in like thorns. you bracket his thighs as his lashes flutter from the delicious pleasure, breath uneven and lips wet.
his hands dig into the folds of your dress and grip your thighs to keep you there, moving up and up until the fabric bunches around your waist. your cool skin a balm to his palms, grounding him through the stroke of heat that strikes through his body each time you take a gulp.
kaiser watches from his spot by the door, leaning with his arms crossed. he watches the way you almost whimper, forcing yourself to remove your fangs from his neck and swallow the last bit of your drink. his eyes trace the way ness' chest rises and falls underneath his shirt.
you lick your love bite shut, sealing away the last droplets of red jewels onto your tongue and into your mouth. the air empty with the breaths you would take. if you were alive. saliva pooling in your mouth, you separate and look at him, pupils blown wide and irises sparkling.
his face is flushed and his eyes heady. his dark curls are an array of a mess, your claws having scraped his scalp just shy of breaking skin and yet, you don't think he'd mind if you did.
your breath catches in your throat, stone heart shifting. ness gazes at you like you're the sun, eyes shimmering with want. wanting to fall into your light whole, no matter if his wings melt off.
he glances at your lips, shining with color, his color. he moves towards them, the ache in his mouth begging to be sated. but you're pulled away, your skirts falling back to the floor, hips pressed into kaisers. whose hands circle your waist and turn you around to face him instead.
he doesn't say anything, only moves to fix the remaining ruffled fabric of your blue dress and brushes the hair out of your face. but nothing needs to be said. as he takes your hand and guides you to the door, to your bedchambers. he spares a glance over his shoulder at the man sprawled on the chair, cheeks slowly regaining their color. a sharp thing flashes across his mouth and a twinkle in his eye catches the moonlight.
the door to the room slams shut
