#anyway the act of letting a vamp eat away at you bc you think it’ll make them human again

[crybaby-bkg]

he’s pale, is the first thing you notice about Choso. his skin, alabaster and soft, is cold with the barely there flick of his fingers. he thumbs at your cheek first, pressing the pad into your flesh until his print will forever be marred into your skin.

his eyes are dark, almost plum in color. they’re hooded, low, but they take in everything around him. his gaze is predator sharp, zeroing in on the beating thumps in your neck, that one vein that forks down your jugular. his eyes catch sight of the little hiccuped breath you take, how your own roll into your head when he noses along your temples.

his mouth is ice cold where it hovers over you, tense and teasing, not yet, not quite, biting. his fangs are long, thin, needle like points that scrape the top layer of your flesh. you hiss when a tiny droplet of blood escapes the confines of your skin, sigh when he kisses it away.

he pulls back with a pale mouth, dotted in your crimson. it’s not enough to messy him the same way it would when he drank from you, but the sight makes you lightheaded nonetheless. he licks his lips once, twice, eyes fluttering at the taste of you on his tongue.

and he sinks his teeth in, the act erotic, all encompassing, unnerving, and yet fulfilling. it stings, but he holds you so close, that you think that maybe, you’ll be able to transfer your warmth back to him. that maybe if he drinks enough of you, you’ll be able to feel his heart beat once more. that maybe if devours you, it’ll be the ultimate act of love; to let him eat away at your being until he becomes full, again.