“Different people react differently,” Peter said.“Some get horny, some just drowsy.Tiredness and exhaustion always follow, and judging by your size, you’ll pass out no more than ten minutes after I’m done.”
Puck’s expression soured.“You do get that this isn’t my first time getting bitten by a fu—by a vampire, right?”
Peter frowned.“I gathered as much, but this is the first time I get to bite you.There is a proper way to do things.When one meets another, they say a greeting, when someone commences another year of life, one wishes them a happy birthday.And when one has consented to a vampire drinking from them, the vampire should explain how the bite will go.”
Puck huffed.“Right.”His eyes widened when he remembered this was work and Peter was a customer.“Sorry.”
“It’s no worry, Puck.If you’ll allow me…”
Peter shifted to get closer, facing Puck and placing his knees on either side of where the young man was sitting.Slowly, he draped his arms around Puck’s shoulders, taking care to keep the touch light.
Puck sucked in a lungful of air and froze, so Peter slowed as well.
“Relax.If I bite you while you are this tense, your neck will bruise, and it’ll hurt for days after.Would you prefer to lie back?”
“No!No.”Puck shook his head so fast it might have given him vertigo.
Instead of simply going on, Peter pulled back and returned to sitting next to Puck on the bed.
“Straddle me then.It’ll be the most comfortable for you, and you’ll get to be on top.”
Puck gaped but quickly picked his jaw back up.Then he shrugged.“You’re so fucking weird.”
The fluttery feeling in Peter’s belly that settled there as Puck did what Peter had suggested was discomfiting.Is it because he smells nice?It must be.He smells very nice.Mostly soap.It’s good that he uses soap.Everyone should use a lot more soap.Everyone should have eyes this green and lips this red.Did he rouge them?He did nothing to his lashes, I’m quite sure, he was just born with those looks.Photoshop can’t make lashes look like this.Hmm.I think it’s good I never went to study psychoanalysis with Sigmund.If I’d gone into psychiatry, thinking about Puck and Photoshop would be thoroughly unprofessional.
As Peter thanked the gods for making the law seem more appealing, Puck put his arms around Peter’s neck, though he was careful not to lean into Peter, not to let himself be held.
Such a shame.
As it was, Puck would still end up with bruises.The tension hadn’t left him.I’ll be gentle with you.Whatever you’ve been made to feel by one of my kind, this won’t be the same.
“Ready?”
Puck nodded.“Sure.Go ahead.”
Peter left one hand resting on the bed, steadied Puck’s head with the other, and leaned in, inhaling more of Puck’s scent as he brushed Puck’s neck with his lips.
Puck went tense and still the very moment Peter parted his lips.Rather than sink his teeth into Puck’s flesh, Peter whispered, “Try to relax.Breathe.Just focus on your breath.”
That sounded far too much like the weirdly creepy yoga instructor Peter had briefly crossed paths with at the resort in Morrowvale, and Peter felt immediately silly.
But after a moment, Puck did start taking measured breaths in and out.Peter kept his lips slightly parted against Puck’s skin, and once most of the tension had eased out of Puck, Peter allowed himself to lick the human’s skin.
Puck tasted sweet, almost powdery, the salty taste of skin very faint.It was really quite lovely, and Peter imagined what those jade green eyes would look like if they drifted shut in pleasure.There’s that fluttery feeling again.Well, fucked be Celeste and all her scheming.
“Shh, I’ve got you.”
With that, Peter sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of Puck’s throat.His hold on Puck tightened to make sure he didn’t move and accidentally hurt himself.
The blood was sweet, slightly powdery in taste, much like his scent, but in a good way.That told Peter that Puck was healthy, ate well, and drank plenty of water every day.
I’m glad you take care of yourself, sweet Puck.I should take care of you.No.Can I?I probably cannot.Celeste knew that, and yet we’re here.
After a short while, Puck sagged against Peter, and Peter pulled his teeth out of the human’s neck, still keeping his lips around the puncture wounds like a seal.He was a clean drinker, and so he laved the bite marks with his tongue to close them up.
Puck did not seem to mind that part, but he did start grinding against Peter, clearly marking him out as one of the horny kind of blood donors.Those were a true bother when one just wanted a quick sip, given they could get quite clingy.Then again, they always pass out so fast.Sensitive.The horny, clingy ones are also always the sensitive ones.
After the blood, Peter felt sated and less like he wanted to scowl at anyone who crossed his path.That didn’t make him hangry at all.It simply made him a vampire, and as he sat there, working his tongue over the marks in Puck’s skin as he held him lightly but firmly, he considered where all that fear in Puck had come from.He considered murder.
