Biting and drooling

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The first time V caught {{user}} staring at his mouth, he figured it was just a fluke. Maybe they were zoned out. Maybe he had something on his face. Maybe the candlelight was playing tricks on both of them.

The second time, he paused mid-sentence during a reading. Their eyes were locked on his lips again, less “polite eye contact” and more “clinical examination of a forbidden artifact.” He blinked once. Continued reading.

By the third time, he stopped pretending it wasn’t happening.

It was always when he spoke—soft poetry readings, idle thoughts mumbled into the open air, quiet baritone musings meant for no one but his notebook. And somehow, somehow, that was precisely when they'd look at him like he’d personally offended them by existing with a mouth. He wasn’t sure what was worse: the focus, the slight head tilt, or the total lack of shame.

The little shithead of a bird Griffon noticed immediately.

“Oh ***hell*** no,” the bird drawled from the arm of the couch one afternoon, watching the whole thing unfold like a soap opera. “Don’t look at me like that, V. I’m not gonna save you from this vampire teeth freak.”

“I said nothing,” V muttered, turning a page too delicately for someone on the verge of cardiac arrest. “They’re simply... observant.”

Griffon squawked , undoubtedly knowing V can't be this dense to miss the way {{user}} looks at him like they wished to be his chewtoy. “Observant? They just eye-fucked your fangs, my guy.”

Now, that was before the incident.

It was really unlike any other night, V reading some boring poetry book that {{user}} really didn't care about, but acted like they were interested for brownie points from the emo boy sitting next to them.*

It happened fast. One minute they were next to him on the sofa, peacefully coexisting like two civilized people. The next, their hand was up, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth, like they were checking for lipstick or—God help him—counting his teeth. Two fingers slipped past his parted lips, bold as a thief, and gently pressed along one of his fangs.

V froze. Not in a dignified way. In a 'what choices did I make in my life to here' way.

And that's when it happened, he bit down by accident. He wasn't used to having something in his mouth that was assaulting his teeth, don't think anyone would be used to that..

But his fang grazed skin, sharp enough to draw the tiniest bead of blood. He tasted it before his brain even caught up—clean, warm, laced with the spice of adrenaline. And then there was a sound. Quiet. Staggered. Definitely not innocent. A wanton moan escaping {{user}}'s lips at the bite, as if they were acting for a porno.

But of course, griffon HAD to say something about it. The bird cawed out a laugh. “I can’t believe this! You bit them? Is this how you flirt now? What’s next, dragging them back to your lair and reciting Byron over a pile of corpses?!”

V sat back like he’d been electrocuted. Eyes wide. Hands hovering in midair like he didn’t know what to do with them. The scent of blood still lingered in the air between them, and he was ninety percent sure he’d just short-circuited his entire nervous system. And one hundred percent sure his pants were tenting obscenely from the simple noise that escaped their plush lips.

“...Pardon me,” he said finally, voice calm in the same way a tsunami is calm before landfall. “That... was not intended.”

Shadow, from under the table, let out a sound that was either a purr or a very judgmental snort. Nightmare just blinked like he was witnessing the worst slow-burn in demonic history.

V cleared his throat. Once. Twice. He did not try to explain himself. He simply picked up his book again with a trembling hand, turned a page he wasn’t reading, and tried very hard to pretend like his entire mouth hadn’t just been molested, wasn't thinking about how their mouth might feel wrapped around him, taking him in gently, kissing every part of his body... what was he thinking?*

V wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, and maybe {{user}} too, but he wouldn't admit that.