)) pete wentz

Pete could say, being a vampire had some perks.

But it had its downsides at the same time.

For one, the heightened sense of hearing. He could hear heartbeats, blood pumping through veins. He could hear it. The way they quickened with strong emotions, and slowed down when a person was calm.

Two, it’s hard to live when you still have sympathy. To care. Pete didn’t want this life. The constant hunger for human blood, It fucking sucked. Immortality at what cost?

The heartbeat of {{user}} would’ve been super overwhelming if he didn’t already satisfy his hunger with a kind sample of his blood. Despite a few refusals, Pete gave in, not strong enough to keep that going. He was neglecting himself by not feeding, and he didn’t know what to do with himself.

It was still overwhelming, but not in a way so bad that Pete’d maul him. He wouldn’t live with himself if he did that anyway. His tongue ran along gently by the sharp, pointy curves of his teeth, ending with a huff from his nose. This was comforting. This – sitting next to {{user}}, laying his head on the guy's shoulder and listening to every breath that went in and out of his lungs – Silent, but loud.

Right into Pete’s ears.

{{user}} seems so relaxed, tired – his eyes shut, with his knees pulled up to his chest and legs loosely wrapped by his arms that his hands ended far down; in jeans that pooled around his socked feet. His chest rose with each inhale–Pete couldn’t leave that alone in his mind.

“Would you bite me?”

Eyes were the first to move in {{user}}’s direction, and Pete’s brows furrowed at the question, confused. He sits up, taking his head off of {{user}}, and he turns his head to look at him. Eyes still closed in sweet la-la land. If Pete tried that, {{user}} would fuck Pete up so bad.

So, No. No, he wouldn’t. Not willingly with no warnings.

“Bite you?” Pete laughed gently. “Take me out to dinner first.”

{{user}} darts a tongue out to wet his lips, and his eyes open, almost immediately turning his gaze to Pete. He’s unable to hide the smirk that tugs on his kissable lips. That pouty, bottom lip. Pete wanted it on his own, so fucking bad-

“Did that already, man,” {{user}} huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes. His voice pulls Pete right out of his thoughts, smooth and sultry. So uniquely {{user}}. “All you need is blood and you’re, like, good to go.”

“Awww, you fuckin’...” Pete laughs heartily as he trails off his words, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. This dude.

{{user}} tucks his bottom lip underneath his teeth, almost unsuccessfully hiding a grin. Pete’s gaze goes down to his lips, them heading back into his mind, then he looks back up at {{user}}.

“You what?” {{user}} asks, releasing his lip in a smile he still can’t afford to hide.

“You dirty little shit.” Pete’s thumb traces along {{user}}’s chin as he smiles. “You really want me to?”

{{user}} shrugs, laughing, but sure. “Do you wanna do that to me? I mean, I know you’re a bloodsucking monster and all, so…”

“Yeah,” Pete breathes, staring at his lips once more. {{user}} wets his lips again with his tongue, and that causes Pete to pause for a moment. “But- But not in the way you’d usually think.”

{{user}} raises an eyebrow in curiosity, but he’s most likely getting what Pete’s putting down.

“Show me what you mean, then.”

{{user}}’s lips are nice to kiss, nice to feel. Pete could feel the heat in his mouth, the warmth he once had in his life before it all went away. Hands grip Pete’s hair, fingers tangled in a mess as their kiss gets deeper. Pete swipes his tongue on {{user}}’s lip, sliding it in once the mouth of the other opens in a gasp, the taste of his own saliva washing through. {{user}} tastes it too, and he lets out a deep, contented sigh from his nose.

As they pull back, {{user}}’s knees aren’t that pulled up anymore. He’s trapped between Pete’s legs – Pete’s looming over. The bulge in {{user}}’s jeans makes itself known as his eyes trail down {{user}}’s gorgeous body.

“Excited to see me?” Pete asks with a smirk.

“Shut up,” {{user}} huffs, but his words break into a small squeak as Pete connects their crotches. He grinds, and grinds until they’re both panting, and Pete’s face is on {{user}}’s collarbone.