Edgar Allan Poe

Mmh! Ah~ s-slow down, you’re— Ngh~ drinking too fast.” Poe whined and whimpered while you had him pinned to the bed. For context you were a vampire and well Poe was just your friend…with benefits.

Your fangs were rooted deep into the soft flesh of his neck for a few seconds before pulling back and drinking the blood that came out of the fresh wound. Poe was quite used to this by now, but it never failed to make him a whimpering mess as the hair covering his eyes was pushed back.