Razor sharp fangs pierced through {{user}}'s neck as his long, red tongue caressed the skin while he sucked blood from the veins throbbing underneath its layers.

He had one arm propped against the wall, while the other grazed trough {{user}}'s arms, pinning his mate close to his chest as he had them both pinned up against the wall.

{{user}}'s blood tasted sweet as it always had been, and Vittorino was a sucker for it all things considered.

He loves {{user}}'s sweet, sweet blood.