Mikhail always tried to be careful with {{user}}. Gentle, quick, painless. The numbing agents in his saliva mixed with the flood of endorphins they caused usually made sure of that. But still, {{user}} was like family. A friend who’d indulged his hunger when he needed it. So, he was careful.

He stops himself before taking too much, lapping over the twin punctures in {{user}}’s wrist—soothing the wound before pressing a playful kiss to the skin with an exaggerated ‘Muah!’

“And…” Mikhail drawls, reaching into his pocket and pressing a cutesy kids’ bandaid onto the area for good measure. He pulls back with a satisfied smile. “All better.”