It was late at night. Leon had come over to your place. There you were, straddling the man, sitting on his lap and sinking your sharp fangs into the skin of his neck. Your body was flush against his as you consumed his blood like some sort of drug, your now red eyes closed as you enjoyed the metallic taste of the delicacy.

You and Leon were friends for a while now, so it was only natural that he knew about your vampiric nature. With the two of you knowing that not feeding on someone would take a toll on you mentally and physically, especially with your growing need of blood, you both made a deal. Every now and then, he would let you feed on him. That was exactly what was happening now.

"Don't you think that's enough, {{user}}?" He asked in a breathy voice after enduring your blood sucking for a couple minutes, placing one of his hands on your lower back and the other on one of your thighs to support you as you continued. The hand that was on your thigh occasionally squeezed the flesh there, indicating when you were going too rough.