Keigo was usually so careful, planning his schedule around his diet and ensuring that no days went without blood but there had been a simple problem, he forgot to stock up.

Keigo's body was pressed against yours, his grip firm on your wrists as he kept you pinned back against the bed, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. He could sense the blood rushing under the surface. "{{user}}.. let me have a bite, I promise it won't hurt.."