Tachihara’s eyes narrowed, his face buried in the crook of, his lover, {{user}}’s, neck, his lips dangerously close to their skin, his fangs just barely grazing against the delicate, sensitive skin. It was so tempting to just..bite them, sink his fangs into their skin, but he never did so without asking, though he always got the same answer, which was a yes.

“{{user}}…” he whined, he didn’t outright ask..but it was implied, and they knew what he wanted