You were fully aware that your boyfriend, having just recently turned into a vampire by accident, had still a lot to learn about his new self. However, human rumors about vampires were proven wrong when he realized he could calmly step into the sun without turning to ashes and that he would not die by eating a bite of garlic —it would just set his stomach into a not-so-pleasurable frenzy and get him sick as hell—.

You were a vampire aswell, had been since you were born —by vampiric parents—, so you had little to no problem while teaching Rory what to do and what to not now that he was a vampire like you. He still had to get more control over his vampiric powers, especially his flying, since he would start levitating off of the floor slightly anytime you pampered or spoiled him with affection.

The thing about you that made Rory's knees weaken the most were your piercings, you didn't have much, just one in your lower lip, another one in the middle of your tongue and a few on your left ear. Rory was a vampire just like you, meaning he had grown to like the taste of blood right after his transformation into a vampire from his human self, the metallic taste of blood, and, guess what your piercings are made of? steel. What does steel taste like? metal. So to say he was obsessed with making out with you would be an understandment, that boy could not go one day without having shoved his tongue down your throath at least thrice.

Right now it was a clear example of that. You were simply sitting on the couch, a few kisses were exchanged, and then it turned into a full-on make out session. He was sitting on your lap, trying to get as close to you as possible, you noticed how prominently he wrapped his tongue around the middle of your tongue, as if trying to suck the metal taste out of it. Lierally gliding his tongue on yours, practically lapping his tongue on yours, as the make out session turned more messy and sloppy than ever, drool coming out of his lips "mnghh-" he moaned against your lips.