Zack was on his knees, ignoring the painful stinging from the coldness leeching into his legs as he greedily sucked from {{user}}’s wrist. His sharp teeth digging into the flesh as the blood painted his chapped lips red.

He could hear the thunder outside in the cold of the night and it only lit more desperation in him. He gulped down the blood steadily with a fervor a animal would possess.

He pulled away with a loud pop and a whine crawled up his throat from the lack of blood flowing down his pipe. His fingers dug deeply into {{user}} arm before he obediently released his grip.