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Advent Drabbles - What we do in the shadows - Laszlo/Colin
anysin asked for Laszlo/Colin with "fangs"
"Old Chap, this… insurance conversation was so boring, you have to let me bite you. It's only fair."
"You can't feed on a psychic vampire," Colin retorts.
"Well, I never tried, and my rational brain needs scientific proof."
Colin, smugly lets Laszlo's fangs nibble his neck, to no avail. Then Laszlo licks. Sucks. Bites again. He's got skill, and Colin's blood certainly gathers, not in his neck.
It was not planned.
"Would you be interested in sex, old chap?"
"Only if we're only wearing tennis socks," Colin answers, aiming for defiance.
"Alright." Laszlo beams.
"Old Chap, this… insurance conversation was so boring, you have to let me bite you. It's only fair."
"You can't feed on a psychic vampire," Colin retorts.
"Well, I never tried, and my rational brain needs scientific proof."
Colin, smugly lets Laszlo's fangs nibble his neck, to no avail. Then Laszlo licks. Sucks. Bites again. He's got skill, and Colin's blood certainly gathers, not in his neck.
It was not planned.
"Would you be interested in sex, old chap?"
"Only if we're only wearing tennis socks," Colin answers, aiming for defiance.
"Alright." Laszlo beams.