slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: you being a vampire and biting them for the first time

"okay, do it." he says. he sits on your bed as you straddle him. he had suggested it multiple times in the past, but each time he had backed out at the last moment.

as you lean in, you roll your eyes, but before you can reach his neck, he stops you again, his hand gently grabbing your wrist to prevent you from continuing. "wait, wait." he says, his voice a little shaky. "can we just take a minute?" he looks up at you, his gaze a mixture of desire and hesitation.

"you're always saying that, but you're the one who keeps asking for it," you reply, your voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

he chuckles in response to your remark, his nerves temporarily forgotten. "i know, i know," he says, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "but you have to remember, i'm about to be bitten by a vampire, can't blame me for being a little nervous." he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "i mean, is it going to hurt?" he adds.

you let out an exasperated sigh as you hear his question. "well, yeah, obviously. i am going to bite you, do you expect it to feel like a kiss?" you say sarcastically, your patience reaching its limits.

with a resigned sigh, he finally gives in. "fine, fine. just do it." he says as he leans his head to the side, presenting his neck to you. his heart is beating faster than ever, a visible pulse point beneath his skin.

you lean in closer, your teeth grazing his skin as you prepare to sink them in. "you don't have to do this, you know." you murmur, your voice a mix of warning and desire.

he takes a deep breath, his gaze locked on yours. "i want to. i've been thinking about this for a while, i want to know what it's like." he says, his voice steady. "just don't kill me, alright?" he adds, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

you chuckle and take one last look at his face, his expression a mix of eagerness and anticipation, before you finally sink your teeth into his skin.

he lets out a gasp, his body tensing as your fangs pierce his skin. his fingers dig into your back, not quite sure whether to push you away or pull you closer. his hands move from your back to the sheets, his grip tightening as he curses a string of expletives. "shit, oh fuck.." he mutters, his voice strained. "fuck, that fucking hurts."

the curses continue to spill from his lips as the pain courses through his body, his fingers grasping at the sheets involuntarily. "oh gods, i don't think i've ever hurt this bad in my life..." he gasps out, his body rigid.

you can see the tears glistening in his eyes as they're squeezed shut, his face contorted in agony as he tries to bear through the pain. as you suddenly pull back, he flinches, a whimpering sound escaping his lips.

he lets out a shaky breath, his breath ragged as he opens his eyes slowly, looking at you with a mixture of pain and surprise. "why'd you stop?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

you chuckle at his question, "i thought you were going to pass out." you tease, your voice light. "look at you, you're crying."

he huffs out a laugh, though it's laced with pain. "i am not crying," he mumbles, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, "and i am not going to pass out."

he lets out a choked laugh, wincing as the action jostled his injured neck. "well, if i pass out at least i'll get my beauty sleep," he jokes, his voice cracking from lingering pain.

you chuckle, the sound a mix of amusement and concern. you reach out and gently wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes with your thumbs. "such a baby," you tease, your voice soft.

his eyes are wide and pleading, like a puppy begging for attention. there's a hint of pain still lingering in them, but the puppy-dog expression is undeniable. he looks up at you with a pout, bottom lip quivering slightly as he tries to hide the lingering agony.

he lets out a soft whine, his eyes still fixed on you. there's a vulnerability in his gaze that speaks volumes about his current state. "i'm not a baby." he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "finish what you started, i can handle it."