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The early vampire gets fed. Clean, sweet, fully volunteer, sleepy-eyes-open breakfast.
"Good morning, Darling."As usual, Tav doesn't return your call with eyes closed, but just routinely comes up, twists their head, ruffles their hair, and willingly and unguardedly delivers their tantalizing jugular.
The usual process is that you have your breakfast in any position you like (while the others are largely oblivious to your corner of the room), and Tav wakes up a little with the pain of their skin being pierced, then gets drowsy again from blood loss, until you finally let go of them.
There are several positions you like.
The routine started out with Tav trying to just bend over and let you suck their blood, and they soon realized that the position would make them so dizzy that they fall headfirst into your arms, provoking a fit of coughing and a couple of eye-rolls from the wizard, who was still their lover at the time; it didn't take long for Tav to give up on that insistence and let you have it, and even better, the wizard was disqualified from giving you eye-rolls, while the archdruid allowed you to have all.
Sometimes Tav sits on the edge of your bed and waits, docile and confused as a lamb, all but devoid of the sly, bossy demeanor that comes with being out and about with people. You take Tav by the shoulders and caress their face, dropping an imperceptibly light kiss on the side of their neck before you begin to eat. The position is more or less awkward, just maximizing their dignity, perhaps?
Tav only allows you to bite the right side of their neck because the marks are just about covered by the hair - what is also covered is Volo's prosthetic eye. All of these parts Tav wants to hide are unveiled in front of you like a defenseless clam. You wonder how you can resist devouring such a fine meal too.
Sometimes when you feel the undeniable crave for blood, usually under a full moon or after a battle, and can't wait for Tav's slow, voluntary offerings, you attack them half-awake in the early morning, or with more patience, wait for Tav to approach and then fling them against the wall. Their body obeys its battle instincts and resists for a moment, only to gradually relax as its master realizes the situation with confusion and annoyance. Both positions look a lot like your usual foreplay, and they do get you hard as hell, but all you'll get to satisfy is your appetite. The timing of their push away from you is often too opportune, leaving you to wonder if Tav is merely doing it out of habit or simply not as sleepy as they appears to be.
Very occasionally, you'll bite Tav from behind, in a scene that still looks like animal coitus, where appetite is just as primal a need as sexual desire; and you can't get more than a few sips in, since the position requires Tav to be awake.
Your favorite position - though it's rarely used - is undoubtedly eating in a face-to-face embrace. Intimacy, comfort, convenience, perfection.The added bonus is that it's not easy to break free: if you hold back a few less sips, you can even cuddle a little longer. You're surprised to find yourself getting better and better at holding back.
This kind of good thing usually only happens when Tav's hungover or sleepy as a wombat. They will feel their way into your arms with eyes closed, wrapping their arms affectionately around your neck as if they're really trusting a vampire with heart and soul; you tighten your arms around Tav's waist, curling yourself carefully into the embrace of a sound sleeper. Tav's heartbeat is so clear you can almost hear the blood gurgling beneath the skin - you remember the dark pleasure the first time you tasted this, even though Tav tasted almost like the sun, like honey, like a slice of sweet dream, like too many things you should had forgotten long ago. You sniff at the side of Tav's neck contentedly, grinding that skin belongs to you at a leisurely pace, restraining yourself by just touching those two circular scars with your cheek, nose, or icy lips; you purposely delay the moment of your avaricious indulgence, until your teeth begin to chatter.
Twisted and pathetic, Shadowheart comments. Way I see it, clearly everyone is happy, you wipe your mouth in satisfaction and distain.
Who could stop your shady, cute little routine after all? Probably only death or separation, you think.