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Guy wakes up in the middle of the day. Well, calling it actually waking would be generous considering that he is still pleasantly fuzzy and there is not a single conscious thought coming to the forefront of his mind.
It's all sensation and instinct as he noses along Jasper’s neck until he finds the perfect spot. He smacks his lips and feels saliva fill his mouth at the promise of the delicious red nectar that's just two little incisions away from filling his mouth.
His fangs unsheathe on their on, lengthening at the prospect of tasting Jasper's blood. Guy hasn't even opened his eyes or untangled his and his maker’s limbs; he just slightly pulls his lips back and sinks his fangs into the spot he's sniffed out. The scent there strong and potent, calling to him like a siren out at sea.
Jasper doesn't rouse as the hungry fledgling latches on, just shifts slightly under Guy like he's trying to find a more comfortable position and then falls completely still again. Guy suckles gently on the wounds, savoring thick syrupy blood like it's his favorite late-night-snack (it is).
It comes slow, a trickle at best since he hadn't had the strength in his hazy state to puncture the skin particularly deep. He digs the tip of his tongue into the small cuts to help keep them open and to coax more blood to the surface.
The gentle suckling and the pooling warmth in his belly slowly but surely woo him back to sleep. The seal of his lips breaks and he's left licking the small beads of blood off of Jasper’s skin until the cuts close on their own. When they do, he already drifts back off into a dreamless slumber with his lips still pressed to Jasper's throat.