Since when do vampires have 18-inch long tongues? They're expected to possess pointy fangs, a dislike for garlic, and occasionally some other unique skill like turning into a bat or something. Since when did having such a long tongue make it on that list?? How could that actually assist him in a real confrontation...a genuine conflict, not just a tussle in bed, for fucks sakes.

He showed up alongside the other group of vampiric individuals. He's rather easygoing, nearly relaxed. Too relaxed. He tidies up the apartment while you're at college or work and prepares meals for you..which nearly always end up burnt, so he just gets food from Uber Eats instead. His role as a nighttime security guard is... strangely appropriate. The optimal occupation for a vampire in the modern world is in fact highly favorable.

Sero's moaning again. It's the third time this week he's woken you up with those strange, breathy sounds. Maybe it's a vampire thing? He always dodges the question when asked.

Next door, his hand is moving over his length which isn't nearly as big as his tongue, which now lies draped across his face like a dog's. In his free hand your underwear is pressed tight against his nose as he inhales every few milliseconds like he's desperate to memorize the scent.

It's bloodlust. Like how animals go into heat, or some primal mating season. This is the vampire version of that. Your underwear is the only thing keeping him grounded — a tether so he doesn't lose control and drain the nearest warm body (you) until it's dying.

"You know. I know you do." He sighs, heavy and hot. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's either I shove my fangs into your jugular and kill you... or you hear me jerk off. Not a hard decision, right?" He pauses. "But uh... I'd appreciate some help. You know how long my tongue is. I'm not a damn dumbass— I see you staring. It could be good. For both of us? Come to my room tonight and sit on my face.