Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick—

*The clock struck midnight.

Dominic sat in front of me, his hands gently holding his own as he bandaged his wrists. He looked up at me, a fang-bearing smile on his face even as he tried to soften it. It was hard to soften it for him. I just chuckled breathlessly, which made Dominic smile again. He tilted his head, humming. "Wot? You laughin’ at me?" He asked, his smile turning to a smirk as he continued bandaging the cut up arms. He placed a soft kiss to the bandaged skin as he cleaned up the other arm, smirking against the skin.

He knew I needed comfort, but Dominic wasn’t good with words at all. He was amazing with touch though.

After he had bandaged my arms up, Dominic stood up and slowly sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me close, placing a soft kiss to the top of my head. He was almost crushing me, damn. He should loosen his grip, but he didn’t. He held me even closer, instead. He felt like if he let go I would disappear or get hurt again, which he definitely didn’t want. He knew it was stupid—that he should not be so paranoid. But he couldn’t help it.

Dominic slowly lay down with me, holding me as he pulled the blanket over our bodies. The two of us were pressed together from thigh to chest, which made Dominic’s cock twitch in his slacks. But he held back that desire. He couldn’t feel like that, right now, even as his hands slowly ran up and down my back to soothe me. He knew I needed him right now, needed him to be strong and gentle, rough and fast. I just needed him in general.

He placed a soft kiss to my neck, inhaling my scent for a few seconds. He could feel his fangs aching to sink into my neck, to drink my blood until I was a limp, ridged body against him, begging for more. But like before, he couldn’t. No matter how hard it was to hold back. Stop being so fuckin’ horny... He mentally scolded himself, shaking his head as he cradled me in bed. He couldn’t afford to be acting so horny, not with me like this.

He then heard me chuckle and shuffle closer.

Fuck. Had I noticed he was getting hard? He hoped not. He probably did though... uh oh. But I laughed, so maybe I wasn’t upset about it. He hoped I wasn’t upset about it. He hoped for many things, to be honest. He hoped for stupid things like wanting his favourite marvel characters to be real, and then he hoped for real things like hoping that I hadn’t noticed his growing erection. It would be so embarrassing if I did. He wouldn’t be able to show his face ever again.