"My beautiful, sweet siren," Kieran whispered as he lightly cupped Jack's face between his hands and gently kissed him. "Tá mo chroí istigh ionat."

Jack giggled nervously and shied away. He pulled up short and grabbed at Kieran's hands to keep them in place. "No, I like that. Really. Um… Consider me foreplayed." He bared his neck. "Ignore me. Just… go for it."

Kieran raised a brow as he smiled. His eyes slowly trailed down to Jack's neck.

Maybe Jack wasn't as ready as he thought. "Can I see your teeth first?"

Kieran licked lips before baring his teeth. With a slow exhale, a pair of small slits in the gumline above his central and lateral incisors opened, and fangs descended. They were long, slim, and translucent.

Jack swallowed, catching a flash of Farragut giving him a toothy and bloody grin. Kieran's grimace gave off nothing but insecurity and regret. It was a nice change in pace, but it was still a freaky sight. He should say something nice to brighten the mood, but how would he go about complimenting teeth without it coming off like Little Red Riding Hood?

"That looks so weird." It wasn't the worst thing he could have said, and the look of regret was fading. He clutched at his neck as his skin itched in anticipation, the bow scratching against his palm. "What's that feel like, anyway?" he asked, pointing at his own mouth and motioning up and down.

The fangs withdrew, and Kieran ran his tongue over his teeth. "Like…fangs? I don't remember what it was like to not have them."

"Are they straws?" Jack asked, trying to wrap his head around the concept.

"Partially hollow, yes. A...fun drinking game is to see what we can get through them." Kieran smiled and shrugged at Jack's incredulous stare. "Carbonated drinks are interesting, to say the least."

A bizarre drinking game that Jack had the potential of witnessing. He knew enough vampires that were friendly enough. And if Augie wanted out of his self-dug grave anytime soon, he'd probably be game. Thomas, being something of a kindred spirit, struck him as the type to jump at free booze. Would Benoit be interested?

He shook the fantasy from his head and rubbed at his elbow in distraction. The bow was still on his neck and poking into his jaw. "Okay. Um, thanks. I'm ready now."

He blushed as his words echoed in his ears. Was this how he acted when he was a virgin? He was right, it was intimacy on a whole other level. Even if he wasn't inexperienced when it came to vampires, he still felt like it was his first time. His first time willingly and aware of his surroundings. He didn't want to analyze the thought too closely. He'd rather liken the experience to a stray animal meeting kindness for the first time. His chest loosened at the thought. And just like with a stray, Kieran beside him, smiling patiently with his hand held out, waiting for Jack to make the first move.

Jack took a slow, deep breath and placed his hand in Kieran's.

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"How would you like to do this?" Kieran asked as he pulled Jack closer. "Facing me? Against the wall? On my lap?"

"Like reverse cowgirl or something? Sorry. Uh, normal?"

"Perhaps propped against the corner of the couch. I will be somewhat sprawled across you, but I don't wish to remind you too much of the first time I attempted a taste."

Jack paused as he scooted into the corner and gave Kieran a half-hearted glare. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, fuck you. No, we're still doing this. Couch sounds fine," he said, waving away Kieran's guilt and uncertainty.

"Would you feel more comfortable with a trial run?" Kieran offered.

"I don't understand," Jack eventually admitted after running a few scenarios through his head. "How can you trial run chomping on my neck?"

"To give you an idea of how long it will be," Kieran replied. "I'll even give you a little nip without fangs, so you know how it might feel."

Jack nodded along. It seemed like a good idea. He didn't think Kieran would use it as an excuse to get two bites in, but it was Christmas, so he wouldn't get too mad if it happened. "Sounds weird, but okay."

"It won't hurt," Kieran promised, stroking Jack's cheek.

"Yeah. Okay." Jack sat still, his back and shoulders stiff as he waited for Kieran to close the distance between them.

Kieran pulled the bow off and lovingly kissed the side of Jack's neck several times before adding his tongue to the mix.

Before long, Jack could no longer feel the kisses. It was disconcerting and disappointing. He could feel Kieran's hair brushing against his cheek, but no sensation came from the side of his neck. He would have thought there would at least be a little bit of pressure or something.

"This feels weird," he said, receiving a soft and amused huff in return. "Should I shut up?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Kieran whispered in reply.

"Okay."

Much quicker than Farragut had ever been, Kieran pulled away with soft kisses trailing across the numb spot and over Jack's jaw. "How do you feel?"

"That was quick." Jack glanced at the microwave's clock. It hadn't even been five minutes.

Kieran cupped Jack's cheek and kissed the side of his mouth. "Any longer on your neck, and you would pass out, my sweet. To keep you from struggling. I'd rather you be awake when I declare my love for you."

Jack could feel his cheeks heating, and a small part of him hoped there would be enough blood loss to prevent future blushing. But with how careful Kieran was being, he'd have more than enough blood to blush for the rest of the night. "Uh… Farragut never really went for my neck."

"An overfeeder tends to avoid the area."

"He had a stopwatch. One time, a kitchen timer." It was ridiculous, now that he thought of it. "Sorry. I'm just ruining the mood. Um…" He tugged on Kieran's collar, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He leaned back against the corner of the couch and gave Kieran a solid nod.

He slowly breathed in as Kieran trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, fighting against the urge to flinch away. The alarm bells were back in full force, telling him to run. That no one else deserved to have a taste of him. He let his breath out in a slow exhale, forcing himself to relax and ignore the thoughts. He was allowed to give any piece of himself to whomever he damn well pleased. Be it his time, energy, or blood.

He licked at his lips as he tried to focus his attention on his neck. He couldn't feel anything where Kieran had licked him. There was no wetness and barely any pressure. But there was something there. Inside. Something that probably shouldn't be. There was no sucking, so he could only assume that Kieran simply relied on his nervous heart rate to do all the work.

"Uh, Merry Christmas?" he said. He reached up and lightly stroked at Kieran's hair.

Kieran hummed in agreement.

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