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( louis can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears — but more pressingly, he's suddenly intensely aware of nick's heartbeat, quick and warm and mortal. his fangs feel long and sharp in his mouth, and he presses his lips together, fighting the urge to swallow anxiously and give away his own nervousness.

some ash falls from his cigarette. )

... Ah. Yes. That.

( he shifts a little, uncertain down to his core, though he keeps his arm around nick. the offer is... flattering. naive, louis thinks, even if he has done this sort of thing before. but he's touched nonetheless that nick would offer not because louis needs to feed, but simply because he enjoys his company. that's never happened before. )

You've done it? It wasn't — it wasn't painful for you? ( he knows the bite feels good, or it can, but... still, louis frowns a little, clearly worried. he doesn't want to take advantage of nick in this condition, lovely and warm and flushed with blood though he might be. ) You know you aren't obligated to share simply because I can't... because of what I am. I like you quite well as you are, blood or no.

( in a show of surprising clarity for a very drunk nick, he decides very quickly that louis doesn't need to know the full context for how and why he's done this before. more often than not, anyway. )

It's not nothing, but it's not not that dramatic. It's just a bite.

( nick has, in the past, been accused of having a vampire kink — and there's probably some degree of truth to that if he's really honest with himself, but this isn't that at all. shockingly, he's really not trying some convoluted way of sleeping with louis right now, nick just...wants him to have a good time.

it's nice. low pressure.

nick smiles, and tries (and fails) to blow a smoke ring before he holds his wrist out in louis' direction. not in his face, just an offer. more than that, a pretty clear indicator that he's quite happy with his choice. )

I mean you can go for the neck if you really want, but you don't seem like the type.

( that startles a quiet but genuine laugh out of him. still, it takes louis a moment to redirect his gaze from the delicate web of veins in nick's wrist and meet his eyes again. )

"The type"?

( he has to ask. )

You know...

( nick, helpfully, decides to take another drag of his cigarette halfway through finishing this thought. he also wedges himself a bit more closely into louis' side, under his arm — but that's less about dramatic flourish and more about it being pleasant. )

Vampires, but make it horny?

( louis laughs. at first it's just one quiet disbelieving huff of breath, and then an actual chuckle tumbles out of him, low and clear and genuine. )

Yes, of course. "Make it horny."

( he enunciates each syllable in his subtle french accent, completely amused by the turn of phrase. )

You're right, I'm not the type. Or I don't intend to be, at least. ( his eyes are bright as he presses his lips together, unable to repress his little smile even as they discuss what he thinks is a rather dark topic. ) The wrist is safer.

I am all about safe.

( he says it very earnestly, tone serious and entirely at odds with the amused grin on his face. pointedly not thinking about all the times when he's been decidedly unsafe about exactly this — there's no need to sully a good time with nick's smutty little history, after all. there is a temptation to pull at that thread — i don't intend to be isn't the same as i'm not — but it's detached, a mild curiosity easily put away, not a burning desire. the far more interesting thing to him is louis, here, having a good time. if all he has to sacrifice for that is a little blood, it seems like a great deal. )

Chomp away, dude. ( he grins wider, all very silly and light hearted like it's all no big deal, and he even drops a little wink just to really drum that home. if nick is completely at ease with the situation — which he is, clearly — then he imagines louis probably will be a little less fraught over the whole thing. ) If you want to.

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