Just a little slightly-angsty drabbly thing inspired by Starrrz. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The boy moaned helplessly as Bertrand nibbled at his neck, hands reaching round to clutch at the tutor's back. Bertrand kept his eyes firmly closed as he kissed his way back up to the boy's lips before beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Ryan had stopped asking why Bertrand never looked at him at times like this – he assumed it was something to do with his age, the way he was brought up. He didn't know – couldn't know – the real reason, because Bertrand needed this, needed the release that came from tangling his hands into dark hair and pressing his lips to cold skin. Bertrand needed someone to get on their knees and beg for his attention, to let him use them any way he saw fit. He needed dark hair and pale skin.
If he couldn't have the boy he wanted, Ingrid's half-fang cast-off would have to suffice… for now.