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Terry could feel four things.
The first was his back and his body against the floor. It was the soft carpet of his room, the kind that was plush and nice to walk on, but touching it with your bare skin created some kind of itchy, inescapable hell on your skin. Thankfully, that sensation was not one of the four.
The second was his clothes, which hadn't yet been swapped out for any kind of pajamas as Nick was visiting. Nick, his boyfriend (though that title was still new and unfamiliar and still felt awkward on his tongue), had wanted to hang out for a bit, but that time had stretched longer than expected.
The third thing that Terry felt was Nick's weight in his lap, with the vampire's legs on either side of his, hands awkwardly settled on either side of his head. Maybe it was some attempt at being romantic or attractive or whatever else people did, but Nick unfortunately wasn't quite the most romantic boy alive, let alone the most confident in himself and his charisma, and was deeply awkward about the whole situation.
However, the fourth thing he felt was the soft kisses down his neck, the fangs of a vampire barely grazing his skin. Terry tilted his head to let Nick continue kissing down his neck. Terry exhaled shakily, left deeply flustered. He wasn't used to this at all, and neither was Nick, if the shaky, unsure way he kissed meant anything. They'd kissed a few times, and Nick had bitten Terry twice, but this was new. Was this something to do with Nick being hungry? Terry had said a few times that if Nick needed blood, he could just ask. Regardless, Terry was enjoying it.
Feeling a surge of confidence, Terry held Nick's face and pulled him in, slowly kissing him. Terry had had four kisses in his life: once with a girl back home, twice with Nick before today, and now the fourth one. Probably just messing around, Nick nipped at Terry's lip.
"Ow! Easy with the fangs."
"Sorry," Nick said sheepishly.