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When Hyunjin hears the jingle of keys jamming into the lock, he lowers the volume of the TV and readies for the real show. Arms crossed over his chest, bottom lip spilling over as his eyebrows furrow slightly to make up his signature grumpy look— the one he’s perfected over the years to be the ultimate Jeongin-charmer.
Foolproof. Jeongin throws his bag onto the nearest chair and swiftly toes off his shoes, sets his course for Hyunjin's sad little face without any detours. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
“My teeth,” Is all Hyunjin says, letting his head thump against the backrest of the couch with a whiny sound.
He blinks, a quick onetwothree that is more a shameless move to lure his boyfriend closer than anything else. As if Jeongin's steps have ever faltered— at all, but especially when the goal is so clearly to get back home. To Hyunjin's eager mouth, arms, once wildly-beating heart.
“Mmh. You have those,” He cups his face, a gentle yet firmly secure grip that fits perfectly over Hyunjin's jaw and neck, makes him melt. “Me too, by the way. It's like we're meant to be.”
Hyunjin tries not to smile, but it's useless. Jeongin waits for him to lose the fight against its happy pull to dip down and steal a kiss, take the golden chance at a too-precious joyous taste. He hums, a constant mmm-ing thrum that slowly morphs into an obnoxious mwah Hyunjin meets with an open-mouthed laugh. Jeongin’s tongue chases after the sound, greedy, and drags past the edges of his teeth as it wanders in.
Hyunjin pulls back with a hiss. “Ow.”
“That hurt?” Jeongin frowns, a kick of worry tracing wrinkles on his skin. Hyunjin smooths them out with his thumb, earns himself the weight of his boyfriend's lips on his wrist. Warmth clashes against cool skin and starts a fire that'll last them the night. “How bad?”
“Average. ‘S just annoying,” Hyunjin says, bringing his pouting lips back out. “They're so ache-y.”
Jeongin ushers him forward with a few pats between his shoulders and throws his legs over the couch, climbing on from the back. “Scoot your butt. When was the last time you took a sip?”
Out and about, it's hard to tell who'll bring out the pitchforks or joke about Twilight— looks can mislead and, quite surprisingly, Team Edward shirts don’t always come hand in hand with acceptance. It's easier to keep it on the low, talk about it without letting strangers in. Safer. Are you thirsty? Jeongin will sometimes ask. I can get you a drink. Hyunjin's gums tingle the same way Pavlov's dogs used to salivate.
Following the rise and fall of Jeongin's chest, he thinks. “Like, a month. I think.”
“Seriously?” Jeongin wraps his arms around him and sighs, nosing along the curve of his neck. “God, I totally lost track of that. I'm sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Hyunjin purrs, fingers raking through Jeongin's hair to shut his guilt out. They curl around a few strands, then tug lightly, and he basks on the string of kisses that land on the shell of his ear. “I pushed it back on purpose. You've been busy.”
Jeongin clicks his tongue. “Hyunjin,” he reproaches.
“It was exam season!” Hyunjin argues, sandwiching his boyfriend’s head between his hands and giving it a good shake. “You needed your blood pumping that big brain of yours full time.”
“Seungmin restocked our fridge just last week,” Jeongin points out. He takes Hyunjin by the elbows and brings his arms back down. Just the fingers in one hand are enough to wrap around both of Hyunjin’s wrists, hold them still. If he'd fed from donations, like Jeongin’s suggesting he should've, maybe he'd have enough to muster a blush. “Enough bags for a few months.”
Hyunjin’s expression sours, and he wriggles just to feel Jeongin tighten his grip. If he can have this— why go for anything else? “No one tastes like you do.”
“I know, baby. I love when it's all me running through you, too,” Jeongin half-whispers into his ear, sweetness dripping from his voice. Hyunjin feels a pang in his gums as his teeth grow a few millimeters out, pulling a gasp from deep within. “But when I'm not available—”
“I'll wait,” Hyunjin sets his foot down. Digging into plastic, swallowing a stranger. It hurts more than edging on parched does. “I'll wait like I did this time. I can't drink if it's not you, Innie. Don't make me.”
“Alright, just… Don't let it stretch,” Jeongin sighs, giving in. He lets his mouth linger on Hyunjin’s shoulder, soothes the tension with a kiss. “Come to me earlier, ‘kay? I don't like you hurting, angel.”
Hyunjin whines. He's so wonderful, his Jeonginie, so full of love he doesn't hesitate to call his undead boyfriend holy. Hyunjin's canines prickle the inside of his mouth, fully unsheathed, and he has to open up weirdly to give them more room. Jeongin awakens a kind of hunger that rivals that of the day after he was turned: dizzying, mind numbing. Life or death. But where it used to be scary, in Jeongin's lap it sends a thrill up his spine— after so much time, to feel truly full Hyunjin needs Jeongin alone. His blood on his tongue, his seed buried deep.
Jeongin must sense how desperate he is, because he doesn't tease even though he loves to. Instead, he dips his fingers in and under his upper lip, rubbing against Hyunjin's sensitive gums, and evokes a too-gone mewl that travels straight South. Hyunjin goes limp in his embrace, jaw hanging low so Jeongin can reach every spot and massage it until tender. It’s achingly intimate, the level of trust they have in each other— to be vulnerable and know you'll come out unscathed.
Well, metaphorically speaking. Without warning, Jeongin presses the pad of his index into the sharpest point, on and on until it breaks skin. Immediately, Hyunjin's pupils enlarge, eclipsing any trace of honeyed brown, and he latches onto his leaking finger like a vice. He sucks, licks, tears another tiny wound to drink from, and Jeongin sighs like he's the one quenching a month old thirst.
Shameless devotion.
“Look at you, pretty,” Jeongin admires. He pulls his finger out and leaves a hasty streak of red on the corners of Hyunjin's mouth. It's sinful, so sinful. His stuffy jeans suddenly feel too tight. “‘M so lucky you want me.”
Hyunjin turns in a second, straddles his hips with grace despite his eager speed. “Yes, now— fuck me,” he commands, eyes crazed. His fingers tilt Jeongin's chin out of the way so he can better dive into the curve of his neck. Breathe him in. “Feed me.”
“Slow down,” Jeongin holds him still by the waist. Hyunjin grumbles, far from pleased. “Let’s get to bed. We don't want a mess here.”
“I’ll be careful,” Hyunjin argues. His teeth are still slightly stained, Jeongin’s blood quickly drying off. He runs his tongue across bone and shudders, remnants of his boyfriend's taste coursing through him like a drug, and so he reconsiders his promises: “I'll buy us a new fucking couch.”
“Our bedroom is ten steps away.”
“Ugh.”
He stands and yanks Jeongin with him, fitting his hands on the back of his thighs to hoist him up, each step performed with swift, agile moves. Hyunjin's strong, fast, a heightened human in every sense. To some— the ignorant, the outdated— a threat. To Jeongin, the biggest turn on planet Earth. He wraps around his shoulders with both hands, blinks once, and suddenly the plush of their comforter is tickling his lower back. Briefly, surroundings blur.
“Give me a minute,” Jeongin groans. “Oof. I get dizzy when you do that.”
“Mmkay,” Hyunjin kisses him, short and sweet. “I'll get the lube.”
Jeongin peels his shirt off in the meantime, naked from the waist up and fighting with the button on his jeans by the time Hyunjin returns having lost a few layers of his own. He climbs back on, knees bracketing Jeongin's hips, and chuckles when he feels deft, easily swayed fingers shoot for the exposed skin of his legs. Kneading, squeezing. Hyunjin has to step up and deal with the button himself.
“I could eat you whole,” Jeongin sighs, reverent. “One bite is all it'd take me.”
Hyunjin preens. He never thought humans could ever have a need as strong, but he's come to find out that Jeongin's hunger rivals— often equals— his own. A craving, an addiction. They handle a balanced mix of both.
“In the morning,” Hyunjin promises. He helps Jeongin out of his pants and underwear, lets his boyfriend's eager hands do the same for him. “It's my turn now.”
Jeongin closes his eyes with a content smile, and Hyunjin takes a second to drink him in. The tranquil rise and fall of his chest, his blissful lack of fight— like surrendering to Hyunjin's mercy is a dream come true. Hyunjin traces the curve of his cheeks, pokes the place where his dimples dip, and drops a kiss to the pimple threatening to show its full face on the bridge of Jeongin's nose. It scrunches cutely under his lips.
“Ugh, saw it this morning,” Jeongin grumbles, reliving the unwelcome discovery with a wince.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “It's barely there.”
“You're seeing it too.”
“That's because I stare at you obsessively,” Hyunjin argues, running the tip of his nose along Jeongin's jaw and down to his pulse point. The scent is stronger there— tempting, syrupy sweet. Enough to get his gums throbbing. “If someone else notices, I might have to pay them a friendly visit at night. Think these’ll scare them?”
He growls playfully, brandishing his canines in Jeongin's face. Something flashes in his boyfriend's eyes, but Hyunjin knows it's not fear. Far from it. A lick of lips, hands that pull him closer. He's giggling into Jeongin's mouth a second later, high on being wanted.
“They might just get horny,” Jeongin says, trying to catch him on a proper kiss. Hyunjin turns his head so it lands on his cheek, teasing, and gets a raspberry blown against his face in return.
Hyunjin clicks his tongue, pushing Jeongin away. He comes back like a persistent fly to nip at his neck, suck a mark over his Adam's apple. “I think that's just you,” Hyunjin sighs, eyelids fluttering shut. “And I think maybe we're both a bit twisted.”
“Exactly how I like it.”
“Freak,” Hyunjin says, fondly, in the same tone he usually calls Jeongin love. He grabs the bottle of lube he'd thrown on the bed and puts it in his boyfriend's open palm. “Get me ready for you.”
Jeongin snaps the cap open with his thumb, pours enough to get his fingers dripping. Hyunjin sneaks a hand between them to take Jeongin's cock in it, giving it a few tugs just to hear the way his breath hitches and watch his muscles spasm, caught off guard. Jeongin pokes his ribs in retaliation and shoots for the small of his back when he twitches forward with a laugh, keeping him in place as they kiss. Slow, deep.
Hyunjin used to worry about hurting Jeongin, when he got like this. Not on purpose— never on purpose— but on accident, too lost in the heat of the moment to spot the risk beforehand. I'm a creature, after all, he would think to himself, guided by instincts and the nature of his species: he gets dizzy, out of orbit, and eventually only seeks to feel full. He refused to feed from Jeongin at first, and when he finally gave in it was under self-imposed conditions. Battle with his sharp teeth until the very end, reel in the urge to hold Jeongin tight in fear of bruising his perfect skin.
When he found out Hyunjin was holding back, Jeongin immediately shut his arguments down. “That's silly,” he said, with stone-firm conviction. “I’m safe with you.”
The next time Hyunjin fed, nestled inside Jeongin's warmth, his boyfriend made sure to wreck the final wall. His lips were a maroon mess, contrasting against the tender touch cradling his face. Monstrous, Hyunjin had been taught. Yet Jeongin looked him in the eyes and promised, sincere, “Beautiful. You're safe with me.”
No more rushed, secret drinking. No more strangers, and therefore no more guilt— that was the key. With Jeongin he can take his time, leave shame at the door and get chummy with pleasure. He's boldly, wholly loved for who he is, no matter the what.
Most days, standing on his tippy-toes and holding Jeongin's hand, Hyunjin feels like he can touch the end of the sky. Nothing else in the world can top this.
Jeongin teases a lubed finger over his hole, savors his gasp with a too-proud smirk. “Whatcha thinking about?”
“How much of a loser you are,” Hyunjin bites. He reaches back, hand clamping down on his asscheek to spread himself apart.
Jeongin gives a few pats to the other cheek and does the same. “Teamwork, baby.”
Hyunjin’s words don't mean anything— not with that smile on his face. Clearly amused, far from embarrassed. “Listen to yourself.”
“I'm fine with being a loser,” Jeongin admits, slowly pushing in to the knuckle, peppering Hyunjin's neck with kisses before he starts to move. “As long as it gets you laughing in bed.”
Hyunjin melts. “And everywhere else.”
Jeongin’s face lights up with stupidly handsome pride, and Hyunjin slots their mouths together before he can drop another terrible line, like: don't stroke my ego, I'll come. Jeongin doesn't waste time slithering in, skillful tongue tasting and pressing where it makes him the weakest— the back of his teeth, along the length of his fangs. He lulls it out for Hyunjin to suck on as he works a second finger in and feels him moan around it, sinful.
Messy. When Hyunjin lets him go it's with a noisy pop, the string of spit joining their lips snapping as he tilts Jeongin's chin back. He takes a deep breath at the clean sight of Jeongin's neck, long and so unbelievably pretty. There are no traces left of Hyunjin’s feeding, no tell-tale two dots or hickeys, which is a bitter reminder of how long it's been since he last sank his teeth into his boyfriend. Or the sweet announcement that he's ready to be claimed again.
Jeongin rubs against the right spot, sends a shiver up his spine. “Like what you see?” He boasts, throat bobbing with every word. The stretch of a third finger sliding in stops Hyunjin from devouring him right there and then.
“Hnng. You're one to talk,” He argues, pushing back to match the movements of Jeongin's wrist. It spurs the little devil on, pace quickening with a perfect aim. “I know you, shit— you stare at it a-after.”
As he brushes his teeth, pre and post shower; when he's barely paying attention. Hyunjin has caught him pressing down on each mark more times than he can count, lips curled into a tiny, pleased smile. He's pretty sure Jeongin exclusively wears wide-neck shirts the days that follow only so he can see it better, at home and in passing glimpses of his reflection when he's out and about.
If people ask, he tells them they're mosquito bites. Hyunjin buzzes in his ear at night just to piss him off, an act of childish revenge for being downgraded to an insect.
“Guilty,” Jeongin says. He prods and prods, then keeps still, letting Hyunjin grind into the feeling all he wants. “I love being yours.”
So beautifully honest. Hyunjin wants to drain him.
“Mmh, all mine,” he whispers, running his tongue over his lips like a lion readying for the prey he's about to feast on. Hands take Jeongin's face in, drawing him back to eye level. “Forever. Right, baby?”
Jeongin nods, eager to please, to spill his lovesick guts all over Hyunjin's feet like it's the first time. “Forever,” he echoes, tilting his chin up to ask for a kiss. “I was made for you. I am for you.”
Every corner of him welcomes Hyunjin with equal parts fiery fervor and silky adoration, hands roaming along his body to try and rid it of the cold. Jeongin runs hot on a normal day, but it scales up during drinking nights, like his body knows it's about to transfer its share to Hyunjin— always icy before feeding. Cuddling after is his favorite part, because he can wrap around Jeongin without sending shivers up his spine; dote on him nightlong for bringing home such a delicious meal.
Hyunjin better shifts his weight onto his knees, waddling a bit higher up the mattress so he can reach back and take Jeongin's cock in hand. “I need you in me now,” he says.
In a second, Jeongin's helping with the lube, spilling some on the sheets in his rush to coat himself base to tip. Maybe the couch would've been the better option, after all— can't be more expensive than buying a whole new bed.
They can think about that later, once they're not so busy guiding dick into Hyunjin's ass. He finds leverage on Jeongin's chest, fingers twitching as he slowly sinks down. Jeongin's hands hold him at the waist all the while, thumbs tracing circles on his belly. Once fully seated, they let out twin sighs, melting into the sensation from every angle.
The moment he starts moving, Jeongin’s is suddenly a one-track mind. “Bite me,” he says, a small frown etched on his face. He runs his hands down Hyunjin's thighs, up and back around his waist. “Aren't you hungry?”
“Seems like you are,” Hyunjin teases, even though his teeth have been screaming at him to drink from the moment Jeongin fed him the first drop. “So needy, huh. Be patient.”
Jeongin mumbles a barely-there yeah, okay, but it's a lie, and they both know it— he's never been good at it, waiting, and especially not when it comes to being the perfect bloodbag. Hyunjin thinks he too must feed off of something when they do this, to love it so much; left both brimming on something unknown and drained half empty by the time they're done. Paradoxical, some would say. Maybe it's just what being in love is like.
Hyunjin's hips flow back and forth, ocean-like, in a row of too-grand waves awed spectators drown under when they're distracted. And Jeongin dives for it still, knowing how it's gonna end, squeezing and kneading along Hyunjin’s body to then set a hand on his lower back and another over his jaw. Like Hyunjin doesn't know him as well as he knows himself. Like Hyunjin could never tell what he's about to do.
“I said wait.”
Jeongin blinks, innocent. The sparkle in his eyes is anything but. “‘M waiting.”
“No, you're not,” Hyunjin argues, turning his head in spite of himself and burying his nose in Jeongin's wrist. When he casts a glance down, it’s to find his boyfriend's cocky mouth curved around a smirk. “Sly fox. Always luring me in.”
“How’s it my fault you can't resist me?” Jeongin says, all too proud of himself. “I'm but a plain, simple human.”
Hyunjin's never heard a bigger joke. With those eyes and that voice, he's a siren. With that body, a nymph idling naked by the river. He chuckles lowly, incredulous, and clasps a hand around Jeongin's forearm to press his pulse against his lips. Frantic, eager.
“Breathe in,” is his only warning.
His skin gives under Hyunjin's teeth, broken layers clearing the path for blood to spill out and flood his mouth. Jeongin hisses at the sting, bites hard on his bottom lip in a weak attempt to stop a pitiful cry from fully blooming. The pain usually doesn't last more than a few seconds, but Hyunjin still wants to help soothe it. He rises just a bit and harshly sinks back down, starts to bounce on Jeongin's cock so he can give him something else to think about as it dulls.
“Fuck. Angel, my angel. So good,” Jeongin babbles, eyes glassy and dazed.
Hyunjin gulps another mouthful from the red river in his veins, moaning at its taste. Sharp, coppery. Burning with life. He pulls away and catches a stubborn drop spring from the tiny wound, trailing down Jeongin's arm. Hyunjin lets it reach halfway before licking it up, following the streak it left behind until he's back to lapping at the tears of his own making. It doesn't take long for them to stop leaking, fully closed up.
Jeongin's fingers twitch, sensitive, when Hyunjin presses a kiss on each dot, but they're still strong enough to tangle in his hair and roughly pull him down. Hyunjin’s whine gets swallowed, and any other sound that could threaten to slip stays trapped in his throat as Jeongin does with his mouth as he pleases. Tongues his way in, nips and sucks on his lips until they're half numb. Desperate. Wild.
Hyunjin responds with the same ferocity but eventually has to put a stop to it, before his boyfriend gets hooked on a fang like a too-greedy fish. “Careful.”
“Blood is nasty,” Jeongin says, licking the front of his teeth with a small frown. Right— Hyunjin must've tasted heavily like it as they kissed.
“Hey!” Hyunjin slaps Jeongin's chest with an angry pout, eyes narrowed. “You're delicious to me!”
The corners of Jeongin's mouth twitch in amusement. “I can tell,” he says. He runs his hands down Hyunjin's back, curves his palms over his ass. “Should I pour you another glass?”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “I can feed myself,” he says. Nose to nose, he shakes his head to gently rub the tips together; too cute a gesture for the words that leave his mouth next. “But… I need you to fuck me full.”
Jeongin spits out a curse. His fingers dig into Hyunjin's cheeks and inside him, his dick throbs. Hyunjin welcomes the first certain thrust with a gasp, finding purchase on the pillow under Jeongin's head. The mattress squeaks with every slap of hips, that and wet skin-on-skin the only sounds bouncing on the walls. Hyunjin dips his shoulders and arches into it, breathless, left to bury his face in the curve of Jeongin's neck.
The first time he saw him, he’d been walking home after feeding from a dreary bag at Seungmin’s. They made eye contact as they breezed past each other, and Hyunjin's body deemed it crucial for his heart to startle awake right then, pump a few beats with what it had. It brought him to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, and when he turned to chase after him, he was shocked to see Jeongin was already there. Red-faced, fidgeting with his rings.
“Hey, uhm. I don't usually do this, but I was wondering if—”
Ever since his turning, Hyunjin stopped feeling like time was running out. Yet he rushed to speak back then, as if Jeongin would slip through his fingers otherwise. “Yes,” he fired, impatient. “I'd love to.”
“— you'd like to go out with me some… time,” Jeongin trailed on with a laugh. “Cool. Great. Uh, I can give you my number?”
If Hyunjin ever lost this, he's sure he would die— it would definitely feel like a stake to the heart. The years he spent without Jeongin are a blur, almost like a bad dream he vaguely remembers the plot of. Nothing of importance to look back on or miss.
Everything he needs is in this room. Everything he needs starts and ends with Jeongin’s heartbeat in his ear.
“I love you so much,” he whispers. “I was made for you, too.”
“Oh, baby,” Jeongin kisses whichever part of Hyunjin his mouth touches first, landing on his eyebrow. It makes them both smile. “I love you too.”
He tightly wraps his arms around him, and in the slight jostle his cock slips out. Hyunjin whimpers, reaching back with a shaky hand to try and push it in again, but his boyfriend seizes the chance to switch positions instead. He lays Hyunjin on his back and fits easily between his legs, where he belongs. Haloed by the light sneaking in from the living room, he looks gorgeous. Sweaty, heaving. Hyunjin runs his fingers over his clavicles, shoulder to center and then down, ghosting over his nipples.
Together, once again, they get Jeongin to ease back inside. He settles into the perfect rhythm, holding Hyunjin by the back of his knees and pressing forward until he can drop sporadic kisses to his mouth, fucking him just how he likes it. With purpose. Reverent. Jeongin's lips cut off Hyunjin's moans and interrupt every breathy chain of ah-ah-ahs, like he's set on staking his claim over them. Him. Only I can make you feel like this— me and nobody else.
Jeongin pulls out and slams back in, skin smacking loudly and stinging like a slap. Hyunjin shakes with a cry and flies his hands up to claw at Jeongin's back, heels weakly locked around him and bouncing along with the growing pace and intensity of his thrusts. Every nerve ending in Hyunjin's body ignites, alive, and grows its flame as Jeongin handles him just right, ramming against his prostate dead-on.
Hyunjin threads his fingers in Jeongin's hair, thumbs away the drops of sweat on his eyebrow. When he tugs, Jeongin's motions stutter— at this point, it must be a matter of pure instinct. He mewls high in his throat and falls to his elbows, propped by Hyunjin's head. Neck bared, eyes closed.
The sight of him like this, willing to give until there's nothing left, will always be Hyunjin’s sweetest treat.
“Mmh. Pretty baby,” he praises. He uses two of his fingers to feel Jeongin's pulse, the way it spikes under his touch. “Keep going, just like that. You felt so good.”
Jeongin hikes Hyunjin’s leg higher and grinds into him, sending shivers up his spine. “I thought…” he starts, faltering on a noisy gulp.
Hyunjin licks a stripe up his throat, lets his teeth drag against it without digging in. Jeongin's nails leave their imprint where they clamp down on Hyunjin's thigh. “Thought I'd bite?” he taunts.
His next thrust makes Hyunjin’s choke on his own spit, back arched off the mattress. It's equal parts vengeance and an attempt at pleading his case. Stop teasing, just do it. Jeongin mouths at his shoulder, sneaks a hand under him to scratch his nails down his back and squeeze his ass. I've done well, please just do it.
“You know I'm— ah, a gentleman,” Hyunjin sticks to his bit, indulging in the chance at being a little mean. It's not his fault Jeongin looks beautiful when he begs. “I have to ask first.”
Jeongin groans. “Hyunjin.”
“May I drink—?”
“Angel, come on,” Jeongin whines. He frames Hyunjin's face in his hands and presses desperate kisses to his mouth, praying directly onto it. “Please, bite me. Drink my blood. Empty me of it— it's yours.”
After so many years, it would be a lie to say Hyunjin's never entertained the idea of following through with the promise of forever. He's loved him plenty for four and he'd give anything for forty, die all over again for four-hundred. It's nerve-wracking just to think about, but he'd do it if Jeongin felt sure he wanted it for himself. Only if Jeongin can one day look him in the eyes and ask it out loud.
Hyunjin would never even dare pitch it as a suggestion, because he knows it isn't simply a matter of eternity with him— it's also eternity without everyone else. Too scary a thought. Too grand a decision. And it isn't like it would change a thing about how they feel, anyway. Hyunjin's confident he and Jeongin are meant to be in every universe, those people in between nothing but small detours from a written fate. Theirs intertwined.
Hyunjin will love him young, well aged, all wrinkly and grumpy. Maybe he'll turn him when he's thirty-five, or maybe he'll never turn him at all. Maybe he'll kiss him with tongue when he's 60 and endure stares from outsiders who can only see a hot babe and a lucky old man. Laugh about it when they're alone.
He knows that's not what Jeongin's asking, though. His boyfriend's just horny, buried to the hilt inside of him, and really into the thought of inhabiting every inch of Hyunjin’s. He can't exactly say he's any better, with his toes wiggling excitedly at the thought of going to bed stuffed like he hasn't been in a month. So he gently tilts Jeongin's head to the side, butterflies swishing around his stomach, and murmurs a soft heads-up.
Not for the first time, Hyunjin notes the meat is more tender there. Jeongin relaxes, and the give is so smooth, nothing but a second gone before he's punctured the vein. Jeongin cups a hand around his nape and holds him there as he starts fucking into him again. Slow at first, so Hyunjin can feel every inch sliding home and take his time supping him up.
After a bit, it's Jeongin's turn to warn him. “Breathe in.”
He drills his hips faster, harder, and the exertion begs his body to amp up the flow of his blood. It pumps, and pumps, and pumps, and suddenly Hyunjin's got a mouthful that, although expected, still catches him off guard. It rushes down his throat, rivulets spilling out from the corners when he can't swallow fast enough. It's like downing two bottles of wine by himself in 10 seconds.
His eyes roll back with a moan, drunk brain fogging up. Jeongin’s safety is the only thing shining through, urgency calling to push away from his neck and close the wounds. It takes longer than with his wrists, but they seal under his tongue just fine in the end.
Sated, Hyunjin kisses the same spot over and over, coating the sensitive skin in his gratitude. “Thank you, thank you,” he says, gently scratching his nails down Jeongin's nape. “Are you okay? Need to stop?”
“Don't worry,” Jeongin shakes his head, pecks his stained lips. He leans back on his heels and fixes his grip on Hyunjin's waist, his own mouth lined with red smudges. “‘M gonna make you come now.”
The prickles plaguing Hyunjin’s body migrate to his belly and crotch, swirling into a giddy hurricane. “Yeah,” he nods. “Please, want it so bad, baby—”
Jeongin sets a bruising speed, pistoning in and out at the same time his hands help slam him down on his length. His deep huffs and moans match Hyunjin's own uncontrollable slew of them, skin smacking obscenely wet and loud. The first touch of Jeongin's hand to his leaking cock makes Hyunjin cry, sheets bunched up between his fingers with white-knuckled force. Skillful twists of the wrists take him apart, an expertly tightened fist stealing the show in the upstroke.
Hyunjin doesn't know which sensation he'd rather chase, random muscles spasming in his legs and arms, lungs struggling to hold in a full breath. Jeongin leans back in and goes straight for his throat, purple marks blooming where he lingers for too long. He sucks and bites, pinching skin with his teeth hard enough to sting, and Hyunjin can feel it— Jeongin's blood learning the routes, coursing through him and painting him alive. Pinkening his fingertips, his cheeks, his chest.
When he comes, it's with tears in his eyes. He shakes, overwhelmed, through the waves of an electrifying orgasm, cum splattering in thick ropes all over his stomach. Jeongin milks him until he's sobbing, begging for a break. For more. For a kiss.
He's granted his wish and then gingerly cradled in his boyfriend's arms, chest to chest despite the sticky mess it entails. “Shh, hey. Don't cry.”
“I love you,” Hyunjin sniffs, limbs snaking around Jeongin's neck and waist, heels tucked at the base of his spine. “I want your cum in me.”
“Ever the poet,” Jeongin laughs. Hyunjin clenches around him and cuts the sound short. “A-ah, okay— don't—”
He's so pent up that it doesn't take much until he's letting go, moaning brokenly in Hyunjin's ear as he pumps his hole, fucks his heavy load deeper inside. Hyunjin whimpers throughout, oversensitive but not less eager to take what he's given because of it. He relishes in every shiver, every goosebump, even the filthy squelch that sparks where their bodies meet— belly bulging, ass rubbed raw. Finally, finally unmistakably full.
Jeongin pulls out, panting, and fixes on the trickle of cum dripping past Hyunjin's rim. He scoops it up, shoves it back in and emerges coated in even more. He drags the glistening tips of his fingers over the remnants of Hyunjin's own mess, stuck to his navel from earlier, and opens his mouth to taste each other combined.
Hyunjin gasps. “Motherfucker.”
“Vampfucker, more like,” Jeongin retorts, because being a beast in bed doesn't erase lifelong loserism.
He wipes his fingers in Hyunjin's thigh, the brat, and steps off the bed to grab the box of wipes in their nightstand. Hyunjin pushes himself up on his elbows, following him around the room.
“Did I stutter?” He scoffs. Jeongin starts cleaning him up, glancing at him with a glint in his eyes; the one reserved just for him. The love-of-my-life spark. “I'm pregnant.”
Jeongin snorts. “You will be after tonight.”
“Someone has a lot of faith in himself.”
With a kiss to the crown of his head, Jeongin leaves to start their shower. He starts cackling in there, all by himself, and yells the reason why into the room— “Let's name her Buffy if it's a girl.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Hyunjin slumps back down on the mattress and runs his hands over his face, grinning like a fool. “You’re annoying and banned from fathering my children.”
“Sure. Just get in here!”
Hyunjin dries himself up while Jeongin changes the sheets, and then they both slide under fresh covers, reaching for each other without thinking. Body warmth is usually the first thing to fade, so Hyunjin makes use of it now, dragging Jeongin to be the little spoon. He noses right where his teeth have left their mark and breathes out a happy sigh.
“Maybe I should go bloodless more often,” he jokes. Jeongin elbows him on the chest. “Ouch!”
“Don't even think about it. I'll talk to Seungmin,” he says. He grabs Hyunjin's leg and throws it over his hip, rubs shapes on his knee. “Maybe he can draw my blood every now and then and fill a few vials for you to drink from when I'm busy.”
“Oh, that's smart,” Hyunjin agrees. “No more strangers.”
“Yeah. Just me.”
“Hmmm, I love that,” Hyunjin tightens his hug, nuzzling into Jeongin’s still damp hair. “Just my wittle bwaby.”
Jeongin bursts, shoulders shaking as he giggles. “You’re embarrassing.”
“Are you not my baby? Huh?” Hyunjin asks, playful, almost climbing him up to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Jeongin buries his face in the pillow, making it harder. “Are you not?”
Jeongin really can't stop laughing. “I am! I am.”
“You should kiss me to prove it,” Hyunjin says, already puckering his lips. “That's something my baby would do.”
Jeongin does, trying to keep his mouth from quivering with another barely-contained titter. It's slightly off target, and their teeth clash, but Hyunjin wouldn't change it for the world. Test passed. Heart stolen for the nth time.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Jeongin cranes his neck and kisses him again, angle improved. “I love you too.”