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Shin was nestled snugly in his bed. His weighted blanket provided his chronically cold form with immense warmth. The blanket covered Shin from the soles of his feet to the center of his upper arm near his frail biceps. Shin’s breath was steady as his chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. He lay on his side, legs crossed over each other, one hand beneath the pillow and another resting atop the cotton pillow. Shin slumbered, his subconscious filled with a quiet tranquility. Unbeknownst to the slumbering Shin, the beauty of his sleep would be eliminated in reality.
The bedroom door creaked open, gradually allowing the orange-toned light from the hallway to enter the room. As the door was left ajar, a path of light was illuminated, leading to Shin’s slumbering state. Neither the sound of the creaking door nor the sounds of approaching footsteps seemed to stir the deeply slumbering Shin. As the footsteps grew closer, they became harbingers of Shin’s impending fate at the hands of the heinous Hiyori. Now looming over Shin’s vulnerable, unconscious body was Hiyori. He stood on the side of the bed where Shin’s calm, sleeping face was visible. He smiled adoringly. Oh, how giddy Shin made him feel, how smitten he was by such a cutely pathetic boy…
Hiyori’s smile softened as his hand reached down to touch Shin. His finger twirled a strand of Shin’s messy, teal hair as he giggled. Hiyori untwisted his digit from the strand of Shin’s luscious hair. Then, Hiyori’s hand reverently trailed down toward Shin’s cheek. His hand stopped atop the soft flesh, and he rubbed his thumb in a circle, caressing Shin’s sensitive skin. Shin faintly whined in his sleep, indicating a subconscious approval. Hiyori snickered, knowing he could elicit such a reaction from Shin even in his sleep. Hiyori’s hand moved downward again; it landed on Shin’s neck. At first, Hiyori’s hand rested there, basking in their shared warmth, savoring their intimate proximity. Hiyori’s hand began to wander. It lingered on Shin’s larynx for a moment, near Shin’s small Adam’s apple. He felt a surge of bliss as this moment allowed him to experience Shin’s breathing firsthand. Hiyori gasped as he felt an erection form beneath his trousers. His hand began to frantically caress Shin’s neck. It travelled hastily from the bottom of Shin’s jaw to Shin’s exposed clavicle.
The pliant nature of Shin’s tender flesh evoked a hunger within Hiyori. This hunger was not carnal, not purely carnal. No, this hunger was an appetite to consume, devour, and voraciously claim. Hiyori’s stomach yearned to growl. This famished feeling enveloped his entire being, and his growing urge to swallow Shin whole was becoming irresistible. This insatiable desire grew more unbearable by the second. And so, Hiyori succumbed to his base instincts, ignoring all reasoning that attempted to inhibit his impulses. Hiyori pounced forward onto the bed. His mouth opened, baring his ivory white teeth. His mouth dove down toward Shin’s clavicle, drawn to Shin’s form like a moth to a blazing flame. When the enamel of Hiyori’s canines met the pliant flesh of Shin’s collarbone, Hiyori instinctively sank his teeth down. Slowly, his sharp canines pierced Shin’s flesh. Shin gasped in his sleep, reacting to the pain, yet he did not stir. Hiyori’s bottom row of teeth and the remainder of the top row followed suit—Hiyori’s potent bite now completely punctured Shin’s epidermis. Minimal blood gushed out from the deep bite marks. Hiyori eagerly suckled the metallically flavored liquid from the small wounds.
This act, akin to vampirism, was insufficient. Hiyori needed more to feel sated…his hunger was yet to be quenched. Hiyori retracted his bite from Shin’s clavicle. Drooling and panting as he admired the prominent bruised mark he left. Hiyori succumbed to another impulse. However, this impulse was far more sordid. Hiyori placed his hands on either side of Shin’s head, and with near Herculean force due to his adrenaline rush, he twisted Shin’s skull from his neck. There was a crack that rang throughout the room. Soon, Shin’s silent slumber transformed into a snore, a death rattle. Hiyori laughed manically, and he grinned widely. Oh, Shin was going to belong to him solely when he was done.
Hiyori continued to twist Shin’s head around and around until his newfound strength finally detached Shin’s head from his body completely. Shin’s decapitated neck was now only dripping with fresh blood, staining the bed sheets and the pillowcase. Hiyori held Shin’s head in his hands, gazing at it with loving eyes. Hiyori barred his teeth again, and he attacked the deceased head of Shin. His teeth ripped off layers of flesh. One by one, epidermis, dermis, hypodermis, and fat were stripped from Shin’s face. Hiyori chewed the tender, raw, delicious meat like a cow ruminating on grass and a proud apex predator devouring its best catch of the day. Hiyori swallowed every last flavorful piece of Shin, forever bonding them.
Shin’s head was now muscle only. Hiyori’s curious hand explored the muscular planes of Shin’s flayed face, shuddering with keenness. Hiyori’s erection began to throb painfully. Now that his bodily hunger seemed adequately satisfied, Hiyori needed to sate the needs of his erogenous zone. Hiyori dropped Shin’s head onto the bed. He fumbled with his fly and hastily yanked down his waistbands. Once his erection sprang free, he shoved his erection into the flayed, lifeless head of Shin. With animalistic vigor, Hiyori groaned as he wildly thrust his member in and out of Shin’s unwilling cadaver. At last, Hiyori ejaculated. He collapsed onto the bed, landing on his dorsal side. He panted, catching his breath. Then, Hiyori smiled as he felt his penis soften. He stared upward at the ceiling, and he felt utter contentment after loving Shin with his entire soul.