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Taehyun lays on the satin sheets, his skin burning and legs closed tightly so he can hide his erection. As much as he knows it’s impossible to hide, he doesn’t want to give Yeonjun and Soobin the taste of knowing the power they have over his body. It's already humiliating enough ending in the vampires' room when he only came to the Choi manor to talk about some serious business that had nothing to do with the position he finds himself in.
He just stays in the same place, watching the closed door of the vampires' room. Soobin vaguely said they never bring anyone to this room, that this is a special place — he said it with a giggle that made Taehyun want to squish his cheeks. He’s not sure what that means, but he supposes they have another room for this type of activity. He’s restless, waiting for something he’s not even sure when it’s going to happen. For all he knows, they could leave him like this the whole night and then laugh at his desperate demeanor.
When the door finally opens, Taehyun breathes in relief, never been more happy to see the two vampires. The first thing he notices is how their eyes are crimson now, the mahogany that made them pass as humans long gone; lips slightly reddish, smudges of what Taehyun knows is blood on the corner of their mouths. It's a frightening sight to see, something about the way their crimson eyes stare at him like he’s nothing but their prey makes him almost keen. He knows he’s not here to be their dinner anymore, they already had dinner by the looks of it. So what Taehyun is doing waiting for minutes in this luxurious room it’s a mystery to him.
"Look darling, he waited patiently," Yeonjun coos, walking in slow steps to the bed, stopping with a hand in the silk canopy, long and pointy fingernails lightly scratching the material. "You know, I didn't take you for the type to be this obedient," he tsks, eyes set on Taehyun's whole body on display for them.
Taehyun squirms, legs pressing hard. "I'm not."
Yeonjun raises a brow. "So why haven't you moved an inch since Soobin left you here?"
He doesn’t have a retort on the tip of his tongue now, too busy focusing on Yeonjun’s hungry gaze to focus on something to say. Taehyun squirms again, hands splayed on his thighs digging a little on the fabric of his pants, trying to calm his breath — he knows it’s in vain, both vampires can clearly see the way he’s a little more affected by their gazes than necessary. Soobin moves, walking to the bed at a more exciting pace compared to Yeonjun’s. He doesn’t roam around, sitting close to Taehyun’s stretched legs, one hand stopping on his shin.
“Yeonjun, stop teasing him,” Soobin says, stroking his shin slowly. “Can’t you see how riled up he is already.”
“You’re so boring, Soobs,” Yeonjun huffs, opening the canopy and sitting on the mattress with grace, a god appearing in front of his mortal eyes. “You never want to play with food.”
“But Lord Taehyun isn’t food, Yeonjun,” Soobin explains, hand roaming upwards, close to his knee.
Taehyun frowns, confused by the statement. He was pretty sure that both Lords made him come to this room with the prospect of drinking his blood, of letting him know what it feels like to be bitten by vampires, to taste the unconditional pleasure that Kai felt when Beomgyu bit him last night. The fact that Soobin’s so decisive with his words leave a bunch of question marks inside Taehyun’s brain. What is he really doing here if it’s not to give his blood to these two bewitching vampires?
“Soob, you made him confused,” Yeonjun coos, playing his one of the rings in his fingers. “You really thought we were going to feed from you like barbarians?”
Taehyun swallows, looking away, embarrassment painting his cheeks pink. “I—”
“You really thought that,” Yeonjun interrupts, smiling openly, his fangs shining under the gloom.
“Lord Taehyun, were you expecting us to bite you?” Soobin asks, staring amazedly at Taehyun. The human makes the mistake of looking into his crimson eyes, swimming in bloody waters that brings out the truth inside him. Soobin looks angelic tempting, a creature made to be the torment in Taehyun’s life.
“Yes,” he breathes, body shivering when Soobin’s sizable hand stops in his thighs, the vampire’s body bending to get closer. “I thought you were gonna show me how it feels.”
“Not only does he obey, but he also asks for things,” Yeonjun sneers, but Taehyun is too focused on Soobin to pay attention to the other vampire. “A very stark difference from the Lord Kang I know.”
“Lord Taehyun—”
“Stop calling me that,” Taehyun says in a breathless whisper, Soobin’s hand roaming too close to the place he’s embarrassingly aching to be touched. “I’m no different from you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Soobin says. “You’re better than me, way better than me.”
Soobin moves again, hand now hovering over Taehyun’s belly, fingers walking through his body like spider legs. It’s electrifying, the type of sensation that makes Taehyun’s stomach feel full of butterflies and his skin tingle — a sensation that only appears when he’s being touched by someone he’s been desiring for so long. If Soobin wants him, Taehyun wants the vampire to the same extent. It’s mutual desire, burning and freezing altogether. Soobin’s hand keeps strolling through his body, never touching for more than a few seconds; hand that becomes hands, touches that become too little for Taehyun’s taste. The hands stop in the human shoulders, pulling his coat away from his body, pushing the fabric away until Taehyun is only in his blouse.
“By now you know that we won’t actually feed from you, right?” Yeonjun says, the one that works as the spokesperson for the night. His voice is mellow in Taehyun’s ears, overwhelming the human along with Soobin incessant touches. “But you don’t need to fret. We’ll bite you as much as you want.”
“We just fed before so we don’t lose control, Lord Taehyun,” Soobin sighs, hands on the buttons of his blouse, silently asking to open it. Taehyun nods, intently watching Soobin’s big hands carefully unbutton the garment. Only two buttons, enough for his shirt to move more freely, the cold in the room making chills run through his exposed skin.
“Soobinnie, why don’t you go first?” Yeonjun suggests, eyes set on the way Soobin is trembling at the prospect of finally having the human all by himself. “I know you’re dying to have him.”
The affirmation makes something burn inside him, the acknowledge that Soobin truly wants him so much to the point of Yeonjun being able to know it makes Taehyun want to explode. He breathes heavily, oxygen coming short on the room when Soobin sits on his lap, hands around his face and eyes shining in hope. Taehyun stares at him, he wants to know everything that is going on inside the vampire’s head, wants to know how deep is his desire to crave his fangs on his neck and drink his blood like the finest wine.
“Lord Taehyun, would you let me?” Soobin asks.
“Only if you stop calling me Lord.”
Soobin bites his bottom lip. “Does Sir sound better to you?”
Taehyun swallows hard, trying to calm his head and dick. It’s not the way you’re thinking, he explains to both of them, it’s not supposed to sound the way he’s thinking.
“I think he likes it way more, Soobinnie,” Yeonjun hums. Taehyun almost forgot he was there, silently watching everything like a hawk, waiting for the moment to attack.
“Well, if that’s what he likes,” Soobin smiles, pleased by the reaction he got from the human. “ Sir, would you let me?”
Taehyun is too speechless to actually form words in his dry mouth, a shake of his head being the only answer Soobin needs to move his hands out of his face and dive into his neck. The vampire kisses and licks the skin, tongue lavishing Taehyun’s unmarred neck, a place that no one has the privilege to touch except when he wants — and how he wants Soobin to keep doing what he’s doing. Soobin brushes his pointy fangs on the skin, the ghost of the touch but it’s enough to leave Taehyun sighing and squirming under his strong hold.
“It will hurt at first,” Yeonjun says, making eye contact with Taehyun. “But it’s gonna be the best thing of your human life next.”
He waits for what feels like the longest minutes of his life. The eye contact with Yeonjun, Soobin’s tongue and mouth on his neck, everything makes his head spin. It’s too much and too little at the same time, he doesn’t know if he wants everything to stop or to keep going. He almost forgets what is bound to happen, only remembering when he feels the sharp fangs piercing his sensitive skin.
It’s excruciating pain, the type that Taehyun doesn’t remember ever feeling in his whole life. His body burns like he’s been soaked in gasoline and dropped inside a fire, his eyes closing shut with strength enough to make his head hurt. Soobin’s weight above is crushing him, breaking his bones and breaking his veins, his insides bleeding for what feels like an eternity. And then, there’s no more pain. Actually, there’s nothing, Taehyun almost doesn’t feel his body, too light that he could be floating without realizing.
His mind is fuzzy, filled with cotton to the brim, but he can still make up what’s making him feel like this. The venom, the one Yeonjun told him before the Lords brought him to this room. As much as he hates to admit, Yeonjun was right about this. Every single aspect of having the venom slowly spreading through his veins is sweet, leaving an addictiveness behind at each lapping of Soobin’s tongue on the blood gushing from the incisions. Yeonjun was especially right about the hot sensation that is burning inside of Taehyun — what was painful before, now is burning in the form of arousal. The blood that Soobin isn’t lapping on is probably running south, his semi now coming to life in a more aching sensation.
“Sir, you taste so good,” Soobin says in a muffled moan, hips moving to accommodate himself in a better position. It seems that drinking like this not only arouses Taehyun, but Soobin too. “Yeonjun, you really have to taste him.”
“It’s not my place to take,” Yeonjun says in a chivalry that doesn’t match the situation they’re in.
Between his droopy eyes and his aroused filled mind, he takes a look at Yeonjun. He’s looking, the same sitting position from before, mouth slightly open as if he’s drooling to have a taste too. Taehyun wonders what will happen to his body if he’s bitten again, if more venom starts spreading through his already infected system. Maybe it’s his curiosity acting on its own — or his desire to have Yeonjun close and feeding from him, showering his blood with compliments like Soobin is doing — when he raises his arm in Yeonjun’s direction in a silent invitation.
“Have a taste,” Taehyun says, his voice sounding too far in his ears. Is he underwater? Is he in outer space? He feels like he’s in another place, a place that only has him, Soobin, Yeonjun and all the sensations in his body. “Don’t make me say again.”
“Bold of you to give me orders,” Yeonjun grins scoffly, moving until Taehyun’s hanging arm is at his reach.
He holds the arm with kindness, the freezing touch in his scorching skin making him groan, eyes closing in the beginnings of pleasure. He leaves kisses on the inside of his arm, moving slowly to his wrist, craving his fangs in the place without the calm and carefulness that Soobin had. Yeonjun is an aggressive eater, the type to only care about him — an egotistic, it suits him well, Taehyun thinks before the venom starts hitting him once more. Yeonjun groans into his skin, submerged in the pleasure that the blood in his palate brings. It’s a sight to behold, the all-teasing Yeonjun turning into a mess just from sinking his fangs in flesh.
He’s too out for a few minutes, head dizzy and body still floating, he’s laying in a soft cloud that’s taking him somewhere pleasurable. He only opens his eyes when he feels his body getting used to the venom, enough for him to have a little consciousness to realize that none of the vampires are feasting on him like they were doing. The sighs in front of him leaves his mouth even drier, his eyes blinking to make sure that he’s not delirious to the point of seeing things.
Yeonjun and Soobin are kissing, nothing out of ordinary coming from a kiss — that is, if you consider normal two Lords that are nightly creatures and deemed as brothers from everyone outside their manor. The thing is, this is not a normal kiss. This is a desire indulced kiss, the type that is aggressive, too much tongue and teeth clashing, too much power being delivered to one of them. It’s arousing, a sight that makes Taehyun’s dick twitch inside the confines of his trousers, he almost moans in the spot. It’s even more arousing when he realizes the red liquid flowing between their open mouths.
Blood. His blood. Soobin and Yeonjun are kissing with their mouths and tongues full of Taehyun’s red blood, moaning and whimpering into each other over their tastes mixed with Taehyun’s. If he thought it was too much before, he’s sure that right now he’s on the way to explode. By the end of their kiss, Taehyun will be nothing but fragments of what once was a human that decided to venture into uncharted territory.
“We have an audience, darling,” Yeonjun says into Soobin’s mouth, licking the corner of the other vampire’s mouth, gathering blood and saliva into his own tongue. “Why don’t you show him how good you’re feeling.”
Soobin obeys on the spot, leaving Yeonjun’s lips to focus back on Taehyun. Something that Taehyun learns is that Soobin isn’t talkative in moments like this, like he needs Yeonjun to tell him what to say, what to do. He goes commando after Yeonjun’s words, his hips shifting again until his crotch is aligned to Taehyun’s clothed thigh, rutting slowly, head thrown back while he loses himself in the small pleasure that comes from the friction. Soobin keens and whimpers, wet sounds that go straight to Taehyun’s dick as encouragement for him to get harder.
“A thing that I forgot to say,” Yeonjun starts, moving until he’s next to Taehyun’s rigid body. His fingers trace the incisions on the human’s wrist, going upwards until it stops on his open shirt. He snickers when he sees the cross necklace laying still on Taehyun’s chest. “You’re not the only one who gets pleasure from this.”
“So you’re double using me?” Taehyun mocks, head slowly gathering back his sanity.
“You can say that,” Yeonjun muses, pushing the cross from Taehyun’s neck with strength, holding the silver piece between his fingers. “But is it really using if you’re gonna get something too?”
“And what do I get?” Taehyun says, challenging.
Yeonjun smiles, bloody hands staining the silver cross. Tainting a sacred thing — an allegory to what is bound to happen tonight. “Wait and see.”
“More,” Soobin whimpers above him. “I want more.”
“Are you always needy like this?” Taehyun asks, watching the way Soobin keeps rutting against his clothed thigh, small whimpers coming from his blood-stained lips. He’s already so gone just from kissing Yeonjun, he wonders how he’d look if things escalated from more than kisses — something he's eager to see happen, something he's been wishing since the two vampires got on the bed with him.
“Yep,” Yeonjun answers on his behalf, cat-like eyes watching Soobin like he’s a private show. “Aren’t you always like this, baby?”
“Yes,” Soobin nods, slow movements never ceasing, eyes fluttering shut everytime a jolt of pleasure goes through his body. Taehyun’s not sure how much longer he can hold out from pouncing on Soobin’s fuckable figure.
“Go on, darling. Tell him what you want,” Yeonjun says in an authoritative voice, the same tone he used during tea to make Soobin tell all the things he did yesterday while thinking of Taehyun. His fingers draw circle patterns on Soobin covered arms, crawling calmly to the ribbon on his chest, provokingly stopping above one of the ends. “I already told you, Taehyun can’t do anything if you don’t talk."
Soobin whines, a sweet, loud sound that rings in Taehyun’s eardrums. He looks just in time to see Yeonjun’s fingers pinching Soobin’s nipple underneath the silk blouse. From the way he squirms and unabashedly moans, Taehyun pictures that he’s sensitive, especially when Yeonjun applies more pressure on his pinch. Yeonjun smiles smugly, eyes as always focused on Taehyun’s face, capturing every reaction coming from the human. He can’t wait to see how Taehyun will act once Soobin finally succumbs.
“Tell him how you like it rough,” Yeonjun continues, pinching the small bud harder. Taehyun only realizes now that Soobin’s blouse is slightly transparent, the material so thin that he can see the already puffed and pinkish nipples. Yeonjun’s hand snakes lower, stopping in front of Soobin’s crotch, pressing hard enough to make the other vampire almost scream. Taehyun watches everything with his mouth ajar, never in his life he thought he’d be in a situation like this. A wet dream coming true. “Tell him how much you want him to touch you.”
“Yeonjun,” Soobin gasps, hips bucking in Yeonjun’s open palm.
“No, baby,” Yeonjun shakes his head in disappointment. “You have to call his name,” he whispers, looking at Taehyun with eyes full of desire, shining under the yellowish glow from the candle lights around them. Taehyun feels light-headed, all his blood rushing between his legs, directly on the place that Yeonjun could touch if he moved his hand a little bit to the side. Yeonjun stands closer to Soobin’s ears, his robe falling from his shoulders on one side, looking exactly like the image of a demon. “ Taehyun. That’s the name you should be calling.”
If he thought his dick was hard before, it's nothing compared to how he's feeling now. Ache is what he feels the most, bordering on painful everytime he hears Soobin's noises or Yeonjun’s commands, and he’s not any close of having the relief he’s in need. He tries to move his hips, to buck into the cold touch of Yeonjun’s hands on Soobin’s crotch, the distance never comes to an end. Taehyun isn’t the type to whine or beg for something, but he’s sincerely considering doing it, doing anything to be touched.
“Call him,” Yeonjun orders, biting hard on the vampire's ear. Soobin whimpers wetly, tears finally running through his cheeks, mixing with the blood and leaving frightening paths on his beautiful face. Taehyun groans, a sound deep that catches both their attention. Yeonjun has a bloody smile on his lips, Soobin has his mouth slightly ajar in pleasure and Taehyun bites his own to not let any sound come out. “Aren’t you seeing, baby? He’s waiting for you to say what you want.”
“T-Taehyun,” Soobin stutters, eyes open with unshed tears, shining like a thousand stars. His face is pure bliss, marred with a little hint of desperation. He looks dashing, something out of Taehyun’s most obscure fantasies — scratch that, Taehyun’s mind could never muster such a divine image, something so pure and obscene at the same time. “ Taehyun, ” he moans this time, head bending backwards while a shudder goes through his whole body, small mewls leaving his pretty lips while his movements come to a halt.
It takes a few minutes for Taehyun’s fogged mind to understand what just happened. Soobin’s body leans closer to Yeonjun, eyes closed and chest heaving up, so lost inside his own pleasure that nothing around matters. Yeonjun’s hand is slowly retreating from his bulge, a dark spot staining his once flawless gray pants. Taehyun doesn't need to ask to know what happened, he’s so stunned that he can help but mumbling breathless, “Did he just come?”
Yeonjun giggles, a sound childish and out of place. “Soobinnie is too sensitive, he always comes very fast,” he says, dried blood-stained fingers carding through Soobin’s hair, the man almost purring at the stroke. Yeonjun kisses his temple while murmuring soft praises, so different from how he was talking before, so intimate that makes Taehyun look away. “But the good news is, Soobin is a vampire. Which means he's gonna be up and ready in just a few minutes."
“Oh, that’s… good,” Taehyun says, his voice sounding weird in his ears. It’s broken and raspy, throat scratching while letting those words come out. He’s not even sure why his body is reacting like that when he’s done nothing but watch Soobin come apart in the most pathetic way. He heaves a sigh, unsure of what he’s supposed to do. Is this the end? It's there still something for him to do? Should he stand up and leave?
“You’re thinking too loud,” Yeonjun comments, eyes acting like beacons in the slight darkness of the bed, the canopy creating a barrier between them and the rest of the world. Taehyun feels uneasiness creeping through his veins — not the bad kind, the kind that makes him jittery with what’s coming next.
“You talk as if you can listen to my thoughts,” Taehyun retorts, huffing a laugh that gets lost in the middle.
“Of course I can’t,” he rolls his eyes, hand never leaving Soobin’s hair. “But I can see in your face how much you're swirling in second thoughts.”
“What do you want, Yeonjun?” Taehyun asks, staring straight at him.
“Me?” Yeonjun muses, plump lips turning into a pout that soon merges into his characteristic smug smile. “Nothing you won’t give me eventually.”
“How are you so sure I’ll give you something?” Taehyun challenges, eyebrow raised while waiting for Yeonjun’s smug facet to break. “I could leave this room right now and never come back inside this manor for all we both know.”
Yeonjun’s smile falters. “You wouldn’t.”
“And I ask you again,” Taehyun picks his body up from the mattress, breathing in Yeonjun’s personal space, too close for comfort, close enough he can see how the mole under his eye is bigger than he thought it was. Yeonjun stays impassive, eyes never leaving Taehyun’s, accepting the challenge like he knew the vampire would. When Taehyun talks again, it’s a whisper that almost brushes Yeonjun’s lips, “How are you so sure I won’t do it?”
“Because,” Yeonjun visibly gulps, leaning forward to cease any space that was between them. His hand that was in Soobin’s hair goes straight to Taehyun’s face, fingers tracing the neck where Soobin had made a mess before, going to his jaw where he holds tightly, cold rings burning in the feverish skin. Taehyun feels like the chilling winter breeze is slapping him in the face when Yeonjun’s lips brush against him — he almost moans at the feeling, body tensing with excitement. “If you leave right now and don’t give me what I want, I’ll make sure to make your life even more difficult, Lord Kang.”
Taehyun doesn’t have the time to say something, to challenge and tease Yeonjun a bit more, the vampire’s cold lips are soon glued to his in a slow and sensual kiss. Taehyun doesn’t remember ever kissing someone like this, having all the control and none at the same time. When their mouths are open, Taehyun can taste iron and swallow Yeonjun’s sugary sigh, the slowness turning into desperation with every graze of their tongues into each other. Yeonjun gives and takes in every touch of tongues, in every hard squeeze in Taehyun’s chin, in every sound that comes out of him.
For the first time since Taehyun came inside this manor, Yeonjun is at his mercy. Taehyun glides his tongue on Yeonjun’s fangs, doesn’t like the sharpness and the taste that lingers, but marvels at the way the vampire moans and pushes himself closer, seeking for more. Taehyun takes this moment to give Yeonjun a taste of his own venom, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth with intent before pulling away, taking the hand out of his chin so he can put distance between them. He savors the way Yeonjun’s open lips chase him, eyes closed, a pout appearing on the red and plump lips once he realizes Taehyun is too far.
Before Yeonjun can throw his wrath against him, they both hear a whine and rustling, Soobin finally coming back to his senses. He still looks horny, hips going back to rut against Taehyun thighs that are starting to feel numb under the incessant weight. Yeonjun opens his eyes to look at Soobin’s lithe figure under his arm, shining eyes begging for something that Taehyun can’t see. Maybe centuries together made Yeonjun and Soobin know each other to the extent that they don’t need words, only looks speak for themselves.
“Well, to have that, you have to ask him first,” Yeonjun says, leaving soft kisses on Soobin’s face. It’s whiplash the way he can go dominant and soft in less than seconds, always overwhelming to see.
“Sir,” Soobin calls, whiny in ways that Taehyun is sure his mind will make him hear whenever he feels horny. Soobin looks at him with pleading, shiny eyes. The crimson doesn’t seem scary anymore — if anything, it makes Taehyun even more aroused while seeing these vampires all ready to be his. “I want a kiss too,” he pouts, eyes blinking in an innocent way.
Taehyun is tempted to indulge in Soobin’s desire, his hands tingling to card through Soobin’s hair while he explores his mouth. He knows he’ll find iron in the vampire's mouth too, but he doesn’t care anymore. If he’ll have to endure the metallic taste on his tongue in order to finally have something coming his way, he’ll gladly do it. Kissing Yeonjun was not enough to sate Taehyun’s hunger, he’s been edged for too long that now he’s only gonna feel better once he has his way with both of them.
Taehyun knows he’s being greedy by wanting way more from the two when he should be grateful for having come this far, but he can’t help it. Not after seeing Soobin come untouched only by the thought of saying his name, not after seeing the way he can control Yeonjun when the vampire is floating with arousal. Taehyun is having more than he could bargain for, and he’ll make sure to enjoy every single minute of it.
“Do you think you deserve it?” Taehyun asks, hands gripping around Soobin’s tiny waist.
The vampire opens his mouth in a silent moan, eyes opening instantly when he registers Taehyun’s words. “Sir, please.”
“Answer me,” Taehyun demands, gripping harder. “You did nothing but tease me and leave me hanging all evening. Why should I give you something?”
“I—” Soobin tries, voice failing miserably. He shakes his head, fluffy hair bouncing from side to side, trying to find words. “You gave Yeonjun kisses. Why can’t I have it too?”
“You think Yeonjun deserved that?” Taehyun scoffs. “I just did it so he could shut his big mouth. He’s just as desperate and stupid as you.”
“Taehyun,” Yeonjun snarls, fangs showing in supposed threat, but he’s squirming in his place by the human’s display of dominance. “Don’t forget your pla—”
“Stay quiet, blood slut,” Taehyun growls, pointing a finger at Yeonjun. “You think I didn’t see the way you almost came while drinking from me? You’re both pathetic," he scoffs, clicking his tongue. "How can creatures that think so highly of themselves turn into stupid little things just from a drop of blood?”
In that moment, he thrives on the control he has, he gets off from the image in front of him. Both Yeonjun and Soobin are squirming and trying to hide their obvious hard-on, chests heaving and breath coming in slow inhales, both at Taehyun’s mercy this time. He couldn’t ask for a better evening, for better toys to have at his hands. Yeonjun watches his every movement, from the way Taehyun silently commands Soobin to bend down to the way he licks his own before licking Soobin’s bottom lip, a shudder running through the tall vampire’s body.
“I think you deserve a taste too,” Taehyun whispers, Soobin nodding eagerly at the words. “It wouldn’t be fair with Soobinnie. Don’t you think, Lord Choi?”
He pulls away slightly, wanting to see Yeonjun’s reaction. Even if his face is a mask of impassiveness, Taehyun can see in his eyes and the way his lips tremble that he’s affected — not gone yet, but in the path to be begging for things like Soobin is doing. It’s Taehyun’s goal for the night, to have Yeonjun swallow his pride and pettiness in order to be pleasured by a silly human like he always says. But first, he has to take care of Soobin so he can have Yeonjun.
Taehyun doesn’t wait for Yeonjun's answer, moving back to the task in hand. His lips against Soobin’s soft ones, something that was supposed to be calm but quickly escalates to desperation coming from Soobin’s side. He opens his mouth without Taehyun having to ask for permission, the kiss becoming sloppy as their lips move against each other like they’d been waiting to do it for a long time. He runs his tongue on the roof of Soobin’s mouth, over the back of his teeth, pressing hard enough on the fangs to draw blood. Soobin whimpers breathly, hips moving in their own accord above Taehyun’s thigh. Taehyun drinks every single sound that comes from Soobin’s throat.
Kissing Soobin is different compared to kissing Yeonjun, there’s no push and pull, there’s only surrender, only the promise of all the power being delivered in Taehyun’s hands. If he kisses hard, Soobin takes it; If he kisses slowly, Soobin takes it. There’s no seeking for power here, where alas he had to bend Yeonjun until he was at his mercy. There’s only waiting, Soobin being ready to take anything that its given to him. Soobin is clay under his hands, patiently waiting to be molded in any way the human desires.
For the third time that night, Taehyun feels like he’s inside the mouth of a volcano, being licked by flames and swallowed by heat. He pulls Soobin closer, lips unwavering against each other, the hands on the vampire's waist moving under his blouse, touching the freezing skin with intent. Soobin whimpers at the direct contact, Taehyun mirroring the sound and he can't handle the lack of friction anymore. He's been left hanging for hours, dick pulsing with every noise that leaves the vampire above him. In a daring move, his hands find purchase on Soobin's ass, their crotchs aligning and rutting hard against one another. Taehyun groans loudly into Soobin's mouth at the contact, body taut as a bowstring, ready to snap with every touch of Soobin's covered crotch against his. They keep grinding, forgetting everything around them with their minds fuzzy with arousal. It's too much and not enough at the same time, Taehyun thinks he's going to explode if he doesn't get more than a simple clothed humping.
"Shit," he hears Yeonjun mutter under his breath, a smug smile appearing on Taehyun's lips during the kiss over how slightly wrecked Yeonjun sounds. Taehyun knows his goal is coming close to being achieved, it won't take much for Yeonjun to be just like Soobin under his burning palms. "So that's what you were talking about last night, Soobinnie."
Soobin hums pleased when Taehyun's hand grips his ass harder. He pulls away slowly, a string of saliva mixed with blood still connecting their lips. "It's even better, Yeonjun."
Taehyun furrows his eyebrows, staring at Yeonjun. "What are you two talking about?"
"Well, until now I didn't understand Soobin's appeal over you," Yeonjun replies, shifting on the bed so he can have a better view. "But after the kiss and the way you're so cutely bossing around, I can understand why Soobin wants to be railed by you so badly."
"You sound very eager to be railed too," Taehyun points out, watching Yeonjun while massaging Soobin's cheeks. "Are you sure Soobin is the only one that wants me?"
"You're so full of yourself, Lord Kang," Yeonjun rolls his eyes, swallowing hard. Taehyun can see the way he sighs in relief when the shifting brings friction.
"Don't worry, I'll give you something eventually," Taehyun says in nonchalance, turning his attention back to Soobin who's patiently waiting while rutting his hips. He looks sideways to Yeonjun, smirking. "But I think I want to see you beg for it."
Yeonjun snickers, the sound broken. "I'd like to see you try."
Taehyun winks. "You will. I'm sure of it."
He takes both vampires by surprise when he flips Soobin over, lying him on his back under the mattress, hovering over him like he's the hunter now. The display of strength makes Soobin breathless, and Taehyun doesn't give him time to react when he dives into the unblemished skin of his neck. He places wet, scalding kisses to the base of his throat and across his collarbones, drinking into the submissiveness that Soobin gives him. In a change of ideas, he moves back to the juncture where neck meets shoulder and bites hard on the place, enough to leave teeth imprints on the cold skin, enough to draw blood. Soobin shudders under him, back arching to meet Taehyun's mouth again, head lost in his own pleasure. He's sure that if he keeps riling him up like this, Soobin will come in his pants again and he won't have any fun.
And Taehyun really wants to have fun tonight.
He kisses the place where he's bitten, lips touching the place in a soft caress, searing kisses that are too gentle compared to the harshness he showed before. Soobin giggles, sweet and adorable, a smile blooming in Taehyun's lips before he leaves a lingering kiss in the man's throat, pulling away completely. Soobin whines once Taehyun's warmth isn't above him anymore, moving to have him close again, but the human is already too far.
"Sir," Soobin whines again, opening his eyes to see the human standing on the side of the bed. Taehyun looks taller like this, too powerful, Soobin squirms at the image.
"Hush, honey," Taehyun says, slowly unbuttoning his own white blouse. Blood stains his once clean blouse, now looking like the aftermath of a murder. "We don't want you coming too fast and being the only one having fun, right?"
Soobin blushes, shaking his head. Yeonjun by his side leaves an amused chuckle, watching the way Taehyun makes Soobin turn into a shy mess. "Oh Taehyun, don't be so cruel to him. Soobinnie will do anything you want."
Soobin nods, damp hair sticking to his forehead. "Everything, anything."
"Really?" Taehyun teases, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Are you going to do anything I ask you?"
"Yes, yes!" Soobin is eager in his answer, looking just like a puppy waiting to receive orders. Taehyun can't hold back the smile that appears on his lips, it's impossible not to react to Soobin's demeanor.
Taehyun leans in slowly, eyes focused on Soobin's already fucked out face. "Would you take your clothes off for me?" He whispers, carefully watching the way Soobin closes his eyes, a sharp intake of air.
"Can't," Soobin says, chest slowly heaving up. He turns to Yeonjun's direction, making eye contact with him before whining deliciously. "Junnie, I can't."
"Didn't you said you'd do anything I ask?" Taehyun says, holding Soobin's chin hard and turning his face. Soobin whimpers, looking so fragile and innocent, a thing made for Taehyun to taint with all the dirty thoughts and images his mind is creating. He looks up to Yeonjun, clicking his tongue. "Didn't you said he'd do anything I ask?"
"C'mon Lord Kang, he just needs some help," Yeonjun says, tenderly putting his hand above Taehyun's and taking it out of Soobin's chin. He hovers over the other vampire, kissing his face with that same sweetness that looked so out of place in Taehyun's opinion.
Yeonjun treats Soobin like he's something to be treasured, sugary kisses and honeyed bites at the expense of his face and neck, saccharine touches that make breathy moans leave the vampire's delicate mouth.
"Stop," Taehyun says once Yeonjun's hands are close to the big ribbon in Soobin's blouse. Yeonjun stops what he's doing in a second, looking at Taehyun as if waiting for orders. Taehyun smiles devilishly, the taste of power heavy on his tongue. "Keep his blouse on, I want to fuck him like this."
"Looks like someone has some kind of fetish," Yeonjun hums, touching Soobin's perky nipples under the shirt.
Yeonjun does as he's told, the blouse staying on Soobin's torso, his face coming close to the vampire's chest while he takes one of the nipples into his mouth over the blouse fabric. Yeonjun swirls his tongue around while watching the other's face, biting down gently and drinking in the way Soobin mewls out in pleasure, arching to grind his erection against Yeonjun's. Yeonjun detaches himself from Soobin's chest, leaving a patch of saliva on the material that makes it even more easy to see the shape of Soobin's perky nipple. Taehyun salivates at the sight, hand creeping down to palm himself over his pants, grinning madly at the erotic sight and how good it feels.
"Did you hear that, Soobinnie?" Yeonjun says while hovering down his body, hands gripping hard at Soobin's big thighs, a sight that leaves Taehyun aching to be inside one of them. Yeonjun's hands stop in the first button, teasing, making both Soobin and Taehyun hold their breaths. He stares at Taehyun, with burning eyes and slightly pink cheeks, mouth open and fangs showing, Yeonjun looks exactly like the depictions of demons. Taehyun almost moans on the spot. "Lord Kang said he'll fuck you just like you wanted. Just like you were crying and begging yesterday while I fingered you."
Taehyun gulps, looking at Soobin's slouched figure on the mattress. "Is that true, Soobin?"
Soobin breathes shallowly, arms covering his embarrassed face. "Y-Yes."
"Don't be shy," Yeonjun says with glee. "Go on, tell him how much you wished it was him yesterday, making you cum three times."
"Junnie," Soobin whines, face still covered, back arching on its own to get close to where Yeonjun's fingers are fumbling with the buttons.
"We both know how much you want him to know," Yeonjun adds, popping open the last button. Both Soobin and Taehyun wait for the moment Yeonjun will push his pants down, but it never comes. Yeonjun's hands linger on the waistband, waiting until Soobin takes his arms out of his face and picks his head from the bed to stare at the teasing vampire. "Besides, I already told you have to ask for things before you can get them."
It takes a few minutes until Soobin finally musters the courage to do something, to react the way Yeonjun is waiting patiently for him to do. Soobin lies his head down on the bed again, staring at Taehyun with twinkling doe-eyes, lips slightly pouting and cheeks flushed. Taehyun feels dizzy, his legs trembling and he swears he could cum just from how fucked Soobin looks over a little teasing and foreplay. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the rabbit-pace his heart is beating.
"Sir," Soobin calls, a siren luring Taehyun into unknown waters. He can't focus on anything but the soft exhales coming from his pretty lips, the most mesmerizing sight the human has ever seen. "Would you do that?"
"What?" He breathes, licking his own lips.
"Would you fuck me?" He asks, sounding so small and vulnerable, eyelashes fluttering. It makes Taehyun's heart swell, how could he not give everything Soobin wants when he asks so politely like this?
"You don't have to ask twice," Taehyun replies, fumbling with the buttons of his pants, desperately opening them and wanting to finally be freed from the uncomfortable garment. Once the buttons are out of the way, he pulls his pants and briefs down in one go. His cock slaps loudly against his covered belly, groaning at the feeling.
Both vampires turn their heads his way, watching with watering mouths the sight of Taehyun's dick so openly visible. He feels like a prey again, the feeling making all his nerves being on edge. There's heavy breathing until Yeonjun pulls Soobin's pants down too and a loud moan echoes in the silent room. Taehyun sucks in a breath, watching the way Soobin's dick is bigger than he thought it'd be — bigger than his, even. Soobin squirms under the eyes watching him, a squeaky startle leaving his lips when Yeonjun touches the tip of his cock, tongue running in front of his fangs in lust.
"Wow," is the only thing Taehyun manages to say, eyes glued to where Yeonjun's hand is leisurely touching.
"It's big, isn't it?" Yeonjun brags, his fingernail brushing in the slit, making Soobin moans unabashedly.
"Now I know why they say faces can be deceiving," Taehyun comments, opening the buttons of his blouse to take the clothing off. He's burning, sweat making his skin glisten under the candle lights.
"He's my biggest treasure."
"I can see why you'd keep something like this all to yourself," he says, taking his blouse off and slowly going back to bed, his side dipping down.
"Oh, it's not for the reasons you're thinking," Yeonjun wiggles his eyebrows, his leisurely pace on Soobin's cock making the vampire writhe under him. "You see, Soobinnie has this big and thick dick, but he doesn't know how to use it properly."
It's humiliating the way Yeonjun says, but Soobin doesn't seem to care. If anything, it makes him even more aroused, back arching in a silent plea for Yeonjun to touch him harder. Taehyun never saw someone getting off from being treated so lowly, it turns him in imaginable ways watching Soobin being treated like this — it makes him want to be the one demeaning Soobin, making Soobin cry, making Soobin ask and beg for more.
"Really?" Taehyun clicks his tongue. "And here I thought he'd use it for something."
"Yeonjun," Soobin gasps, sensitive body too close to exploding. "Taehyun. I can't—"
"The thing is, he always needs someone telling him what to do," Yeonjun says in a deadly whisper, taking his hand off Soobin's dick, licking his fingers smeared with precum. He hums pleased, taking the finger out of his mouth with a pop. "It's a shame, really. But Soobin is nothing but a stupid puppy who needs instructions all the time."
"Well, I kinda like it," Taehyun says, coming back down on top of Soobin, straddling his waist while touching one of his nipples. Soobin's response is immediate, a mewl that makes a shiver run down Taehyun's entire body. "Are you gonna be a good puppy for me, Soobin?"
Soobin nods as eagerly as ever, ready to do whatever Taehyun asks him, accept whatever Taehyun gives him. And it's too much for Taehyun's sensitive body to hold in, so he tries to occupy his head with other things. He leans down, kissing Soobin's neck with purpose, leaving a lustful path that goes from his neck to his jaw, attaching his lips to a spot behind Soobin's ear that has him seeing stars, once again close to exploding — but he holds it, even if he's sensitive and wanting to come, he'll hold it for the sake of being good. Taehyun's fingers dance above his blouse, touching and pinching. The feeling of the fabric against his hard nipples leave Soobin in a delirious haze, bordering on painful and pleasurable in the way he loves it. When Taehyun's hand slides down and wraps it around Soobin's length in a boiling touch, he has to hold back from instantly bucking up.
At their side, Yeonjun watches with the most fucked out expression, kneeled on the mattress, gently palming himself through his satin robe, focused on the sight of Taehyun's small hand wrapped around Soobin's lenght, a sight that makes his mouth water. As much as it's good to keep touching himself like this, Yeonjun is impatient and horny, opening his legs a little wider and taking his cock through the gap, playing with his balls. He grunts at the feeling of it, closing his eyes momentarily while thinking that the hands on him are Taehyun's.
"Seems like someone it's enjoying the view," Taehyun snickers, pulling away from Soobin's neck that is full of hickeys and bites — he knows it'll heal in a few minutes, but he likes the sight for now. "Why don't we put on a show for Yeonjun?" He whispers in Soobin's ear, holding his chin softly, two fingers prodding at his bottom lip. Soobin does as he's silently asked, mouth opening and accommodating Taehyun's fingers, closing his swollen lips around and sucking with intent.
When he takes his fingers off, they're glistening and coated in Soobin's saliva. The vampire has a lazy smile on his lips, eyes fluttering close when Taehyun gets off him, kneeling in front of Soobin's open legs. He tries to close them from embarrassment over Taehyun's hungry eyes staring at him, but Taehyun forces them back open in an instant. It's endearing how both these creatures are way stronger than him, but let him treat and move them as he pleases. Taehyun's slender fingers hover down on Soobin's body, circling his rim, teasing Soobin to the point of break.
"Taehyun, stop," Soobin whines, rolling his hips down, a clear pleading. "Do something, please."
Taehyun grins at his desperation, massaging his thigh gently with his free hand, leaning down and peppering kisses on Soobin's hip bone, taking his time while still teasing him. He goes down, replacing his hand on the thigh with his lips, leaving more kisses and kitten licks on the skin, splotches of purple and reddish painting the skin. Taehyun uses this moment to slide the first finger into the hole, a squeal leaving Soobin's lips, hips jolting up in pleasure. Taehyun forces it back down the mattress, biting down gently on the flesh. He pumps his finger a few times, finding no resistance, adding a second one right next, watching carefully the way Soobin's pliant body opens for him so easily.
Taehyun is two knuckles deep when he hears a moan that didn't come from him, nor from Soobin. He lifts his head and turns to the side, Yeonjun's eyes focused hard on both, touching his dick harshly and shamelessly. It's funny to see the vampire so turned on, probably fantasizing about being in Soobin's place — probably wishing Taehyun was the one touching his dick. He laughs madly, turning his attention back to the task in hand, adding a third finger and pumping in and out of Soobin at a slow pace, so painful that Soobin rolls his hips in an attempt to tell Taehyun to speed the pace. He doesn't budge, curling his fingers and trying to search for his prostate, all while watching Yeonjun from the corner of his eyes. He has an idea, something mischievous that makes him pump his fingers deeper, too focused to realize the way Yeonjun is mewling by their side.
"Y-Yeonjun, fuck," Soobin moans loudly when Taehyun's fingers finally hit his prostate perfectly. Taehyun takes this moment to look at Yeonjun, who looks like he could cum just by hearing Soobin say his name like that even if it's Taehyun's fingers that is bringing him pleasure.
"B-Baby," Yeonjun stutters, movements turning lazy over his length. "You're not supposed to call my name."
"You say you want me, and then moans another man's name," Taehyun deadpans, tsking. He stops his movements with a halt, filling Soobin but doesn't give him satisfaction. Soobin almost wails, head shaking and hips circling around the digits inside him, nothing working. "Should I leave so you can have Yeonjun's finger inside you?"
"No, no," Soobin shakes his head insistently, tears brimming in his eyes from having his pleasure denied. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it a-again, I'll be g-good. I promise, I promise."
"Shhh," Taehyun hushs his babbling, softly caressing his hip bone. "I know you'll be good. Show me how good you are by moaning my name this time."
He picks up his pace again, this time faster and harder, hitting Soobin's prostate with every push. Soobin opens his mouth in a symphony that Taehyun wishes he could play whenever he wants, like a record made especially for him. Soobin is loud, louder than he gave him credit for. He's responsive, moaning and whining, hands gripping the sheets, babbling about how good he feels and begging. From time to time he opens his pretty, shining eyes to look at Taehyun, eyes too lost in his own pleasure to really focus on the smug smile on the human's face. Taehyun feels blissed-out from the power he has, could come untouched just from having Soobin, a strong and deadly creature, under him moaning his name.
Taehyun has power, but it's not enough.
He goes slower, prolonging the drag of his fingers inside Soobin's hole, thighs trembling under him, hips moving to meet thrusts. Taehyun turns his head, looking at Yeonjun who keeps touching himself in the same slower pace, crimson eyes glazed over the fingers coming in and out of Soobin. Their eyes meet for a second, Yeonjun's burning with lust and desire, screaming for Taehyun to treat him the same, to give him as much pleasure as he's giving to Soobin. Taehyun doesn't need to think twice, but he's not willing to give Yeonjun what he wants so easily.
If Yeonjun wants it, he'll have to beg and ask for it just like Soobin did.
"Are you enjoying the view, Yeonjun?" He asks in faux nonchalance, alternating between deep and shallow thrusts inside Soobin. He doesn't know Soobin's body as well as Yeonjun does, but he has a feeling that the vampire is close by the way his grip on the sheets tightens.
Yeonjun chuckles, pressing a little tighter over the head. "More than I thought I would."
"Like seeing Soobin turn into a dumb whore just from my fingers?"
"Loving it, actually," Yeonjun replies, whimpering. "Makes me wonder how good it is."
"Ask me," Taehyun sucks in a breath when Soobin's clench around the fingers. "Beg for me."
Yeonjun grins. "Someone is liking the taste of power."
"I know you want it," Taehyun whispers seductively, picking his pace again inside Soobin, making the other cry from how much pleasure he's receiving. "Go on Soobin, tell Yeonjun how good it is. How good I'm making you feel."
"Yes, good," Soobin mumbles, his head too out of it to actually understand the implications of Taehyun's words. "So good, so full."
"See?" Taehyun boasts. "You can feel this too."
"Make me ask for it, Lord Kang," Yeonjun spits, no actual bite in his words. "Make me beg for it."
Taehyun takes the challenge, his neglected erection almost spurting to completion over the prospect of having Yeonjun moaning as high and loud as Soobin. He knows he won't last for so much time, but he pushes the thought aside to stare at Yeonjun, who's eyebrow is raised in expectation — if Taehyun ends up coming untouched he's sure he'll be well pleased just from making this two vampire turn into drum cocksluts.
"Take your robe off and lay on the bed next to Soobin," Taehyun orders.
Something in his voice made Yeonjun stop his movements, pushing the end of the robe's tie, the satin pooling by his side. Yeojun crawls until he’s laying next to Soobin, who's too busy getting closer and closer to realize his partner by his side. Yeonjun's erection lays flat against his slender stomach, not as angry and neglected as Taehyun's, but still needing relief. Taehyun licks his lips seeing the all-mighty Lord Choi Yeonjun completely naked under his kneeled figure. Yeonjun doesn't look as squirmish and embarrassed as Soobin, as if being on display and watched like an object turns him on — and maybe it does, Yeonjun always likes to receive attention on every place he goes. Taehyun is more than glad to give him all the attention he wants.
"Oh shit," Yeonjun hisses, throwing his head back against the sheets, groaning at the abrupt contact on his dick. Taehyun had suddenly wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing lightly.
"Are you sure you won't beg for more?" Taehyun mocks, eyebrow raised.
"Y-You wish," Yeonjun stutters, eyes closed shut tightly, looking as gone as Soobin by his side.
Taehyun is cruel on his pace in both Soobin's hole and Yeonjun's dick. He slams and curls his fingers inside Soobin in an electric pace that leaves the man a shaking and moaning mess, tears running down his eyes. With Yeonjun, he's the cruelest with intention. Rough downstrokes, twisting his wrist with practice on the upstroke, pressing his fingernail painfully in the slit, tantalizing movements that leave Yeonjun gasping for air and sounding so heavenly he could be mistaken for an angel. The combination of Yeonjun lewd and low moans and Soobin's loud and high, mixed with the sex sounds are like music to Taehyun's ears. It's enough for him to finally let go, his ministrations slowing while he cums all over himself, the pleasure not so good as he thought it'd be. It leaves him wanting more, frustration making him curses low. He comes back in a few minutes, taking a deep breath before focusing back on the men under his touches.
Soobin clenches uncontrollably around his fingers, almost to the point that he can't move them properly. "Taehyun, Taehyun," he whines loudly, chest heaving while he tries to breathe.
"Tell me what you want, Soobin," Taehyun says in a broken voice.
"I want to cum, please," Soobin chokes out. "Please, I want— Yeonjun, Taehyun! Please, please."
Taehyun smiles amusedly by how gone Soobin is. "Go on honey, you deserve it," he whispers, watching the vampire come immediately after the words leave his mouth.
Soobin arches his back off the bed and screams, profanities mixed with Taehyun and Yeonjun's names coming out of his pretty round lips. It's way different from his first orgasm, Taehyun can tell just from watching the way cums keep shooting out of Soobin's untouched dick, landing on his pretty pink blouse. It wets it, the liquid making it transparent, some spots of Soobin's belly appearing under the fabric. Taehyun watches everything fixedly while milking the rest of Soobin's orgams, mouth slightly ajar. Soobin's cock finally stops shooting cum, going soft together with the vampire's body, Soobin turning lax above the sheets, whining tiredly when Taehyun takes his fingers out of him.
"You really made him cum a lot," Yeonjun comments lazily, Taehyun's hand motionless around his girth.
"He doesn't cum this much always?" Taehyun asks, massaging Soobin's thighs softly, the vampire humming pleased, eyes closed and sounding almost ready to fall asleep.
"Not at all," Yeonjun replies, curling one hand in Soobin's damp locks, the vampire almost purring with delight. "Maybe I'm curious."
"May I know what you're curious about, Lord Choi?" Taehyun indulges, wanting to see where this conversation will take him.
Yeonjun laughs slightly breathless, hips shyly bucking in Taehyun's still hand in his dick. "About how good it feels that you rendered Soobin into a pleading mess."
Taehyun plants one last kiss on the inside of Soobin's lax thigh, moving to get close to Yeonjun, who welcomes him by opening his legs wider for the human to stop face to face to his crotch. Taehyun tugs teasingly, laughing at the way Yeonjun sighs relieved. "I already told you what you need to do to have it."
"Let me tell you something, Lord Kang," Yeonjun says, using his elbows to lift his upper body. His gaze is fiery, red flames licking his iris, lust in its purest form. "I don't beg for things. And I won't do it, no matter how much you're dying to see it."
"We'll see," Taehyun says with finality, a wicked grin on his lips.
Unexpectedly, he chooses this moment where Yeonjun's guard is down to drag his tongue over the length of his dick, smaller than Soobin's but still big compared to some other lords that Taehyun had encounters like this. His warm hands work their way up and down Yeonjun's thighs, one inching closer to where it connects to his hips, holding him down against the mattress. He feels a grip on his once tousled hair — it's probably a mess right now, but he doesn't care when it makes arousal burn inside him.
"Fuck," Yeonjun whimpers when Taehyun guides his aching dick inside his hot mouth. Taehyun hums in victory, the vibrations making Yeonjun archs up into the touch, too lost in finally feeling something other than his hands to care about the fact that he's acting a lot like he said he wouldn't.
Taehyun drinks from the action, the weight of Yeonjun's hard dick inside his mouth, the sound he's making bordering on high-pitch and needy — the thought of how close he is from having Yeonjun just like he wants him. He's hard again, the first orgasm doing nothing but leaving him wanting more, wanting something better. The pace is slow, leisurely, head bobbing up and down in precisive movements. Taehyun takes pride in his excellence on blowjobs, but tonight he doesn't want to give Yeonjun the taste of knowing how good he is.
Tonight, he wants Yeonjun to suffer until he breaks.
He touches Yeonjun with purpose, one hand roaming his leg, sliding underneath and propping it up on one of his shoulders. Taehyun sinks further down, giving Yeonjun a taste, a hope of having something more. Yeonjun keens, fists tugging harder on Taehyun's head, scalping burning and a low groan coming from his throat.
Taehyun's sadism is acting up, he pulls his mouth off and sardonically watches the way Yeonjun's hips bucked up, seeking the warmth and wetness of his mouth again. It's pathetic how wrecked the vampire looks from a sloppy blowjob, something that Taehyun didn't even put effort in yet. He takes his sweet time, placing open mouth kisses up his length, licking the prominent vein, gently blowing warm air against wet skin, sometimes wrapping his lips around the tip with enough pressure to make Yeonjun moan loudly. But never taking it into his mouth again. He wants to see Yeonjun beg for it first.
"You're s-so cruel," Yeonjun says in a choked whimper, head lifted while looking at Taehyun with a pout. Yeonjun's lips look pretty like his, swollen and angry red from the biting, droplets of blood in the corners. Taehyun wants to kiss him, even if he knows the taste of iron will be stronger now.
Taehyun snickers. "This is the treatment you deserve, don't you think?"
"I wonder if all the nobles know about how Lord Kang is a cruel lover in bed," Yeonjun moans next when Taehyun thumbs the tip.
"Not everyone is a brat like you, Lord Choi," Taehyun says, mouth close to Yeonjun's thigh. "Good things come for those who wait."
"I'm not the type to wait for things," he sighs, eyes never straying from Taehyun's. "I'm the type to have it when I want."
Taehyun uses this moment to bite hard on the flesh close to him, delighted by Yeonjun's loud moan. It leaves a teeth imprint on the skin, a red and purplish mark that makes Taehyun laugh in pride.
"And I'm the type to do only what I want," he says, not giving a chance for Yeonjun to retort, sinking back to his member until there's nothing left.
It doesn't take much for Yeonjun to get closer, dangerously tipping to the edge with the way Taehyun hollows his cheeks while going up and down. Yeonjun is breathless, high-pitched moans stretching longer, whines ringing straight to Taehyun's groin, whimpers getting louder. Thighs tremble under Taehyun's hands, hips moving on their own to thrust deeper into his throat, harder pulls in Taehyun's hair that leaves his scalp burning. It's overbearing pleasure, Yeonjun can't think of anything except the stars that are slowly filling his vision.Yeonjun is at the gates of heaven, about to enter the sacred place — and then, the gates close right on his face.
Taehyun pulls off, the wicked grin back on his lips at Yeonjun's gasps for air, his strings of no no no, come back fueling him up. The hand in his hair doesn't budge, just as the leg on his shoulder finally reacts to pull him closer. Pull him back to the only place Yeonjun needs him. Taehyun doesn't move, rooted in place and savoring Yeonjun's desperate calls of his name, silently sobbing, hissing when the cold air touches his sensitive cock. It's glistening, angry red at the prospect of not having his desired release. Taehyun sneers, power making him moan and rut his own hardness on the mattress, an attempt to have release even if he knows it'll leave him as frustrated as before.
"I'm gonna rip your throat open," Yeonjun threatens, his broken voice making the threat sound vain, funny even.
"I told you I only do what I want," Taehyun repeats, cooing at how Yeonjun jumps when he touches his thigh to detach his leg from his shoulder. "Seems like someone is sensitive."
"Fuck you," Yeonjun snarls, crying low at his denied orgasm.
"You could, if you begged," Taehyun hums, moving away from his spot between Yeonjun's legs.
He's still painfully hard, but seeing Yeonjun's despair brings him a pleasure that he never felt before. Maybe is the power he has over these creatures, maybe is the fact that he can bend and control them with his mouth and hands, even with his cock if he has the chance — maybe is his desire to fuck them that he knew it existed deep inside him. Whatever the reason is, Taehyun knows that he's doomed to always want this sense of power during sex from this evening on.
"I'll rather watch you fuck Soobin three more times and come from my hands only than beg to be pleasured by you," Yeonjun bites back, his despair turning intro angriness. Taehyun can see how Yeonjun is warning him with his eyes. Stop teasing me before I break, and Taehyun doesn't care about it.
"Don't worry, I'll gladly fuck Soobin again," he states, winking before turning back between Soobin's legs. "Would you like that, honey?"
Soobin, who was quietly looking at their petty bickering with curious eyes, turns his attention to Taehyun between his slightly numb legs. Taehyun stares at the vampire, still so deadly mesmerizing, looking enchanting, something out of a painting that only a few eyes have the privilege to look at. Soobin's beauty it's uncanny, from his glossy pink lips to his gleaming eyes, from his creamy skin under silk blouse to the bites and hickeys on his thighs. Taehyun's breath gets taken away from having the privilege to see the lord like this — from being the one that left him in such a dazzled state. Maybe there's more in the venom he spread on Taehyun's veins when he was drinking the blood. Soobin casted a spell on him, Taehyun’s sure of it.
“Would you like to be fucked one more time?” Taehyun asks, hands touching the creamy thighs on display for him, touch too light for Soobin to feel it. “Would you like to have my dick inside of you?” He asks everything slow and soft, words so vulgar that he’d be mortified to listen coming out of his mouth if he wasn’t so aroused.
Sex permeates the room, thick and hot against Taehyun’s skin, every dirty word leaving his mouth taste as sweet as honeydew, every sound that leaves the vampires throats it’s like syrup being poured. Taehyun is lightheaded by now, everything happening in slow motion and at lightspeed at the same time. By the end of the night, he’s probably gonna pass out before his mind can comprehend all the things that happened and are bound to happen.
Taehyun hovers over Soobin’s big and pliant body, straddling him while his face gets close to his ear. “Would you like to make Yeonjun begging for a thing that only you can have?” He whispers, he knows that Yeonjun’s sharp hearing will listen to that — he hears scoff from their side, smiling victoriously.
“Yes,” Soobin breathes, dick twitching in interest, body getting aroused again. Taehyun can see now how Soobin can go on for hours and hours like Yeonjun said, maybe being a vampire makes you never feel tired when it comes to sex.
“Yes what?” Taehyun says, biting hard on Soobin’s neck. “I asked so many questions, I don’t know what you are saying yes for.”
“Everything,” he sobs, hips moving. “I want everything. I need everything,” he continues, still as needy as the first time, still as desperate for Taehyun. “Please, Taehyun. Sir, please give me.”
“What do you want, darling?” Taehyun asks, even though he knows what Soobin is begging for. He moves away from the vampire’s neck, standing tall and powerful over Soobin’s already heaving figure. “Just tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Your cock,” he’s fast to reply, almost drooling while looking at Taehyun’s eyes. There’s desire in Soobin’s eyes, even stronger than the one in Yeonjun’s. This makes a smile bloom in his lips, satisfaction making him feel intoxicated. “I need it inside me. I’ll be good, very good—”
“Shh, there’s no need to beg anymore. I’ll give you everything you want, doll.” Taehyun interrupts, one finger over Soobin’s plush lips to silence him, his other hand brushing lightly over his already hard-on. Soobin cries from the lack of real friction, cock throbbing at every brush of finger over it. He sucks the finger that Taehyun had over his lips, trying to rile the human again, make Taehyun do something other than tease him. He opens his legs even wider, urging Taehyun to go on.
It’s an invitation that not even the strongest person would be able to deny.
Taehyun touches his own length, hissing at how hard he is, how much he wants to finally seek his own pleasure. But there’s something about watching both Soobin and Yeonjun — who’s touching himself lazily again, clearly tipping on desperate — being on the receiving end of such pleasure makes him feel good. Pleasure is something that goes both ways, and Taehyun sure is feeling it. He guides his cock to Soobin’s hole, probing at the entrance, clenching as if inviting him. Taehyun takes the invitation, pushing gently and slowly, almost coming on the stop just from the draw out moan that leaves Soobin’s lips.
“So good— fuck, Taehyun,” Soobin gasps, throwing his head back as Taehyun’s hips meet the back of his thighs.
It’s overwhelming when he’s fully sheathed inside Soobin, his hips stopped for a moment while he takes deep breaths, closing his eyes and trying to think about anything other than the feeling of Soobin’s walls clenching around his length. Taehyun doesn’t want to look weak, to cum only from the tightness around him, especially with Yeonjun’s trained look watching his every movement. His head is spinning, the feeling going tenfold when one of Soobin’s legs hooks around his shoulder, the new position making his dick go a little deeper inside.
When Soobin rocks his hips in a silent request for Taehyun to move, he holds the vampire’s waist, stopping him from driving him mad. “Wait,” he sighs, his voice so deep that makes Soobin shiver under him. “Gimme a minute.”
“Would you look at this,” Yeonjun scoffs, laughing airly. “Soobinnie, I think your lover doesn’t have the strength to keep up with you.”
“Shut up,” Taehyun hisses, grip turning bruising around Soobin’s waist, his walls clenching harder around his cock. Taehyun needs… he doesn’t know what he needs. His arousal is screaming for him to let go, but his pride is telling him to hold on. It’s too much, but Taehyun won’t give up until Soobin comes.
“Sir,” Soobin calls, another leg moving and locking around the small of Taehyun’s back. “Please move.”
“Soobinnie, I think he needs a little more encouragement,” Yeonjun hums. “Why don’t you tell him something more… demanding,” he adds, fangs showing while he molds Soobin right under Taehyun’s eyes.
Up to this point, Taehyun had an idea that Yeonjun was the one calling the shots when it comes to Soobin. His dominance is tangible in the way Soobin puts his hands around Taehyun’s neck and pulls him close to him — legs bending in a weird position, something that would probably leave a human sore in the morning, but Soobin doesn’t seem to mind. Taehyun’s ear is close to Soobin’s mouth, the vampire’s breath tickling in his sweat skin, body electrified.
“Fuck me, Taehyun,” Soobin whispers, dangerous words that makes Taehyun gasp and rock against the warmth around his member. Soobin sighs sweetly, still holding the human’s head in the same place. “Just like you do to all those stupid and lowly lords. Fuck me hard.”
That’s all Taehyun needs to give voice to his pride and pull completely out, ramming back inside Soobin as hard as the lord wants. The moan that leaves his pretty and blessed lips is filthy, completely obscene and extremely hot. It’s different from all the sounds Soobin made tonight, something akin to a heavenly melody that angels would sing in the gates of heaven — maybe that’s where Taehyun is right now, even if he knows that there’s nothing pure from what they're doing in this bed. It’s not sacred, it’s not heavenly, it’s not immaculate. It’s sin, the type that makes you terrified and thrilled at the same time.
He sets a fast pace from the start, fucking Soobin as hard and deep as he asked for. The sound of skin slapping against skin is nasty, the type of sound that would make anyone disgusted upon hearing. Soobin screams at every thrust, the angle that Taehyun uses making him hit the vampire’s prostate dead on. Taehyun is so focused on all the sensations that he almost doesn’t feel the sharp pain on the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. What he does feel is the venom going through, making the sensations increase inside him, an embarrassing sound leaving his lips. Soobin bit him from the amount of pleasure he’s feeling, something that Taehyun didn’t know vampires could do — his mind is too lost to remember Yeonjun’s words from before. He lifts his upper body up, the sight that awaits him enough to make his next thrusts go a little sluggish.
Soobin is fascinating, bewitching Taehyun in that simple moment. His face is pure bliss, eyes misty with ecstasy, reddish lips open in silent moans, Taehyun’s blood dripping down from his open mouth. He’s a religious figure laying in the red satin sheets, a painting of an angel being tainted by sin, minutes before losing all his purity by the hands of a sinner. It’s the ultimate type of blasphemy to associate Soobin, a devilish creature, to something angelic, but Taehyun can’t think of anything else. He feels like fainting, all the air in the room too heavy for him, head spinning with the reality that he’s the one causing all these sensations in Soobin, that he’s the one making such a beautiful creature fall apart.
“Fuck, Soobs. You look so beautiful,” Yeonjun breathes, not waiting a second before gluing his lips with the other vampire, both moaning so loudly that it rings in Taehyun’s ears.
It’s a weirdly arousing sight, watching the two kiss while he’s deep inside Soobin. Yeonjun kisses with precision, lapping every drop of blood and saliva from Soobin’s open mouth. Their mouths move languidly, tongues touching shamelessly, Yeonjun drinking each of Soobin’s whiny and needy little noises. Taehyun moves again, head still spinning but set on making Soobin come apart for the third time — and having his own release in between. His thrusts are slow and deep, Soobin’s noises turning breathless and high-pitched, his back arching with each thrust. Yeonjun disconnects their lips, licking all the rest of blood from Soobin’s, his lethal smirk being the last thing Soobin sees before Yeonjun moves away, crawling slowly until he’s face to face with his hard-on.
A matter of minutes, it’s all it takes for Soobin to come apart with a loud shout that makes Taehyun’s whole body shiver — not because of Soobin finally coming, but because of the sight he has. Yeonjun, head close to Soobin’s pelvis, dick deep inside his mouth while he looks at Taehyun with blazing eyes, taking all the load Soobin has to offer. The eye contact makes something inside Taehyun snaps, his own release finally coming in waves that could match a tsunami. He throws his head back, moaning loudly at the hot and delicious feeling of coming with Soobin’s walls clenching hard around him.
In the end, waiting for this really was worth it.
Taehyun is panting when he comes back to his senses, the sound of his heartbeat still loud in his ears and body screaming for him to take a break. He pulls his dick off, cum oozing from inside Soobin’s clenching hole, a view that Taehyun never thought it’d be so captivating. It’s something to think about, how things that he didn’t care about sex before turns to be interesting when it comes from these two vampires. Maybe the venom does more than make him horny, maybe there’s some chemistry happening inside him that makes him so engrossed about them — maybe, Taehyun just wants a reason to pretend that he’s not desiring these creatures ever since he saw them.
He doesn’t have the chance to see the remnants of his work, to see how Soobin is after such mind-numbing orgams, for his head starts spinning and his body states fatigue, falling behind soft mattresses and fluff pillows. He never felt like this before, his other endeavors always ending with him leaving normally after coming. His eyes flutter shut, head a little fuzzy as his breath slows down, the air still stiff around him. Slumber comes to him in the form of a calm and sweet embrace, body succumbing to the call until he feels something bring him back to reality, something heavy straddling his tired body.
Rather than words, he feels a finger touching his bottom lip, a silent request for him to open up. Taehyun does as asked, too tired to actually put up a fight with however Yeonjun wants to do to him right now — he allows him, indulges him for the moment, gives him a false sense of control. The finger is replaced by lips, plush and feathery, kissing Taehyun with a strange tenderness. It’s slow, gentle, something intimate that seems out of place when it comes from them, their relationship never one for gentle things. But he basks in this different setting, imagining that things could be like this always.
Taehyun tastes iron, vinegar and salt, a mix that is unpleasant in his palate and makes him scrunch his face at the taste. He only registers now that Yeonjun’s mouth is filled with Soobin’s come and his own blood, passing through their tongues in the way fucks his tongue inside his mouth. Taehyun swallows when it’s too much, bitter taste burning his throat, making him want to push Yeonjun away and spit out. He stays still, Yeonjun’s weight above his body and his hips languidly swaying, turning him leisurely into something pliant. There’s still bliss on his face, stars in his closed eyes, cotton inside his head, but Yeonjun acts like a knife cutting all the hazy inside him.
“Maybe I was wrong,” Yeonjun says, his words biting Taehyun’s kissed-numb lips. Everything feels numb, actually. Taehyun doesn’t even have strength to open his eyes and look at Yeonjun’s figure — besides, he’s afraid of the sight that awaits him, he knows it’s something that will never leave his mind.
“About?” Taehyun whispers, low and weak, an allusion to how he’s feeling inside.
Yeonjun shifts, hips dangerously close to Taehyun’s crotch. “Maybe I do want a taste too.”
“I already told you what you have to do,” he says, smirking lazily. Taehyun feels like he’s floating in the skies, going closer and closer to the sun, his fall as glorious as that of a god.
“And I said,” Yeonjun starts, leaning until his lips are close to Taehyun’s ear, “make me beg for it.”
Taehyun could accept that challenge, could flip Yeonjun until he was pinned to the mattress and tease him until he breaks to the point of never going back to normal. He could rile Yeonjun up until the vampire was begging and crying and moaning, so ready to take anything Taehyun will give him that would make Soobin submissiveness look lame compared to him. He could take and take until Yeonjun would have nothing more to give him, he could pound until Yeonjun was aching, he could tease him for hours until Yeonjun gets closer to the edge. He could do a lot of things, but he doesn’t have strength yet for this. Taehyun feels boneless, his body aching and tired — but still reacting to every touch Yeonjun gives him, dick twitching weakly to every spur, promises of something that it's yet to come.
“It’s no fun,” Taehyun mumbles. “Besides, you’re the one who wants something. I already had my fun with Soobin.”
“It’s very ungentlemanly of you to leave someone hanging,” Yeonjun huffs, sounding genuinely annoyed. “You really are someone cruel, Lord Kang.”
“Does saying that I’m cruel turns you on, Lord Choi?”
Yeonjun smiles mischievously. “You have no idea.”
“Will me being cruel make you come in your pants like Soobin did?” Taehyun asks, faintly raising one brow.
“Maybe,” Yeonjun hums, moving his hips again. Taehyun closes his lips to hold in the shaky whimper wanting to leave his mouth, his dick slightly sensitive from his orgasm. Yeonjun snickers, arrogance in his next words, “Why don’t you try?”
“Too tired,” Taehyun admits, trying to focus on anything other than the burning sensation that is forming on the pit of his stomach.
“Tired?” Yeonjun laughs. It pierces Taehyun’s ears, mocking and mean gushing from the vampire’s mouth. He’s trying to get something out of Taehyun, any hard reaction that will give him what he wants. “In the end, I was right.”
“You’re never right,” he bites back.
“But I am, my dear Lord Kang,” Yeonjun says, followed by one harsh roll of lips that makes Taehyun keens. “You don’t have the strength to keep up.”
“Fuck you,” he snarls, his angry mixing with his arousal and making his body boil like water inside a teapot.
“I’m waiting for you to do it,” Yeonjun huffs, rolling his eyes — if it’s from pleasure or annoyance, Taehyun can’t say.
Taehyun chuckles bitterly, no other reaction coming from his tired body. It’s weird, having Yeonjun so openly talking the desire he has for the human, the want to have him fucking him rutless. It’s not a secret that the older Lord Choi and Lord Kang don't get along, their personalities striking against each other like flames on dry twigs; if they’re in the same place, you can be sure a fire will follow soon. Something that Taehyun always knew is that hate and love walk side by side, but he didn’t know desire and hate did too — he only learned that now, his mind screaming for him to punch Choi Yeonjun and kiss him senseless at the same time.
It’s a funny thing, to want Choi Yeonjun. The funniest thing in Taehyun's life.
“Where’s Soobin,” he changes the topic, waiting for his body to gather up the pieces he lost with his orgasm so he can prove to Yeonjun he’s not a weak man.
“You’re thinking ‘bout another man while I’m on top of you?” Yeonjun jokes, smiling madly at how good the friction is on his hard dick. Taehyun almost forgets that Yeonjun didn’t get the chance to come ever since they started this. Almost.
“Not my fault the other man wanted me so much to the point of coming three times,” Taehyun hums, his member slowly turning hard.
“Don’t think you’re all that,” Yeonjun scoffs. “Soobin is very sensitive, if you can keep up, you’d probably get fucktons of orgasms from him.”
Taehyun almost chokes. “Doesn’t he ever get tired?”
“We’re not like you, Lord Kang,” he whispers in a seductive tone, one that makes shivers run through Taehyun’s whole body.
“So… Where is he?”
“Passed out.”
“Passed out?”
“You really wanna talk about this when you could be deep inside me?” Yeonjun is really annoyed by this point, probably from the lack of Taehyun doing something. He’s just laying on the bed, Yeonjun on top of him doing all the work to have him back to the same hardness the human was sporting before.
Taehyun smirks. “Who told you I wanna be deep inside you?”
“Your dick,” Yeonjun replies with another expert sway of hips that makes Taehyun’s mouth open in a silent moan. “Besides, Soobin is passed out because you fucked him real good.”
“You must be joking,” Taehyun says, surprised.
“No, my dear Lord Kang. I’m not joking, there’s no reason to joke,” he says, too focused on rutting into Taehyun’s like a dog. “You see, we have a very good refractory period, as I told you. The only way for us to stop is if we go for too long, get bored of doing it or if we’re fucked really good. If the last one happens, we go into a type of slumber.”
“Slumber?” Taehyun chokes the word out, his head working too fast, all his thoughts about finally fucking all the attitude out of Yeonjun. “I thought vampires couldn’t sleep.”
“And we can’t, except when this happens.” Yeonjun says matter-of-factly. He stops abruptly, leaving Taehyun heaving. “Which makes me wonder, will you be able to do the same to me or was this only a one-time luck?”
By now, Taehyun is officially hard and leaking precum, and tired of Yeonjun's too-full-of-himself attitude. He doesn’t leave time for the vampire to say anything else, switching positions with him and pinning him hard on the place he was laying before, lips kissing hard against the vampire’s. This kiss isn’t sweet like the one they exchange before, this one is full of Taehyun’s angry and arousal mixing with Yeonjun’s brat behavior and desire, a deadly mixture that acts like gunpowder next to fire. Taehyun bites hard enough to draw blood, swallows every sound that leaves Yeonjun, forcibly takes all he wants and gives Yeonjun nothing in return.
Taehyun is egotistic when it comes to Yeonjun, nothing but a cruel lover ready to take and give less compared to how much he took.
“What do you want?” Taehyun asks in an authoritative tone, moving away from Yeonjun’s blood-red lips, attacking his neck like a hungry creature. Maybe Taehyun is hungry, hungry for this bewitching beauty under his calloused palms.
“You know what I want,” Yeonjun replies, airy, words sounding more like sighs. He moves under Taehyun, body trying to seek for the delicious friction he was having before — the friction Taehyun took away and is adamant in not giving him back.
“Well, if I remember correctly you told me you’d rather watch me fuck Soobin than have anything coming from me,” Taehyun teases, biting hard on Yeonjun’s shoulder. The vampire only moans, Taehyun knows this bite doesn’t hurt Yeonjun at all, but the imprints of his teeth, the red and purplish mark, the way Yeonjun turns slightly pliant soaks him in pride.
“I didn’t say that,” Yeonjun says, choking a sob when Taehyun turns away from him, warmth leaving Yeonjun’s body shivering in strange ways. He whines embarrassingly at the gap Taehyun put between their bodies, the human moves too far for his taste. Yeonjun wants more — he didn’t receive anything until now, he’s starting to lose sense of reality from the amount of time he’s being riled up. “Come back.”
“Tell me what you want,” Taehyun repeats, hand hovering Yeonjun’s belly, where his dick curves achingly hard. The ghost of a touch that will come only when Yeonjun beg for it.
“I want you.”
“You need to be specific, Lord Choi.”
“What do you want from me?” Yeonjun sobs, the sound uncharacteristic coming from him. A song to Taehyun’s ears.
“Beg.” Taehyun commands, hand leaving the place it was before to move closer to Yeonjun’s thighs and opening them, Yeonjun giving him access without a fight. Willing, that’s how the vampire is after putting up a fight the whole night. Taehyun circles a finger in his hole, his touch scorching in Yeonjun’s freezing skin, the contact making the vampire moan prettily. “I want you to beg.”
Yeonjun still refuses to do it, cursing weakly. Of course things will never be easy when it comes to their relationship, but Taehyun doesn’t care. He can handle difficulty too, he can handle a little bratness before he can have Yeonjun under him to be the faux egotistic he likes to pretend he is. He turns Yeonjun like he isn’t the strongest creature, his back all displayed for Taehyun to do whatever he wants. He goes back to circling his hole again, watching fascinated the way Yeonjun responds fast to every touch he has to offer. For someone who’s set on being stubborn, Yeonjun’s body sure is ready to beg for Taehyun if it’s what’s necessary to keep being touched like this. Rough and hot, swimming inside a volcano.
“Get inside,” Yeonjun mumbles, face pressed to the mattress, ass moving closer to Taehyun’s finger as if commanding him.
“I need to—”
“No, I like raw and painful,” Yeonjun interrupts. “Get this fucking finger inside me before I bite it off.”
It’s funny how Yeonjun is in a position where his pleasure depends exclusively on Taehyun's choices and he still acts like he’s the one with all the power in hands. Taehyun wonders what it’d be like to have Yeonjun acting this powerful over him, treating him like he did with Soobin — it’s a thought for later, a fantasy for him to think about in his dreams and moments alone. For now, he has a task at hand.
He presses his finger inside, listening carefully the way Yeonjun sighs in relief and groans at the stretch. Yeonjun rolls his hips, trying to get the finger deeper inside him without any lubrication, the pain probably making him delirious with pleasure. Taehyun ends up two knuckles deep, slowly pushing and dragging that finger in and out of Yeonjun, watching the way his hole clench around nothing and Yeonjun reacts fast in whimpering for more. There’s an ache in Taehyun’s gut, all his blood running south and making him hiss through gritted teeth at every noise Yeonjun makes.
“Taehyun,” Yeonjun sighs shakily. “Stop teasing me, for god’s sake.”
“Isn't it funny?” Taehyun says, teasing two fingers at Yeonjun’s entrance. “Such a devilish creature saying a sacred name in vain.”
“You think I care about that?” He huffs. “Put these fingers inside me, now!”
“For someone in such a dependent situation, you’re demanding too much,” Taehyun pairs his words thrusting harshly two fingers in Yeonjun’s ass.
Yeonjun shouts, mouthing his forearm to keep himself from letting more sounds roam freely — from feeding Taehyun’s ego, letting him know that only his fingers are enough to make him go crazy. Taehyun twists his fingers and starts thrusting shallowly, never reaching the place that he knows Yeonjun is begging for him to touch. He pushes his ass back further, silently demanding Taehyun to fuck him deeper. Taehyun only runs a hand down the vampire’s back, feeling the soft skin under his palms and watching the different body temperature leaving Yeonjun shivering.
“I’m…” Yeonjun tries, words getting lost inside his head from how much his being riled up, a hiccup following, tears staining his cheeks and leaving traces on the mattress under him. Taehyun watches everything like it’s a show only for him. “Stop b-being cruel.”
“I thought you wanted me to be cruel,” Taehyun mocks, pressing a third finger into him, a loud whining filling the low noises from before. He fucks Yeonjun the same way from before, never going deep where he needs him the most. He knows it’s driving Yeonjun crazy, driving him to the break point. “Didn’t you say I’m a cruel lover? I’m doing justice to your words, Lord Choi.”
“Taehyun— Fuck!” Yeonjun cries, turning his head to try and look at the human. Taehyun is too focused on the way his fingers fucks into Yeonjun slowly to pay attention to the almost pleading gleam in the vampire’s eyes. “Do something!”
“I am doing something,” Taehyun says.
“You’re not!” Yeonjun whines, the knot in his stomach building and making his body ache. “I’ll do anything, just—”
“I already told you what I want you to do,” Taehyun comments.
“Fuck, I—”
Taehyun pulls out, leaving a whining Yeonjun to try and push his ass to the fingers that are too far. If his fingers are not doing the job, then Taehyun will need to try a little harder to have what he wants. Yeonjun waits for what feels like an eternity until he feels Taehyun take his cheeks in either hands, massaging and groping them hard enough to leave bruises, the sucked breath that leaves the vampire only urging Taehyun on. He gets on his knees, guiding his dick between them, rolling against Yeonjun’s hole in the best teasing manner he can. He’s trying his best to hold himself, keeping Yeonjun twitching body in place with his strong hold.
“Beg,” Taehyun commands again.
“Make me,” Yeonjun says weakly, still holding onto that last thread of bratness inside him.
“It’s up to you if you want to beg,” Taehyun says, shrugging. He pushes the cheeks together, squeezing them hard around his dick as he thrusts up, the friction making him groan loud. Yeonjun really made a good job in getting him up again, his cock pushing through the space, fucking Yeonjun’s cheeks like only his pleasure matters. “I can come just from this.”
He continues his ministrations, pretending to not care about the way Yeonjun whines turn needier whenever he squeezes his cheeks harder or thrusts faster in between them. Taehyun isn’t close yet, but he pretends he is by moaning loudly and moving faster and sloppily. They both know that if Taehyun comes again, the third time in one night, he won’t be able to get it up again for at least hours. Yeonjun can’t take it anymore, can’t go any more second without Taehyun inside him.
“Please, please!” Yeonjun begs loudly, moving his head from side to side, sweaty hair turning into a mess. “Fuck me, please. I want it, I want it so much,” he’s full-on sobbing by now, thrashing under Taehyun’s hands. “I want all that Soobin had, I want it. Please, Taehyun. Give me more. I can’t—”
“It’s alright, baby,” Taehyun hushs him, kissing his spine, soothing the crying vampire. It’s delicious, the taste of having Yeonjun like this. “See? It wasn’t so hard. Now, you can have everything and more.”
Taehyun turns him around again, he wants to look at Yeonjun while he pounds him to oblivion. Yeonjun’s hair is messy around his forehead, eyes sparkling like a hundred stars, all ready to finally have the chance to taste his own pleasure. Taehyun holds his waist and lines up his dick to Yeonjun’s entrance, pushing in without any second thought, bottoming out in one go. Yeonjun cries and arches, the most captivating sight — Taehyun is starting to believe he’ll never find anything as pretty as the view of the Choi Lords coming apart with his dick buried inside them.
“Do you like it?” Taehyun fishes compliments, his ego wanting to be stroked by Yeonjun. He pulls out almost entirely, thrusting quickly and bottoming out again, the sudden jolt taking a loud moan out of Yeonjun’s plump lips, his eyes rolling so strong he almost passes out. Taehyun does as he was told, keeping it raw and painful exactly like Yeonjun said he liked. “Tell me how good it is,” he continues, teeth gritted as he sets a heavy and fast pace.
Yeonjun only groans loudly in response, Taehyun slamming into him harder, moving his waist to meet his hard and deep thrusts. Like this, he can take every single sound from inside the vampire, turning him into the begging mess that Taehyun oh so wanted to hear. Yeonjun is like a dream, splayed all pretty for Taehyun to do what he wants, for Taehyun to turn him into a mess like he did to Soobin. He takes a look at Soobin, staring almost adoringly the way the vampire is curled into himself, sleeping like a real human. He has a new task at hand now: make Yeonjun pass out like he did to Soobin.
“I thought you’d be more talkative,” Taehyun tsks. “You love to talk back, but turn into a silent bitch when you have something inside you.”
“Too good, too much. Can’t— Oh god,” Yeonjun starts, crying in the middle when Taehyun hits his prostate with precision.
“You like it when I fuck you like this?” Taehyun grins cruelly, voice low.
When he doesn’t receive any reply from Yeonjun, he slows his thrust until the drag of his dick is agonizingly slow against Yeonjun’s prostate. There’s a stark contrast from Yeonjun to Soobin when they’re being fucked, while Soobin is used to being teased to the extent of breaking, Yeonjun doesn’t seem so used to it. Taehyun looks closely, Yeonjun’s features filling with despair, hands clawing almost painfully onto Taehyun’s arms, walls clenching too strongly around Taehyun’s dick. A sign that he’s losing his sanity little by little, desperate to have his release.
“Taehyun, I—”
“Not yet,” Taehyun commands, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He wants to prolong this for a little more, have the taste of submissive Yeonjun in his tongue for a little more. “Only when I say you can. You hear me?”
Yeonjun only nods, trying to hold back his release until Taehyun allows him. It makes him laugh almost maniacally, losing the last remnants of sanity he still had. He picks his pace again, fucking Yeonjun hard into the sheets, the sound of sweating skin slapping against each other filling the room together with Yeonjun’s moans, the bed creaking and Taehyun’s groans. It’s too much for both anytime Taehyun rolls his hips exactly where Yeonjun wants. Pleasure turns into pain and back into pleasure. Yeonjun’s nails dig in the skin of Taehyun’s forearms and back, leaving crescents that make him hiss; Taehyun holds his waist stronger, grip leaving fingerprints in the soft skin.
In the middle of everything, Taehyun has a little bit of control to analyze one thing: how Yeonjun looks right now. If Soobin looked like an angel being tainted by sin, Yeonjun looks like the demon bearing all the sins in the world. His eyes are closed and his mouth open in a mad grin, fangs displayed to show how sinful he is. His body moves with purpose against Taehyun’s, nothing compared to the malleable way Soobin likes to be fucked. Yeonjun looks dazzling in the rumpled red sheets, his altar for Taehyun to worship him and leave part of his soul to the demon.
“Fuck, Yeonjun,” Taehyun moans, his body bending forward and thrusts keeping the same hard pace, Yeonjun raising his hips up to meet him with the prospect of having his prostate fucked over and over. Taehyun lets his head fall on the juncture where Yeonjun’s neck meets his shoulder, inhaling the sweet and salty scent of the vampire. “You’re so good.”
“You’re g-good,” Yeonjun moans, shaking his head. “So good.”
Taehyun is pretty sure his sanity will never be the same after tonight. He’s tipping too close to the edge, heat and exertion making his head spin — Yeonjun fucking himself into him and moaning his name so shameless is one of the reasons for his lightheadness too. Yeonjun lips press hotly against Taehyun’s neck, fangs scratching lightly, shudders running through the human’s body.
“T-Taehyun,” Yeonjun sobs, wrapping his arms around Taehyun’s shoulder to bring him even closer. “Gonna come, let me come,” he splutters, voice muffled in the human’s spoiled skin.
“Do it, darling,” Taehyun says, his words kissed into Yeonjun’s shoulder.
Yeonjun reaches a hand between their bodies, wrapping a hand around his own dick, the touch making him moan highly at how hard and neglected he was until now. He’s not used to coming untouched like Soobin does, and even if he knows that Taehyun’s precise thrusts could make him come like that, he wants to try it again another time. He jerks his cock with hard and fast movements, going insane from all the stimulation he’s getting. He mumbles nonsense, things that Taehyun can’t understand while he tries to find his own release.
It takes less than minutes from Yeonjun to come, back arching more than Taehyun thought it was possible, staccato moans that sound as sweet as a piano melody, heat spilling between their stomachs. Taehyun stares open-mouthed at Yeonjun’s twitching beneath him, the tightness growing around his cock, a few deep thrusts bringing him over the edge too, his own load spilling inside Yeonjun’s abused hole.
He curses profanities that any other Lord would be surprised to hear, head thrown back, eyebrows furrowed together and mouth falling open in a silent moan. Just like it happened with Soobin, it’s too much again for Taehyun’s body to handle, all the exertion finally making his body succumb after his orgasm. He falls limbless above Yeonjun, a small laugh leaving the vampire lips, something close to endearing. He feels a hand fondly petting his sweaty hair, touch so calmly that makes him feel protected, sleepy even. Taehyun blinks, the intimacy in this moment being too unusual for him — it’s weird, but it leaves a sweet and warm feeling inside his chest.
“Are you alright?” Taehyun asks, voice hoarse from all the moaning and groaning. He’s not sure what to say or do now that arousal is no longer devouring his mind.
Reality is slowly coming out of the shadows, Taehyun doesn’t know how to deal with it yet.
Yeonjun giggles. “Are you asking me, a vampire, if I’m alright after coming?”
“I—” Taehyun stops, words turning out to be the most difficult thing in the world at this moment. “I think I should go.”
“Go?” He doesn’t need to see to know that Yeonjun’s eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are pouty. “Where?”
“Home?” He replies, sounding so incertain. Does he want to go home after this? What does he want after all this altercation with the Choi Lords? “This was only supposed to be a short visit.”
“Stay,” Yeonjun whispers, hands still stroking his hair. If the room wasn’t dead silent, Taehyun could pretend he didn’t hear that.
“What?”
“You can stay.”
He waits, for a laugh, for the words to be taken back, for Yeonjun to say that he should leave. But it never comes, those last words hanging in the air like the smell of tea filling a kitchen. The hand on his hair falters for a second, as if Yeonjun is suddenly unsure if he should be doing such an intimate display of affection with Taehyun — as if he’s suddenly reminded that Taehyun is nothing but a stranger, a known stranger.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Taehyun declares after a beat, slowly raising up, away from Yeonjun’s comforting touch. He doesn’t dare look at the vampire, doesn’t know what awaits him once he puts his clothes back and leaves this room. “It’s not my place to—”
“Soobin would be happy to see you here once he wakes up,” Yeonjun interrupts, holding himself up on his elbows, naked chest glistening under the moon and candle lights. The candles are slowly melting, a silent warning that Taehyun’s time is coming to an end.
“What about you?” Taehyun asks, risking a glance at Yeonjun. His eyes are still crimson, no longer full of that predatory gleam, something akin to fondness staring back at Taehyun’s hesitant ones. “Would you be happy if I stayed?”
“Does it matter what I want?” Yeonjun scoffs, averting his gaze.
Taehyun wants to answer, wants to say that of course it matters, wants to say that as much as he’s fond of Soobin, he’s fond of Yeonjun too — even if he pretends he’s not. The words never leave the confines of his mind, only thoughts that Yeonjun will never have the chance to hear. Taehyun keeps staring at the tainted beauty in his sight, keeps waiting for what’s to come, keeps wishing that Yeonjun will say something.
A thing that is true about the world, is that things never happen the way we want.
Yeonjun only sighs, laying in the bed again, covering both him and Soobin with the red satin sheets. There’s a space left in between them, a space that strangely feels like an invitation for Taehyun. A space left specially for him, a space made only for him. His mind is screaming for him to drop his blouse on the floor again and go back to the bed, lay between the vampires and cuddle like their something more than acquaintances who had sex for the first time. Taehyun could play pretend for a few more hours, but is it worth the things he’ll have to deal with in the morning?
“Stay,” Yeonjun says again, this time softly like a spring breeze. “For Soobin,” he continues, sounding drowsy. “For me.”
A whisper, words spoken in the line between drowsiness and wakefulness, things that you hardly remember once you wake up. Taehyun shouldn’t take them so seriously, but his heart beats faster and he can’t control himself once his mind sets on the idea of staying the night, of sleeping next to the vampires he cherishes so much. Taehyun drops his blouse on the floor again, another thing he’ll leave for the morning. He squeezes himself in the space left for him, feeling warmth even with the two cold bodies snuggling in his, no space left between the three men.