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3 rd Pov
Leaning against the wall of the alleyway, Yeosang huffed, his head fogged from the alcohol in his system as well as the atmosphere he just escaped; clubs weren't always his thing, however when he had a particularly hard day, it was nice to take the time for himself.
However this time he wasn't alone.
Behind him, a man followed, a smile on his face as he walked completely naturally despite the alcohol he had drank. Yeosang almost found it within him to whine at the fact he could barely keep his feet to the ground, "Woo~" With a gentle hum, Wooyoung took hold of Yeosang's waist, helping him to stay stabilised, "what time's it?" Each word was slurred slightly when Yeosang spoke it, the younger male cooing softly at the small pout on Yeosang's face.
Shortly glancing at the watch around his wrist, Wooyoung hummed, "it's almost 11pm. Do you know your way home from here?" At first, Wooyoung had come out to find something to eat and drink, preferably a human who wouldn't remember anything (something he figured Yeosang would be) however he started to feel extremely turned on by the sensual being.
If Wooyoung was a vampire, then Yeosang was a bloody vixen, luring him in- however even if his dancing wasn't enough to lure Wooyoung in, the sweet scent of his blood pumping with every sway of his hips absolutely was. It was clear that Yeosang knew absolutely nothing about where his home was, a lot more focused on leaning up to Wooyoung's neck and kissing it.
Chuckling softly at the ticklish feeling, Wooyoung let out a toothy grin, "alright then, I'll take you back to mine until the morning." The elder didn't say anything, only allowed himself to be swept off his feet by the cold-blooded (literally) man and carried away.
'Carried' was certainly one way of putting it, if being taken into one's arms and instantly transported to some weird, large house meant anything, then yes you could say he was carried. Yet, despite the shift of location, Yeosang didn't let up on his kisses, the vampire humming softly, "surely my cold skin can't be that nice-"
Instead, Yeosang whined, pressing his insanely hot forehead to the crook of Wooyoung's neck, "feels good against my skin, just what I need~" Oh, Wooyoung wasn't going to last even a second with Yeosang in his arms, yet alone in his bed. It was undeniable that even Wooyoung was feeling the pleasurable warmth coming from Yeosang, the sign of life making him shiver as he finally got Yeosang into his room, gently plopping the elder male on the bed. Instantly, the drunk man giggled slightly, "your bed sheets are fluffy."
Leaning over Yeosang, Wooyoung grinned, "yeah, only the best comfort for my lovers." Gently, he pressed little kisses to the elder's jaw, brushing his cold lips against the feverishly hot skin before finally settling against the former's lips; heat clashed with Wooyoung's icy skin, his hands gliding to touch any part of bare skin he could, until he was dragging the large shirt over Yeosang's torso and eventually tugging it off of his head, only to throw the material to the side. It didn't take long at all for Wooyoung's hand to press against the flat of Yeosang's stomach, running upwards until his nails teased the perky buds on his chest.
"Ah~" Yeosang gasped slightly, the cold making him flinch as he felt one of his nipples be taken between two fingers and pinched slightly, the opening of his mouth allowing Wooyoung's tongue to slip in without even a hint of hesitance. With the same amount of vigour, Yeosang welcomed the muscle, pressing his own tongue against the younger's. "Mmm, Woo." He didn't say much of anything despite how much noise he was making, each little hum and murmur making Wooyoung smile into the kiss, his teeth catching against the human's bottom lip occasionally.
Slowly, Wooyoung's hands left the perky nipples, instead drifting down to pick apart the buttons of Yeosang's jeans; once he had successfully (and swiftly) taken apart the elder's pants, he pulled down the material, not once stopping his barrage of kisses and little nips as he flung the material to the side. "Turn over." He whispered, pulling away from the human and removing his own clothes. In the process of turning over, Yeosang felt his underwear being removed, shivering when he was finally completely bare and could feel the cold of the room against his dick.
With his face in the sheets, Yeosang hummed to himself, his entire body feeling loose as he felt Wooyoung's eyes drag over each inch of his bare body, the latter's hands eventually falling against his waist and rubbing gently. "You're so pretty, Sangie." Wooyoung spoke roughly, his fingers tracing the sides of Yeosang's waist, his surprisingly sharp nails running lines into the flesh, "and god your ass looks so good." Abruptly, a hand left Yeosang's waist, instead coming to grope one of his cheeks in a way that made him cry out into the bedding.
Finally, he felt something wet against his ass, the urge to turn around and see what it was exactly was high, yet he found he couldn't. He didn't notice when the other hand left his waist and instead buried in his hair, however it quickly became a distant thought as he felt a finger prod between his cheeks and rub against his rim; the sensation made him shiver and whine.
There was a clear reason that Wooyoung had forced Yeosang's face into the bed, anxious of how the elder would react if he looked back and saw the deep red that stained his ass, and the empty packet beside Wooyoung that was reeking with the scent of iron. The thought of a scared human, blood pumping, adrenaline on full blast, sounded delicious if only he wasn't trying to fuck Yeosang without making it non-consensual; because right now, where Yeosang couldn't smell or see anything, everything was consensual. Yeosang wanted to have sex, just as much as Wooyoung did, and the vampire wouldn't allow his preferences to come in the way of him getting some good, consensual sex.
So he kept Yeosang's face in the bedding, admiring the way the viscus liquid looked between the two, globed cheeks, before finally using the blood to press his finger past the ring of muscle and into Yeosang's heat. Warm muscles wrapped around his fingers, the human below him being very vocal about how good it felt, even if his words were incredibly muffled. Slowly, he worked his finger in and out of the warm muscles, working him slightly more open so that he could push another red stained finger in, scissoring him open softly. Occasionally, Wooyoung would lift Yeosang's head so that he could breathe, the little skittish whines and moans becoming loud for a short moment, assisted by heavy pants.
Every time he delved his fingers deeper into the velvety walls, he could feel the rapid heart beats through the flesh, the pulse of blood around the inside of his rectal walls. The extra blood that Wooyoung had used as a replacement to lube (stored in a way that would prevent it from clotting, and mixed with water to avoid the quick drying qualities of the human produced liquid) smelt so good and made Wooyoung feel so hungry, so desperate. Finally, he began to work a third finger in, feeling the way the human's walls tightened around the intrusion.
What surprised Wooyoung more than anything was the fact that Yeosang hadn't scrambled his hands around despite the force Wooyoung had on the back of his head, but instead remained pliant and calm, appreciating each breath when he was given them. Eventually, Yeosang began to get used to having the weight fingers inside of him, finding himself pushing back against them whenever Wooyoung would pause for a second, with whimpers sitting high in his throat. "Good boy." Wooyoung let his praise slip out with ease as he leant down and gently kissed just where his fingers connected to Yeosang's rim, the latter letting out a guttural moan at the feeling.
Yeosang managed to lift his head a little, huffing out before sucking a relieving breath of air. "Woo, please fuck me. I need it so bad." As if to exaggerate the 'so', Yeosang rolled his hips back against the fingers.
And it seemed as though Wooyoung was willing to listen, as he pulled his fingers out and took more of the bloody substance and slicked his cock with it, the sight making him shiver slightly. As he took hold of his cock with one hand, he tugged the elder's hair a little before pressing the head of his phallus past the stretched rim. As heat engulfed his length, Wooyoung let go of Yeosang's hair, dragging his hands down in order to wrap them around the human's slim waist, only just noticing how well it fit in his palms.
Yeosang understood what he was meant to do by now as he kept his head down, hands bundled into the fluffy sheets as he felt Wooyoung's cock rub against his walls, the head nudging his prostate as he felt the latter's balls against his taint. "Ahmm~" With his eyes screwed shut, he clenched around the cock, feeling the raw outline of it before his attention was drawn to the hands rubbing sweetly against his skin as if to try and distract from the stretch (which didn't hurt at all but Yeosang didn't have the heart to tell him that). "Move, please."
However, Wooyoung didn't start moving, instead he leant down until his lips were close to Yeosang's back, "I won't be gentle, darling. Still want me to hurry up?" Dumbly, Yeosang didn't think much more, only hearing the words 'not gentle' before nodding and begging in a hushed voice. Of course, Wooyoung just hummed and took his word, his grip around the elder's waist quickly tightening as he roughly pulled himself most of the way out, so the muscles clenched around his tip, before instantly plunging himself back in.
For the first time, Yeosang lifted his head, a cry of surprise as his fingers dug into the sheets to try and keep himself grounded. He also did it to stop himself from sliding further up the bedding, his eyes flinging open at the strength that practically punched the air out of his chest. "W-woo-" He stuttered out as the younger male continued with the brutal thrusts, Yeosang couldn't get any other words out past his shaky moans and sniffles. It was all so much so fast that eh felt like he was going to pass out, his eyes blurry from tears.
As Wooyoung continued his almost cruel motions, he glanced up at the clock and smirked slightly, the hand clicking closer and closer to the twelfth hour. he abruptly grabbed Yeosang's hair and tugged him upwards, pressing his chest to the elder's back and wrapping his hand around the front of his throat, "you don't mind do you?" The change in angle made Yeosang choke slightly on his saliva as he barely processed the fingers pinched at the sides of his throat- even if he wanted to answer, he couldn't past the unrelenting thrusts that rendered him breathless and on the cusp of orgasm.
Grinning to himself, Wooyoung placed kisses (that were all too gentle in comparison to his animalistic rutting) to the joint of Yeosang's neck and shoulder, his nose nudging against his own fingers that rested on the artery in Yeosang's throat. His fangs ached within his mouth, his own restraint amazing him as he would give nothing more than to bite down and suck the human dry, but he figured an orgasm would be the best way to go out, so he focused more on that, his own hand pressing against the head of Yeosang's pretty, red cock. pre-cum dribbled from the tip and Wooyoung smeared it over the palm of his hand, before gliding up and down his length multiple times, his strength holding the quivering boy up despite how much Yeosang seemed to try and sink into the bed.
Pressure tightened in Yeosang's stomach, his head clouding as if he had just been hit with a smoke bomb- he could barely think as he gargled out needy pleads to come, to release, to just feel let down from this high that was suffocating him. Finally, after just a few strokes against his already incredibly sensitive cock, he felt himself unravelling, every muscle in his body simultaneously tensing yet relaxing as he quivered in Wooyoung's grip. White semen squirted out of his tip, sensitivity drowning him as he felt Wooyoung's hand continue to glide up and down, the movement in his ass not stopping either, forcing even more cum out of him.
Tears rolled down his cheek as he whined and cried, his head tilted to the side as the fingers covering his artery moved, a sharp prickle replacing the pressure; however he was too out of it to care, the pain of it being almost non-existent as he finally slumped in Wooyoung's arms. Distantly, a clock chimed, the sound being one that Yeosang had recognised often as the chime of midnight, but soon that sound faded out, his head whirling as he started to come down from his high but started sinking into an unsettling darkness accompanied by a sharp aching in the side of his neck.
He then realised, that as Wooyoung was filling his ass with cum, the man was sucking his blood out; panic struck him, however he was too weak to even do anything, his tears now streaming down his face in tears as he stopped feeling his body respond to his wishes, his arms dangling limply despite how much he wanted to reach round and save himself, but he was right where Wooyoung wanted him: limbless, and fucked-dumb. He knew he should have just spent the night alone, he knew he never should have sought out a one night stand, yet he got drawn into Wooyoung, and Wooyoung was the worst possible ending.
Gently, Wooyoung kissed his ear lobe, hushing him, "go to sleep, it will hurt less." It wasn't like Yeosang had much of a choice as he felt consciousness slipping away from him no matter how much he tried to grasp at it, no matter how much he tried to hold on, it slipped through his fingers more and more, until all he could feel was a light pinch on his neck. After that, it was all dark.
Wooyoung, on the other hand, drank peacefully, the blood flooding his mouth and running smoothly over his tongue. He decided he didn't want to be balls deep in a corpse, so he pulled out before finishing off his dinner, and taking himself to the shower, leaving the body on the bed. He glanced up at the clock, just 10 minutes past midnight, he had an early dinner.
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