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Minhyuk crawls into Hyunwoo's lap, engulfing him like prey. His knees press into the soft bed, supporting his body weight and captivating Hyunwoo between them. He slides his fingers on Hyunwoo's flushed cheek. Warm, red life flows right beneath the tanned skin, so close that Minhyuk can barely hold back his instincts. He glides his fingers down along Hyunwoo's jawline so lightly it makes his prey shiver at the sensation. His fingers stop at Hyunwoo's neck, right on top of his pulsing artery, where the sanguine river invites him so alluringly it nearly makes him black out.
"You know I could kill you right here if I wanted to?" Minhyuk whispers, his eyes peeled on Hyunwoo's pulsing neck so intensely that he can almost already see his red satisfaction.
Hyunwoo's eyes stare deep into Minhyuk's own. He pants. Out of fear? Out of perverted lust? Minhyuk isn't quite sure. Hyunwoo seems so out of it with his eyes pathetically trying to roll on the back of his head that Minhyuk reckons the poor man probably doesn't know either.
Mihnyuk's lips form a devilish grin. He bends down so close to Hyunwoo's warm skin that he can scrape his neck with his left fang, making Hyunwoo hitch and release a beautiful breath. The cut remains painfully shallow. Minhyuk smells the warm, red liquid trying to escape Hyunwoo's body, although not wholly succeeding. Now, it's Minhyuk's turn to take a pained breath and purposefully drive himself deeper into madness, mentally edging himself and shamelessly enjoying it.
"You know you're perfect, right?" Minhyuk whispers and looks up at Hyunwoo's face, which glistens with sweat. Hyunwoo hums in approval, probably too out of his mind to form anything coherent.
"Want me to bite you? See how long you can take it?" Minhyuk asks. Hyunwoo swallows but eventually hums again.
Minhyuk finally grabs Hyunwoo's body roughly and tosses him roughly to a position where his heated neck is even more exposed. So beautiful like that, just for him to feast. He licks his lips one last time. Then he pierces his fangs through Hyunwoo's elastic skin and sucks in the red drug.
Minhyuk despises himself. So much. He thought he could have waited a bit longer, but oh, was he wrong. He is nothing more than a pathetic slave to his earthly temptations.
Minhyuk sucks in Hyunwoo's delicious blood so vigorously that it almost makes him high. His head spins at the weakening whimpers Hyunwoo lets out while desperately enjoying his little dance on the verge of death. With every passing second, warmth and vitality fill Minhyuk's body more and more like little spasms awakening his dormant cells and taking him further into ecstasy.
A little voice inside Minhyuk whispers a silly idea to him: What if he didn't stop? What if he ruthlessly took everything the sinful moment could offer and sucked the poor man dry until he dropped dead and cold on his mattress? Minhyuk would lie if he claimed that the thought didn't tempt him at least a little bit.
However, good vampires don't kill their prey.
Good vampires feed on their prey multiple times so that their satisfaction becomes infinite.
Good vampires consensually feed on their prey so that the satisfaction of both of them becomes infinite.
On that thought, Minhyuk grins and pulls his fangs out of Hyunwoo. He detaches from him so quickly that the rapid movement casts tiny splashes of blood on the walls. He takes a few deep breaths and tilts his head in awe while studying Hyunwoo's pathetic image. He licks his lips.
Minhyuk doesn't bother to close the wound just yet. Instead, he admires how beautifully the red elixir trickles down his neck and collarbone, eventually staining his shirt. Finally, after a while, he extends his hand to touch the tempting liquid on Hyunwoo's damp skin. Then, he lifts his stained fingers on Hyunwoo's pale cheek, giving him a bloody handprint, and purrs:
"Good boy. Thank you for letting me play."