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In the quiet hum of their shared apartment, Ricky lounged on the sofa, his textbooks scattered around him, his attention divided between his studies and the television. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on his bare chest, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Gyuvin, his roommate, watched him from the kitchen, his dark eyes lingering on the tattoo that adorned Ricky's neck, the letters of "Role Model" inked in a bold, elegant script. Gyuvin's fangs itched, imagining how perfectly they would fit between those letters, how sweet Ricky's blood would taste.
Gyuvin had loved Ricky in every lifetime, his love growing deeper with each passing century. In this life, Ricky was a university student, vibrant and full of life, unaware of the ancient vampire who shared his home. Gyuvin couldn't resist him any longer. The tension in the room thickened, a palpable force that made it hard to breathe. With a sudden, predatory grace, Gyuvin crossed the room and pinned Ricky to the sofa, his lips crashing down on Ricky's in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Ricky gasped, his breath stolen away by the sudden assault. Gyuvin's lips were soft yet demanding, his tongue exploring Ricky's mouth with a skill that left him breathless and needy. Gyuvin knew exactly how to undo him, how to make him ache with desire. He pressed his knee between Ricky's legs, rubbing him just right, eliciting a moan from deep within Ricky's chest. Gyuvin broke the kiss only to trail his lips down Ricky's jaw, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. He moved lower, his teeth grazing his neck, his hands tugging at Ricky's clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin.
Ricky whimpered, his hands clutching at Gyuvin's shoulders, his body arching into the touch. Gyuvin's lips found his nipples, biting and sucking, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks. Ricky's breath hitched, his hips bucking as Gyuvin's hand slid down his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. Gyuvin's touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through Ricky's body, making him writhe and moan beneath him.
Gyuvin's lips traveled lower, kissing and nibbling at Ricky's belly button, his tongue dipping into the small indentation. Ricky's cock twitched, aching for attention, and Gyuvin obliged, taking it into his mouth with a hungry groan. Ricky cried out, his hands tangling in Gyuvin's hair, his hips bucking as Gyuvin sucked him deep, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. "Gyuvin~ more, nghh," Ricky panted, his voice barely recognizable, his body trembling with need.
Gyuvin pulled off with a filthy pop, his lips glistening with saliva and pre-come. He looked up at Ricky, his dark eyes filled with hunger, his fangs aching and glinting in the sunlight. He pushed his fingers into Ricky's mouth, wetting them before bringing them to Ricky's tight hole. Ricky gasped as Gyuvin's finger pushed inside, the intrusion foreign and intense. Gyuvin moved slowly, easing Ricky into it, his other hand stroking Ricky's cock, keeping him on the edge of pleasure.
Ricky moaned, his body trembling as Gyuvin added another finger, curling them just right, hitting that spot that made him see stars. He was a moaning mess, his body writhing, his cock leaking pre-come onto his stomach. Gyuvin watched him, his eyes filled with lust, his fangs itching to sink into Ricky's porcelain thigh. But he focused on fingering Ricky open, making him moan and beg, his body trembling on the edge of orgasm.
Just as Ricky was about to come, Gyuvin pulled his fingers out, leaving Ricky with a loud whine, his eyes glistening with tears of frustration. Gyuvin chuckled, his voice low and husky, "Patience, my love. The best is yet to come." He positioned himself between Ricky's legs, his cock pressing against Ricky's entrance. "Are you ready, Ricky?" he asked, his voice a low sound.
Ricky nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his body aching with need. "Yes, Gyuvin. Please, I need you inside me," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.
Gyuvin smiled, his fangs glinting in the sunlight, and with a slow, steady thrust, he entered Ricky, filling him completely. Ricky cried out, his body arching, his nails digging into Gyuvin's shoulders. Gyuvin moved slowly at first, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of Ricky's tight hole. He leaned down, his lips capturing Ricky's in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring Ricky's mouth as his body claimed Ricky's.
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, the moans and gasps of pleasure. Gyuvin's movements grew faster, harder, his body slamming into Ricky's, his cock hitting that spot that made Ricky see stars. Ricky's cock twitched, his body trembling on the edge of orgasm. "Gyb-Qubing, ahh~ I'm close," he panted, his voice barely recognizable.
Gyuvin groaned, his fangs grazing Ricky's neck, his hips slamming into Ricky's with a force that made the sofa shake. "Come for me, My Rwik. Let me feel you come around my cock," he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Ricky cried out, his body trembling, his cock pulsing, his release spilling onto his stomach while calling out a set of Gyuvin's name like a prayer. Gyuvin followed soon after, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing inside Ricky, as he poured his seed inside Ricky, he kissed him, their tongues tangling, their saliva mixing. He pulled back, looking down at Ricky, his cock still buried deep inside him. Just the sight of Ricky's fucked-out face was enough to make Gyuvin hard again. Ricky shuddered, feeling the thick cock growing harder inside him. He looked at Gyuvin with hooded eyes, his own desire evident.
Gyuvin's eyes were hungry, his gaze devouring Ricky whole. He pulled Ricky up, his arms wrapping around Gyuvin's neck, his legs instinctively wrapping around Gyuvin's waist. Gyuvin walked them to Ricky's bedroom, dropping him onto the bed before entering him again, his hips snapping forward, his cock hitting Ricky's sweet spot with every thrust.
Ricky was incoherent, his moans and cries filling the room. "Qubing,Qubingg..." he babbled, his thoughts consumed by the pleasure Gyuvin was giving him.
Gyuvin smirked, proud of his ability to reduce Ricky to a quivering mess. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Ricky's ear. "You're mine, Ricky," ("𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦")he growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into Ricky's tight hole.
Ricky's eyes were tear-stained, his body trembling with pleasure. "Qubing.. please..." he begged, he didn't even know what he was begging for, his voice a hoarse whisper. He wanted Gyuvin closer, to give him everything.
Gyuvin couldn't resist any longer. He snapped his hips forward, his fangs sinking into Ricky's neck, right on the "Role Model" tattoo. Ricky cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto his stomach. Gyuvin was lost in a haze of pleasure, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into Ricky, pushing him up to the bed frame and chasing his own pleasure. He filled Ricky again with his cum, fucking into him softly while riding the pleasure of orgasm.
•~•
His heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Breath still came in ragged pulls. Gyuvin lay sprawled on the rumpled sheets, every muscle singing with a pleasant, molten fatigue. Ricky’s slender form was a warm, damp weight against his side, equally spent.
Five minutes.
That’s all the peace he allowed them.
The need was a clawing, insistent thing in his gut, sharper than any post-coital haze. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about possession. The sight of Ricky’s porcelain skin, now beautifully marred with purple blossoms from his mouth and the faint, almost-healed pinpricks from his fangs, sent a fresh, violent surge of desire through him.
“We’re sticky,” Gyuvin murmured, his voice gravelly. He didn’t wait for an answer. In one fluid motion, he scooped Ricky up, cradling him against his chest. Ricky let out a soft, surprised gasp that melted into a low laugh, his head lolling trustingly against Gyuvin’s shoulder.
“So impatient.”
The bathroom was steamy and carried the soft strawberry scent of Ricky's body wash. Gyuvin lowered them both into the large, sunken tub, warm water already swirling to life from the taps. He settled back, pulling Ricky between his splayed legs, the younger man’s back flush against his chest.
Bad idea.
A very, very bad idea.
Because now Ricky’s nape was right there. The elegant line of his throat, the slope of his shoulder, The beautiful tattoo and the twin marks from his fangs, still pink, still his. The scent of Ricky, of sex and salt and something uniquely sweet, flooded his senses. His arms tightened around Ricky’s waist.
He couldn’t help himself.
His lips found the junction of Ricky’s neck and shoulder. A kiss, soft at first. Then another, open-mouthed and wet. He traced the old bite marks with his tongue, feeling Ricky shiver against him. A low groan rumbled in his own chest. His canines ached, lengthening just slightly, a sharp pressure against his own lip. He wanted to sink them in. To seal this claim all over again. To taste him, beyond the surface.
He hesitated. The rational part of his mind, small and distant, screamed about consent, about fear, about revealing the monstrous part of himself he’d only hinted at an hour ago.
Ricky chuckled. The sound was soft, knowing, and it vibrated through Gyuvin’s own body. He knows.
Ricky tilted his head, baring more of his throat in a silent, blatant offering. A submission that was anything but submissive. An invitation.
Still, Gyuvin held back, his breath coming in hot gusts against Ricky’s wet skin.
With a sigh that was more exasperation than annoyance, Ricky moved. He pushed up, water sluicing off the elegant planes of his body, and turned. In the low, steamy light, his eyes were dark pools of understanding. He settled himself, straddling Gyuvin’s lap, their bodies sliding together in the water. Gyuvin’s already half-hard interest thickened instantly, pressed between them.
Ricky’s hands came up to frame Gyuvin’s face. His thumbs stroked the high arches of Gyuvin’s cheekbones. “Those pretty eyes,” Ricky whispered, his gaze locked on Gyuvin’s. “Glowing like embers. Like you want to devour me.”
Gyuvin could only stare, his control fraying at the edges. The deep, crimson glow of his own irises reflected in Ricky’s.
Leaning in, Ricky captured his mouth. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming. He bit Gyuvin’s lower lip, sharp and sudden, and Gyuvin growled, his hands flying to Ricky’s hips, fingers digging into the soft skin. Ricky smirked against his mouth, a wicked, beautiful thing.
Then he rolled his hips.
A slow, deliberate grind that made Gyuvin’s head fall back with a choked curse. Ricky did it again, seating himself more firmly, the hot, silken slide of their bodies underwater an exquisite torment.
“I know what you are, Gyuvin,” Ricky breathed into the space between their lips. His voice was low, a sinful promise. “I saw it. When you bit me. I remembered… everything.”
Gyuvin’s heart stuttered. Everything.
“So stop hesitating.” Ricky’s voice dropped to a husky command. “I want you to ruin me. Make me forget everything that isn’t your name. Mold my insides to the shape of your cock. Claim me.”
The last threads of Gyuvin’s restraint snapped.
A low, predatory sound ripped from his throat. “Mine,” he snarled, the word guttural and raw.
His hands guided Ricky up, just enough. Then he pulled him down, sheathing himself in one hard, deep thrust. Ricky cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that echoed off the tiles. His back arched, head thrown back, presenting the long line of his throat like a second offering.
Gyuvin took it.
He surged up, burying his face in Ricky’s neck. His mouth found the healed punctures. This time, there was no hesitation. His fangs fully elongated now, sharp and perfect, pierced the smooth skin.
Ricky’s body convulsed around him, a tight, pulsing clench of pure pleasure. A broken moan tore from Ricky’s lips as Gyuvin drank, not taking life, but taking essence. The taste was euphoria. It was Ricky’s pleasure, his surrender, his ecstasy, flooding Gyuvin’s senses, magnifying his own a thousandfold. The connection was electric, intimate, a circuit of pure, carnal feedback.
Gyuvin’s hips began to piston, driving up into Ricky’s relentless downward rides. Water sloshed over the edges of the tub, a rhythmic slap against the porcelain. Ricky rode him like he was born for it, each movement a sinuous roll, taking Gyuvin impossibly deep. Gyuvin licked and kissed the new bite marks, soothing the skin even as he pushed him toward another peak.
“Q-Qubing!” Ricky chanted, the name a prayer and a plea. His hands scrabbled at Gyuvin’s shoulders, blunt nails leaving red trails.
It was frantic, desperate. The water made everything slicker, hotter, the resistance a sensual drag. Gyuvin felt the coil in his gut tighten, a pressure building behind his eyes, in his teeth, in the base of his spine. Ricky’s sounds grew higher, tighter. His inner muscles fluttered wildly around Gyuvin’s length.
With a final, brutal thrust, Gyuvin buried himself to the hilt, fangs still locked in Ricky’s throat as they shattered together. Ricky’s scream was muffled against his shoulder, his body seizing in a violent, endless climax. Gyuvin followed, pouring into him with a roar that was swallowed by Ricky’s skin, his own release a white-hot brand of ownership.
They slumped together in the water, panting, trembling.
It should have been enough.
It wasn’t.
Before the aftershocks had even fully subsided, Gyuvin was moving. He stood, water cascading from them, and lifted Ricky as if he weighed nothing. He pinned him against the cool, tiled wall, Ricky’s legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
“Again,” Gyuvin demanded, his voice shattered.
And Ricky, spent and pliant, just nodded, a dazed, blissful smile on his swollen lips. “Yours.”
This time was harder, faster. A relentless pounding against the wall, punctuated by slick, wet slaps of skin and Ricky’s gasped, incoherent praises. Gyuvin bit him again, on the shoulder, not to feed, but to mark. To brand. He lost count of the times Ricky clenched around him, of the times his own release was wrung from him, each feeling like the first, each a new layer of possession.
Sometime later, minutes, hours, he didn’t know, they managed to wash. The motions were slow, clumsy, hands sliding over oversensitive skin. They stumbled to the bed, collapsing into the damp sheets in a tangle of limbs.
Gyuvin pulled Ricky close, his lips brushing against Ricky's ear. "I love you, Ricky, my Kim Ricky" he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "I always have. I always will."
Ricky turned his head, his lips brushing against Gyuvin's. "I love you too, Gyuvin," he whispered, his eyes filled with a love that transcended lifetimes. Love that he yet to grasp. Love that is burned into his soul from countless lifetimes they've spent together, in each other's embrace.And in that moment, Gyuvin knew that he would do anything to protect Ricky, to keep him safe, to make him happy. Even if it meant giving up his immortality, his vampiric nature. Because love, true love, was worth any sacrifice. Ricky was worth any sacrifices, even his own life.
Darkness crept in at the edges of Gyuvin’s vision. Ricky was already asleep, breathing soft and even against his collarbone, a living tapestry of Gyuvin’s desire.
But Gyuvin fought the pull of sleep for one last moment. He turned his head, his lips brushing the shell of Ricky’s ear. His voice, when it came, was a dark, possessive whisper, a vow etched in the silence.
“Sleep, princess. And know this… I will hunt anyone, anyone, who ever looks at you with anything more than passing glance. Their eyes will be the last thing they lose.”