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Without any other choice, Heeseung just killed his prey in front of him.
He made Riki kneel and watch as he’d drained a man dry in front of him.
It took longer than expected.
Riki’d had to dig his nails into his flesh to control himself when he first smelled blood. When the smell intensified, blood thick in the air, Riki broke the skin on his palms, dug his nails in hard and focused on the pain instead of the scent.
Ten tiny crescent marks bleed on his palms now, but he’d managed to follow Heeseung’s order. He’d sat like a good dog and watched.
It had been terrifying and fascinating at once, to see the man’s skin grow pale as Heeseung’s grew flushed.
He couldn’t help but think of the warm flesh, of the unfamiliar heat that is surely between Heeseung’s legs. He’s wet there and Riki can smell it, has been able to since Heeseung first sank his teeth into his victim’s neck. He can imagine it, the slick slide of warm skin, can almost hear it as Heeseung shifts on the balls of his feet before him.
Heeseung tugs at his hair, snapping him out of his thoughts. Riki blinks up at him.
“Don't get distracted.”
He makes a face and nudges Riki’s slightly tented pants with the tip of his shoe. Riki's cheeks flush with shame and he looks away.
He’d been robbed of his usual outlet as punishment for interrupting the vampire's little feast. There had been no opportunity for release.
Now, more than a little drunk and pent up, his body responds too eagerly to the boot that digs into his cock.
He inhales sharply when he feels Heeseung press the tip of his boot down, biting back a moan. Heeseung frowns at the noise and then presses down harder, crushing him under his heel. Riki cries out, his head falling forward. Still, his cock hardens under Heeseung’s boot, despite the pain. He hates himself for it.
Heeseung notices, looking down at him and chuckling softly.
He tuts, before pressing his foot down again. Riki doubles over in pain, his hands closing on Heeseung’s ankle to try to pry it off. Heeseung doesn’t budge, rubbing his foot in rough, painful strokes. Riki unsuccessfully bites back a moan, the sound embarrassingly desperate.
Riki didn't have the nerve to admit how much he want this.
Heeseung steps closer and god, Riki can feel the heat of him. It radiates off of him, so at odds with the cold floor beneath him, with the chill of his own undead skin. He looks at his hands, the rug under him, anything but Heeseung.
Heeseung reaches down and takes his hand in his, then guides it to the front of his pants.
Riki hesitates, but places his hand there. Heeseung holds it, covering it with his to keep it in place.
“How does it feel?” he asks.
“…warm,” Riki says, avoiding his eyes again.
Heeseung moves his hand, guiding him to feel more of him. He traces the seam of his pants with his index finger, following it to the apex of his thighs, where the heat is most pronounced. He inhales when he feels it.
He meets Heeseung’s eyes from where he kneels, getting a good look at them for the first time since he’d fed. They’re darker than normal, glassy. His pupils are blown wide, the red of his irises reduced to slivers. Riki's breath catches when he sees them.
After a moment, the two of them share a familiar look, one Riki's seen too many times to count. He wanted him too.
Heeseung undoes the laces on his pants, then pulls them down and steps out of them, which surprises Riki. He surprises him again by removing his shirt, until he’s standing bare and Riki is fully clothed at his feet.
Riki looks up at Heeseung, heart racing as he takes in the sight of his nude body, admiring his beauty. Before he can think about it too hard, Heeseung pushes his head down, so he’s facing the smooth, pale skin between his thighs. He inhales, his nose just inches from Heeseung’s flesh, and breathes in the scent of him.
Riki opens his mouth, then licks a long, slow stripe up Heeseung’s seam, the way he likes him to start. He takes a breath, before dipping his tongue in and parting the folds, gently.
He moans softly into Heeseung when the heat and taste of him hit, closing his eyes.
Heeseung’s hand in his hair tightens at the sound.
He focuses, quickly finding Heeseung’s clit and pressing his tongue flat against it. Heeseung twitches under his tongue and pulls him closer. Riki begins to work.
Somehow, this position is as natural as standing to Riki by now. But Heeseung tonight is so warm, so lush under his tongue that it’s too much pleasure.
Where Heeseung’s skin is warm elsewhere, it’s hot here, at his core. So different than the cool slickness of him Riki has grown accustomed to. It feels good under his tongue, the warmth. Riki's eyes are hooded as he works.
Above him, Heeseung is quiet, as he always is, never letting Riki hear his pleasure. He can feel it though, in the way he clenches around his tongue, the subtle shifting of his stance, how he presses into his mouth. Heeseung’s nails scratch at his scalp and RIki makes a soft sound against his flesh.
His eyes close as he closes his mouth around Heeseung’s clit and sucks, flicking it with his tongue. He’s aching in his pants, trying desperately to keep his hands in his lap and not on his cock.
Yet, some sick part of him wants to grind against Heeseung’s leg just for the friction and the warmth. He banishes it from his mind, disgusted at himself. He has to remind himself that this is supposed to be a punishment for interrupting Heeseung's feast.
Heeseung suddenly pulls away from him and gently pushes him down. Riki lets him.
Now he's lying down on the rug. Heeseung is on him in seconds, straddling his face. He doesn’t immediately sit down and Riki looks up at him, breathless. He takes in the sight of him as he holds himself up, the unusual pink of his lips, swollen and slick, glistening.
Heeseung hovers over his face, watching him, before lowering himself a little. Riki reflexively sticks his tongue out, but doesn’t make contact. Heeseung holds himself just out of reach, centimeters away. He softly chuckles above him.
“Desperate for it now, aren’t you?”
He surely is annoying. Riki's face goes red and he puts his tongue back in his mouth quickly, humiliated.
Heeseung reaches behind him and touches the front of Riki's pants, tutting when he feels the wetness there. His cock is painfully hard, the damp spot on the fabric large and growing. He can’t help but press into Heeseung’s fingers when they close around him.
Heeseung smiles, then rewards him by shifting forward and slowly lowering himself down, just barely meeting the tip of Riki's tongue. He suddenly pulls back again and Riki, irritated, groans.
Heeseung lets out a small laugh.
Riki just closes his eyes as Heeseung begins to stroke him, too lightly and too slowly through his wet pants. It offers no relief, only makes it worse. He desperately wants to take himself in hand and finish it.
Then, finally, Heeseung lowers himself down properly this time, seating himself on Riki's face. Riki licks into him as he settles, then lies still as Heeseung takes the reins.
It’s messy and Heeseung is merciless, his claws digging into Riki's scalp as he rocks into him, getting his face wet. Before long, the scent of him is everywhere, filling all of his senses, until it’s all Riki can think about.
He focuses on pleasing Heeseung as much as possible.
Heeseung, relentless tonight, rides Riki roughly, keeping him pinned. He undulates above him, grinding against his tongue. The blood seems to have made him more energetic, more demanding than he already is. Riki tries his best to keep up, breathing hard beneath him, his jaw aching.
Before long, Heeseung finishes on his tongue with an almost inaudible sigh, his thighs trembling slightly. Riki, desperate, very nearly finishes in his clothes at the feeling of him pulsing around him, gasping against Heeseung’s flesh. Heeseung continues to grind into him after, chasing every last drop of pleasure. Riki watches, eyes hazy, as his hyung uses him.
When he’s finally finished, Heeseung pulls back to look at Riki, who pants beneath him, his face slick and wet. They hold eye contact, both breathing heavily.
Heeseung holds his eye a second longer, then moves, pressing once again against Riki's lips. Riki sighs in relief, then offers up his tongue.
Riki, tired and starving, is slower this time, but Heeseung, freshly fed, is frantic in his movements, insatiable. He takes and Riki gives and gives, working until his jaw hurts.
He gets Heeseung off twice more before he finally pulls off, panting where he sits on Riki's chest. Riki watches him as he slides back, slowly caressing his pants before beginning to unbutton them, meeting his eye.
His gaze screamed him that he wasn't finished with Riki yet.
His breath catches as Heeseung abruptly yanks his pants down his hips.
He slowly wraps a hand around his cock, then looks into his eyes. Riki swallows, not ready for what’s about to happen.
Heeseung holds his gaze for a second longer, before straddling his hips, a leg on either side of Riki's torso. Riki watches, his gaze flicking between Heeseung’s eyes and his cock, nervous.
Heeseung takes a breath, then slowly sinks down onto him, guiding him inside.
Riki gasps sharply, his nails scrabbling at the rug beneath him.
Heeseung is on his cock.
Riki can barely process it. Heeseung is so hot, so tight around him, slicked with his own saliva. He tenses under him, trying not to buck into him like an animal.
“Wait–” he gasps as Heeseung fully seats himself, too fast. Heeseung grabs him by the throat and Riki's cock twitches inside him.
Heeseung sighs, before closing his eyes. He takes a breath and Riki takes one too. Then, he starts to move.
Heeseung keeps his eyes closed, clearly not wanting to think about Riki under him. He wonders, of course, who or what is going through his mind, but he can't and wouldn’t ask. He doesn't want to know the answer.
He watches Heeseung’s face as he lifts himself up and down, setting the pace as he takes what he wants.
He lifts almost completely off every time, then drops himself down and grinds in small circles. Riki takes mental notes on his technique, then starts to help him. He raises and lowers his own hips, adjusting based on Heeseung’s reactions.
Pleasure was written on Heeseung’s face. It’s strange to see him look so content and Riki can’t look away, fascinated. It feels voyeuristic, like he’s seeing something he shouldn’t.
“Faster,” Heeseung whispers, after a few moments. It’s a demand but it’s spoken so softly.
He quickly obliges him, picking up the pace.
Heeseung’s eyes close tighter and Riki hears him panting and then, shockingly, the tiniest of moans as his head falls forward. Riki inhales when he hears it, his eyes widening. Heeseung does it again and he takes that as a cue to move even faster, rocking up into him. Heeseung begins to make more soft sounds above him, sounds that torture Riki's mind on dark and long nights.
It makes it so much harder to hold on.
He moans and thrusts up, hard, when he feels Heeseung starting to clench around him, like his body is trying to pull him in even deeper. Above him, Heeseung whines and Riki has to screw his eyes shut to keep himself in check. He keeps the pace as Heeseung clenches around him, whispering something inaudible to himself, something not meant for Riki's ears. He doesn’t try to hear it. He’d rather not know.
Heeseung finishes with a soft, breathy moan, rising all the way up and then slamming himself down on Riki, impaling himself as deeply as he can. He sighs blissfully, twitching in the aftershocks of pleasure as he flutters around Riki, who taps his thigh desperately, trying to get him off.
He’s so close he can barely think, his control slipping. The sound and feel of Heeseung above and around him, swirled a pleasure that threatens to consume him. He grips Heeseung’s thigh frantically, starting to tense inside him.
Heeseung mercifully lifts off and Riki comes immediately, whimpering as he spills all over his stomach. Heeseung wrinkles his nose at the sight, then slides off and sits beside him where he lies on the floor.
Beside him, Heeseung adjusts his hair, combing dark strands back into place silently, his eyes fixed on the rug under them. When it becomes clear he isn’t going to say anything, Riki throws an arm over his face, then tries to catch his breath.
Eventually, they both turn and look at each other.
Riki opens his mouth, then pauses and closes it. He’s not sure what to say. He glances at Heeseung where he sits next to him on the floor.
Looking at him, Riki is struck by the strangeness of the evening. None of it seems real to him.
His hyung, who he has a huge crush since he first meet him, is sitting beside him, calmly combing a knot out of his hair.
And god, the sounds he’d made. Riki will never forget them.
Heeseung suddenly grips his chin then, interrupting his thoughts. He drapes himself over him, and there’s a look in his eyes, something unfamiliar. It makes Riki nervous.
He examines his face for a long moment, then bends down and kisses his lips.
Riki freezes.
Heeseung sighs and kisses him again, cupping the back of his neck. He gently strokes the skin there, a gesture that takes a moment for Riki to recognize as comfort.
Riki relaxes into them. He accepts the scrap of warmth, despite the pounding in his chest.
Heeseung pulls back and looks into his eyes, expectant. Riki takes a breath, then reluctantly kisses him back.
Heeseung makes a contented sound, then kisses him again, deeper this time. His lips are warm against Riki's, softer than he has expected.
He moans quietly when Heeseung’s tongue meets his.
He tastes like blood, metallic and sharp. Riki's fangs ache in his mouth as he licks into Heeseung’s.
They kiss softly at first, then hungrily, frantically. Heeseung’s lips are hateful against his, demanding. Riki holds his own, his own kisses growing rougher to match his hyung's.
Before long, Riki can barely breathe, Heeseung kissing him like he wants to swallow him whole, like he wants to tear him to pieces. It’s all teeth and tongues and hands scrabbling at each other for purchase, nails digging into flesh.
It’s more of a fight than kissing, but it feels good to fight with him, like this.
Riki takes the opportunity for release and runs with it. Five years of pure yearning and reluctant lust, pours out of him and into the press of his lips, the scratch of his nails, as he rolls with Heeseung on the rug.
Heeseung pins him down by the wrists and Riki rolls them over, shoving his tongue into Heeseung’s mouth. Heeseung bites his lip, hard, then rolls them again. Riki grabs his silky blond hair, tugging at it as he kisses him back, hot and open-mouthed. He shoves his knee between Heeseung’s legs and Heeseung surprises him by grinding against it.
Riki sits up and tugs Heeseung up with him, trying to pull him into his lap. Heeseung shoves him onto his back, then goes down with him, pinning him down again. He bites down and splits Riki's lip as he hits the floor.
Riki cries out, then bites him back, sinking his fangs into Heeseung’s lip. Heeseung hisses into his mouth and Riki moans, the taste of blood blooming on his tongue as he licks Heeseung’s torn flesh.
He rolls them, then slips two fingers into Heeseung’s cunt as he pins one of his wrists down.
He’s playing with fire, crossing several lines at once, but Heeseung lets it happen. He snarls into Riki's mouth, a vicious sound that tapers off into a strangled moan as he curls his fingers just right.
There’s a strange power in having made Heeseung make a sound like that. Riki relishes the feeling, chuckling into his mouth. Heeseung bites his lip in retaliation, much harder than before, his fangs piercing the flesh.
Riki hisses in pain and Heeseung breaks out of his hold, then grabs him by the hair, forcing his head down.
Riki follows the unspoken order, moving down his torso and lying down between his legs. Heeseung looks down at him, eyes wild and lips bloody, spreading his legs.
He pants, breathless.
And Riki realizes once again that he is capable of doing anything Heeseung asks of him just to please the older one if it means he won't need anyone but him.