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Mingi had been fine, despite the fact that San had decided to be a traitor and go spend time with vampires who weren't him, but he had been fine.
Until Yunho had to leave for a week-long trip for a 'gaming' convention, leaving him behind. Three days ago, He had managed to burn his arm by falling asleep on the windowsill, and the rays of the rising sun had steadily burned off layers of his skin for a whole two hours until he had woken up from the sensation. So now, he was confined indoors and deprived of going on a trip with his mate, especially because the convention was a human event and hence during daytime. And Yunho had dug his heels in against Mingi getting exposed to sunlight even with a Moonstone.
Thankfully, Hongjoong had pitied Mingi and allowed him to sleep with him in his bed, even though Mingi tended to sprawl like an octopus in his sleep.
That had lasted for only two days before Hongjoong had kicked him out after getting a knee to the ribs.
So now he was was sulking in the living room, wrapped in Yunho’s favorite cardigan, one of those that he'd gotten custom made to not be short on his too long limbs. Hence the sleeves hanging past his fingertips. He scrolled through his phone with exaggerated sighs, casting glances at Hongjoong every few minutes, hopeful, then disappointed when Hongjoong refused to acknowledge him.
Hongjoong, meanwhile, was reading a book, an actual, physical book, because despite embracing technology, he refused to go prematurely blind. Vampire vision did get cloudy with age and inactivity, although by age he meant post millenium. And because the books were easier to read, and familiar.
He hadn't been reading the book for the past few minutes, not with Mingi's sighing and shuffling.
"Stop staring," he muttered, flipping a page to start reading again. Mingi whined, flopping sideways on the couch until his head dangled off the edge, his silver hair brushing the floor.
He saw Mingi settle down a bit, legs sinking into the cushions quietly while his back went flat on the floor. Suspicious.
Three pages later he heard a soft click.
"Mingi," he warned, "Don't point the lens towards me."
The younger vampire froze, fingers tightening around the phone. He blinked up at Hongjoong with exaggerated innocence, lips pursed in a poorly concealed pout. "Hyung, I wasn't" he started, his deep voice voice petulant in that particular way that always meant trouble. Hongjoong didn't even bother looking up from his book this time. He'd learned.
Mingi sighed dramatically, rolling back onto the sofa and kicking his feet up behind him like an irritated teenager. Hongjoong ignored him, until the sensation of being watched started tingling again. He turned, only to see the camera pointed once more towards him, his own reflection looking back at him from the little black circle.
He hated seeing himself in that. Mirrors and other big reflections were common, his image was big enough that his brain could logically identify it as himself. But tinier reflections, especially ones staring at him felt like a weird threat.
Hongjoong scoffed, snapping his book shut with a sharply. "You're pushing your luck," he said, though there was no real bite to his tone.
Mingi grinned, clearly emboldened by the lack of immediate retaliation. He wiggled the phone tauntingly, fingers poised over the record button. "Hyung," he sing-songed, "say cheese!" Hongjoong rolled his eyes, but Mingi's grin only widened, his fangs peeking out. "I wanna send a video to Yunho and Sannie."
This brat.
One second he had been lounging in the armchair, the next he had Mingi pinned facedown on the couch, his wrist twisted just enough to make him yelp. The phone clattered to the floor, screen-side up, still recording. Hongjoong smirked, pressing his knee into the small of Mingi's back. "You really thought you'd get away with it twice?" he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. Mingi squirmed, but he refused to let him go. There were some benefits to having a durable vampire as your partner for the night.
"Hyunggg," Mingi whined, "I'm bored! Yunho's gone, San's out having fun, and you won't even let me 'breathe' funny without growling at me."
Hongjoong rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched. "You could have gone with San if you'd wanted to."
Mingi was warm beneath him from the warmed blood bag he'd given him an hour earlier, radiating restless energy like a caged animal. He could feel the younger vampire's pulse fluttering under his fingers, rapid but steady, no real fear, just the thrill of being caught. Brat. "You're insufferable," Hongjoong muttered, but he loosened his grip slightly, just enough for Mingi to twist onto his back.
Mingi blinked up at him, eyes wide and guileless, lips curled in a tentative smile. "But you love me," he chirped, batting his lashes.
Hongjoong snorted, nudging Mingi's thigh with his knee. "Debatable."
Mingi's grin widened, and before Hongjoong could react, he'd hooked a leg around his waist and flipped them both, sending Hongjoong sprawling onto the couch with an undignified grunt. Mingi straddled his hips, triumphant, fingers pressing into Hongjoong's shoulders with just enough pressure to make his point. "You're getting slow, old man," he teased, leaning down until his breath ghosted over Hongjoong's cheek.
Hongjoong's eyebrow twitched. Slow? Him? That little fool. He'd been sipping tea and reading philosophy since before Mingi's ancestors were a twinkle in their great-great-grandfather's eye. He bared his fangs in a slow smirk, letting his hands settle on Mingi's waist, then flipped 'him' right back into the cushions, pinning him with a forearm across his throat. "Care to repeat that?" he purred, watching Mingi's pupils dilate with a mix of fear and arousal.
Mingi wheezed out a laugh, squirming, but Hongjoong knew this dance. The bratting, the theatrics, it was Mingi's way of asking for attention without saying it outright. He wasn't like San asking, more like demanding, cuddles, affection, gifts, attention, sometimes the blood from Hongjoong's own neck. Mingi was a shy thing, and the only way he'd learned to get what he wanted was through gimmick and bravado.
"Hyung," Mingi whined, drawing out the syllable until it cracked. His lower lip jutted out, the picture of wounded pride, but Hongjoong caught the mischievous glint in his eyes before he could hide it. "You're crushing me."
Hongjoong scoffed. Him? Crushing Mingi? Preposterous. Him with his short height and slighter frame, was crushing Mingi? A 6 ft tall vampire made of muscles? Ha. "You're fine," he muttered, though his grip loosened fractionally.
Mingi took the opportunity to squirm, his knee nudging Hongjoong's thigh, testing, prodding, until Hongjoong sighed and rolled his eyes. "What do you want, brat?"
Mingi's nose scrunched up, his pout deepening as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not a brat" he huffed.
"Yeah? If you weren't you'd have asked for what you wanted by now, like San does."
Mingi's eyes narrowed, his fangs flashing briefly in indignation. "San is a simp!" he grumbled, wiggling under Hongjoong's weight. "I'm not-". His words dissolved into a frustrated groan when Hongjoong merely arched a brow, unmoved.
Hongjoong sighed, shifting his grip to pin Mingi's wrists above his head. "Then what is it?" he murmured patiently, making Mingi's defiance waver. He squirmed, cheeks flushing pink under the scrutiny, before his shoulders slumped. His lower lip trembled, just slightly, but Hongjoong caught it. "Yunho's been gone for three days!" Mingi whined softer and plaintive. "And you keep, you keep, " He gestured vaguely with his chin, unable to free his hands.
He loosened his grip, thumbs brushing Mingi's pulse points absently, who exhaled sharply, eyelashes fluttering as Hongjoong's fingers trailed down his arms, tracing the sunburn over the bandages. Mingi shuddered, pressing into the touch like a cat seeking warmth.
"You could've just said so," Hongjoong muttered, more to himself than Mingi.
Centuries had honed Hongjoong's patience, but Mingi's particular brand of brattiness, all sharp edges masking vulnerability, always tugged at something primal in him. He shifted his weight, letting his knee press between Mingi's thighs, gratified by the hitch in his breath.
"You're insatiable," he murmured, watching Mingi's pupils dilate further. Mingi squirmed, hips canting unconsciously.
Hongjoong traced the column of his neck with the blunt edge of a fingernail, slow, deliberate. "Is this what you wanted? Yunho's not here so you want hyung to play with you instead?"
He remembered the time when he and Yunho had discovered that they could indulge in a lot more affection as vampires than they'd been allowed as humans, a few years before Mingi and then San had joined them. And they had fucked and hunted in an endless cycle for a few years, bodies littered with bites and scratches, a claim in the world where they had no one but each other. Then Yunho had found his match in Mingi, and Hongjoong had found San to fawn over. And the emotions had eventually calmed down between caring and teaching two newborns the ways of their world. But sometimes, on languid days or after perilous encounters, they still indulged in an exchange of pleasure and affection.
Mingi's breath hitched, his fingers flexing where they were still pinned above his head. His cheeks flushed darker, the pink blooming down his neck, disappearing under the oversized sweater. Hongjoong smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of Mingi's ear. "Use your words," he murmured, nipping lightly at the lobe.
The younger vampire shuddered, his hips canting up instinctively, seeking friction. "Hyung," he breathed, voice cracking around the edges. "I..." He swallowed hard, his pulse fluttering under Hongjoong's fingertips like a trapped canary.
Hongjoong chuckled, low and rough, pressing his knee harder against Mingi's thigh, relishing the way the fledgling shuddered beneath him. "That's it," he coaxed, lips grazing Mingi's jaw. "Tell hyung what you need darling." His fangs scraped lightly over the sensitive skin beneath Mingi's ear, teasing.
Mingi whined, fingers twisting in Hongjoong's sleeves, his breath coming faster. "Hyung, please," he gasped, arching up against him. He loved how easy it was to push Mingi due toh his bashfulness.
"Alright," Hongjoong murmured, fingers tightening around Mingi's wrists. In one smooth motion, he hauled the younger vampire upright and off the couch, ignoring Mingi's yelp of surprise. Mingi stumbled, knees buckling slightly, but Hongjoong caught him effortlessly, arm looping around his waist. "Upstairs."
Mingi made a soft noise of protest, but Hongjoong ignored it, steering him towards the stairs with a firm hand at the small of his back. The younger vampire stumbled slightly, his socked feet catching on the edge of a rug, still as clumsy as he had been when he'd been alive. Hongjoong didn't know personally, other than from Yunho's descriptions. He hadn't known or seen Mingi until Yunho had one day gone and turned back up at their doorstep with his 'mate'. A newborn.
Vampires did not have any distinct scent as wolf shifters did, but you could smell basic biological processes very slightly if you tried very hard. And Hongjoong’s fangs ached because he could already smell the arousal.
Sex and social taboos meant a lot less when one left humanity behind. Sex between mates was an expression of love, but here, it was an indulgence of instincts and dynamics. There was a reason their venom had two effects on humans. Humans submitted due to two reasons, either out of fear, or for pleasure. And as it turned out that vampires were the same.
And here, having Mingi all eager for him, Mingi who was his own fledgling in all but the actual bite, made Hongjoong want to bite and claim, to keep him satisfied him while Yunho was gone, to keep him sated and safe, until Yunho returned home.
Hongjoong had barely shut the bedroom door behind them before Mingi was pressing against him, fingers clutching at his shirt, breath hot against his throat. "Hyung," Mingi gasped, voice trembling with need, "please, I...I " Hongjoong silenced him with a hand fisting in his hair, tilting his head back to expose the long line of his throat. Mingi keened, his pulse fluttering under Hongjoong's thumb.
"You're going to be good for me, aren't you?" he murmured, lips grazing the shell of Mingi's ear. Mingi nodded frantically, his hips canting forward, seeking friction even as he held him still. He chuckled darkly, tightening his grip. "Words, Mingi."
"Yes, yes, hyung, I'll be good," Mingi gasped, voice breaking.
Hongjoong smirked, dragging his fangs lightly down Mingi’s throat without breaking skin. "Good." He shoved Mingi backward onto the bed, watching him sprawl across the sheets, chest heaving. He helped Mingi pull off his sweater, careful of the bandaged burn on his arm. They did not use bandages to prevent infections, there was no bacterial species that could colonise on their tissue, but it did make the wounds easier to keep clean of dust and particles and prevented clothes from staining.
Hongjoong climbed over him, caging him in with his arms, his weight pressing Mingi deeper into the mattress. Mingi squirmed, his breath hitching as Hongjoong’s knee nudged between his thighs. "Stay still," he instructed, lips brushing Mingi’s collarbone. Mingi whimpered but obeyed, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Hongjoong dragged his tongue along the column of Mingi’s throat, slow, deliberate, savoring the way the fledgling shuddered beneath him. He could taste the salt of Mingi’s skin, the lingering sweetness of the blood bag he’d had earlier, the faint metallic tang of his sunburn healing. His fangs ached with the urge to sink in, to claim, to mark Mingi as his while Yunho was away. Not permanently, never permanently, but enough to soothe the restless energy thrumming under Mingi’s skin.
Not now. Patience.
Mingi whined, arching up seeking friction, but Hongjoong pressed him deeper into the mattress with a growl. "Little one." he chided, nipping at Mingi’s earlobe. "Didn’t you promise to be good?" Mingi’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing in the sheets, but he stilled, chest rising and falling rapidly. Hongjoong smirked, trailing his lips down to Mingi’s collarbone, biting just hard enough to make him gasp. "That’s it. Let hyung take care of you."
The scent of Mingi’s arousal thickened, heady and warm, mingling with the lingering traces of Yunho’s preferred mist clinging to his skin. Hongjoong inhaled deeply, letting the familiarity of it coil low in his gut. His fingers traced the hem of Mingi’s shirt, slipping beneath to skim over the taut muscles of his abdomen.
Mingi shuddered, a soft sound escaping him.
Hongjoong’s lips curled. "Always so eager," he murmured, pressing his palm flat against Mingi’s stomach, feeling the rapid flutter beneath. "Even when you’re being spoiled rotten. No matter how much Yunho gives you."
Mingi whined, hips twitching. "Hyung, " he gasped, fingers scrabbling at Hongjoong's shoulders. "You know Yun doesn't, " His words dissolved into a moan as Hongjoong's hand slipped lower, tracing the outline of Mingi's cock through his velvet trousers.
Hongjoong chuckled. "Oh, I know exactly how Yunho takes you," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Mingi's ear. "Me and San have plenty to hear everyday."
Mingi sighed, the sound catching in his throat as Hongjoong’s fingers tightened around him through the fabric. He was already half-hard, heat radiating against Hongjoong’s palm. "Yunho likes taking his time with you, doesn’t he?" Hongjoong mused, dragging his thumb in slow circles. "But that's not how you want it now, is it?" Mingi shook his head, biting his lip hard enough to dimple the flesh.
Hongjoong remembered watching them a few decades ago.
Yunho, flushed and panting, gripping Mingi's thighs like he had been holding onto sanity itself, murmuring sweet nothings between curses as he worked Mingi open with painstaking patience. Yunho was built like a Renaissance sculpture and proportioned accordingly, something Hongjoong knew firsthand from their early years together. Hongjoong, in contrast, could be mercilessly efficient when he wanted to be. He'd learned long ago that Mingi liked being manhandled, craved the press of fingers against bruises, the scrape of fangs when he was already oversensitive. He didn't need the same careful prep Yunho insisted on, because Hongjoong was luckily or unluckily was slightly above average sized. Good enough to get started with moderate prep.
"Yunho has to stretch you open for ages, doesn't he?" he murmured, dragging Mingi's sweatpants down his hips with one sharp tug. Mingi gasped, thighs trembling as cool air hit heated skin. "Poor thing. All that patience when what you really want is to be taken urgently." He traced the crease of Mingi's thigh with his index finger, teasing, before dipping lower to press against his entrance. Mingi arched off the bed with a choked noise.
Hongjoong smirked. "Begging already?" He licked his palm slowly, watching Mingi's pupils blow wider, before wrapping his fingers around Mingi's cock. The tip was already leaking, flushed deep red against his fist. Hongjoong thumbed the slit, relishing Mingi's full-body shudder. "Look at you. Precious little thing, dripping just from hyung's voice." He twisted his wrist, the drag deliberate, cruel in its lightness.
Mingi whimpered, his heels digging into the sheets. "Please, please " His fingers flexed against Hongjoong's shoulders, blunt nails catching fabric.
Hongjoong ignored him, stroking Mingi in slow, lazy pulls, his other hand pressing Mingi's thigh open wider.
"Hyung, I can't- " His voice cracked, his back arching as Hongjoong twisted his wrist again, tighter this time.
Mingi thrashed beneath him, fingers clawing at Hongjoong’s sleeves, his breathing ragged. He twisted his hips instinctively, trying to escape the relentless rhythm, but Hongjoong pinned him with a knee between his thighs, pressing down until Mingi whined, his cock twitching helplessly against Hongjoong’s palm. "Stop squirming," Hongjoong growled.
But Mingi didn’t stop. His instincts flared, fight or flight, even when flight wasn’t an option. He wrenched an arm free and shoved at Hongjoong’s shoulder, baring his fangs in a snarl that lacked any real threat. Hongjoong’s eyes gleamed.
"Oh?" He released Mingi’s cock abruptly, catching his wrist mid-strike and twisting until Mingi gasped, his body arching off the bed. "You want to play rough?"
Mingi’s chest heaved, pupils swallowing his irises as he hissed, testing Hongjoong’s grip. It was futile, they both knew it, but the thrill of resistance curled hot in Mingi’s gut. His free hand clawed at his forearm, blunt nails scoring red lines across pale skin.
Hongjoong laughed, low and dark, before flipping Mingi onto his stomach in one fluid motion.
Mingi gasped, face pressed into the sheets, hips pinned under Hongjoong’s weight. His fingers twisted in the fabric, knuckles whitening as Hongjoong leaned down, breath ghosting over the nape of Mingi’s neck. “Still want to test my composure? Such an insolent fledgling I have...” His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of the neck where Yunho’s claiming bite sat.
Mingi bucked, teeth snapping towards Hongjoong’s wrist by his head, not to bite, not truly, but to provoke. Hongjoong caught him by the hair, his claws pricking Mingi’s scalp in warning. "Shush."
But Mingi only snarled louder, hips jerking back in a desperate grind against Hongjoong’s thigh, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Hongjoong exhaled through his nose, patience fraying. He’d indulged Mingi’s brattiness long enough.
With a growl that vibrated through Mingi’s spine, Hongjoong sank his fangs into the soft flesh of Mingi’s nape, just beside Yunho’s claiming mark.
Mingi’s entire body went rigid for one breathless second, then melted like wax under his jaws. A high, thin whine escaped his throat as venom flooded his system, the fight draining from his limbs all at once. His fingers uncurled from their death grip on the sheets, palms turning slack and open against the rumpled fabric. Hongjoong held him there, fangs buried deep, until Mingi’s trembling subsided into small, shivery aftershocks, his breathing evening out into something slow and viscous.
When Hongjoong finally pulled back, Mingi didn’t stir, his cheek smushed against the mattress, lips parted around soft, dazed exhales. His pupils were blown so wide that they swallowed the warm brown of his irises. He ran his tongue over the twin puncture marks, sucking at the blood beginning to well until he had a mouthful.
Mingi keened in the back of his throat, hips rutting against the sheets instinctively, but Hongjoong pressed him back down with a firm palm between his shoulder blades.
"So pliant," Hongjoong murmured, lips brushing the flushed skin of Mingi’s spine. "So ready for hyung." His fingers traced the delicate ridges of Mingi’s ribs, down to the dip of his waist.
Mingi sighed, his eyelids fluttering as the venom curled through his veins, turning his limbs liquid. His thighs trembled where they were spread open, the hollows behind his knees damp with sweat. He pressed a kiss to the small of his back, savoring the way Mingi shuddered beneath him, his breath hitching when Hongjoong’s nails scraped lightly over his hipbone.
"Stay," Hongjoong murmured, though Mingi couldn’t have moved if he tried, not with the venom running through his bloodstream. He traced the curve of Mingi’s spine with his tongue, slow and deliberate, down to the swell of his ass.
Mingi gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets as Hongjoong spread him open, the air cool against his exposed skin.
Hongjoong didn’t tease.
He dug his fingers into the meat of Mingi’s thighs and licked a stripe over his hole, relishing the way Mingi jerked beneath him, a broken noise tearing from his throat. He made a garbled noise, his hips canting back instinctively, seeking more. Hongjoong smirked against his skin, biting the soft flesh of his inner thigh just hard enough to bruise before laving his tongue over the spot in apology.
Mingi squeaked, his thighs trembling where they were pinned open.
Hongjoong pressed his tongue inside without preamble, savoring the way Mingi clenched around him, his body quivering despite the lack of strength in his muscles. He dragged his tongue deeper with a groan, until Mingi started writhing, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets for purchase. "Fuck, hyung, please" Mingi sobbed, words slurring, but Hongjoong curled his tongue just right, hitting the spot that had Mingi seeing stars.
Hongjoong pulled back just enough to bite the swell of Mingi’s ass, sharp enough to draw a startled yelp when the edge of his canine sliced the pale skin. He licked up the blood that beaded at the little cut.
Mingi’s thighs trembled violently, his cock dripping onto the sheets beneath him, untouched and aching. "Patience," Hongjoong murmured against his skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh where thigh met hip. Mingi whined high in his throat, his hips jerking back helplessly, chasing the heat of Hongjoong’s mouth.
"Do you think Yunho would like to see the marks, the next time he fucks you?" he mused, nipping the round muscles right in the middle again.
Mingi keened, his shoulders tensing against the sheets at his words making him laugh. "You like that idea, hmm? I'll dress you up before he comes back tonight," he said, making Mingi raise his head up, Yunho was coming home early?
"A little surprise for him when he unwraps you."
Hongjoong chuckled darkly at the realization dawning on Mingi's face, eyes blown wide, lips parting around a silent gasp. He dragged his tongue over Mingi’s hole again, slow and filthy, savoring the way his fledgling trembled beneath him. "You’re going to be so pretty for him," he murmured, pressing his thumbs into the dimples of Mingi’s lower back. "All marked up, still loose from hyung’s tongue."
Mingi whined, high and reedy, his hips twitching helplessly as Hongjoong closed hislips against the furled muscle and sucked.
The sound Mingi made was obscene, his fingers twisting in the sheets, his thighs shaking where they were spread open. Hongjoong groaned against him, the vibration sending Mingi arching off the bed with a punched-out gasp. "Fuck, you sound so good Mingi-yah." Hongjoong growled, dragging his fangs lightly over the sensitive skin, just enough to tease.
Mingi sobbed, his cock dripping onto the sheets beneath him, untouched and aching. "Please, hyung, want" he gasped, his voice cracking as Hongjoong dragged his tongue over him again, slow and filthy. The venom had loosened his limbs but sharpened every sensation.
Hongjoong hummed against him, the vibrations sending tremors through Mingi's thighs. "Shhh, you're alright" he murmured, biting the soft flesh of Mingi's inner thigh hard enough for his fangs to sink in, a few drops of blood welling up that Hongjoong quickly licked up. He pulled back, fingers tracing the curve of Mingi's hips, pressing into the bruises already forming. Mingi whined, his breath hitching when Hongjoong flipped him onto his back in one smooth motion, his legs falling open bonelessly. The sight of him was obscene, chest heaving, lips swollen where he'd bitten them, cock flushed deep red against his stomach, flushed red angrily and dripping.
"Look at you," Hongjoong murmured, dragging his thumb through the mess on Mingi's stomach, smearing it across his abs. "Such an exquisite plaything for your mate and his sire".
He chuckled when Mingi's cock twitched at his words before settling between his thighs, pressing them together with firm hands. Mingi gasped, his thighs trembling where they were pressed flush, the heat of Hongjoong's cock against his skin sending sparks through his veins. Hongjoong rocked forward slowly, the drag between Mingi's cheeks slick with pre-cum and saliva.
Mingi whimpered, his fingers scrabbling at Hongjoong's hands on his thigh, blunt nails digging into flesh.
"Hush little one," Hongjoong murmured, pressing deeper, his cock nestled snug in the space between Mingi's thighs, flush against his balls. The heat was maddening, tight enough to make his breath hitch, but not enough to satisfy. Mingi arched beneath him, his thighs trembling where Hongjoong held them pressed together, his cock trapped against his own stomach, weeping steadily.
Hongjoong rocked forward with deliberate slowness, savoring the way Mingi's breath caught, the way his fingers clawed at Hongjoong's wrists. "Keep your legs together," Hongjoong groaned, biting Mingi's knee where it jutted up beside his face. Mingi whined, high and reedy, his hips jerking up instinctively, but Hongjoong pinned him down with a growl. "Stay still."
The friction was deliciously tight, Mingi’s thighs trembling where they squeezed around Hongjoong’s cock, slick with sweat and pre-cum. Hongjoong dragged his hips back, the drag slow and filthy, before thrusting forward again, harder this time, relishing the way Mingi’s breath punched out of him.
"Fuck," Mingi gasped, his deep voice breathy, cock twitching where it lay untouched against his stomach. "Hyung-nim, please-" His voice cracked, thighs trembling where they were pressed together around him, the muscles straining with the effort to stay still.
Hongjoong groaned at the title, recalling how Mingi and Yunho used to address him back then, when language used to be much more formal.
He rolled his hips forward again, the drag slick and tight between Mingi's thighs. "You feel so good," he murmured, biting the inside of Mingi's other thigh, relishing the way Mingi hissed beneath him.
His fingers trailed down Mingi's thigh, tracing the bruises blooming on his skin, before wrapping around Mingi's cock in one smooth motion.
Mingi cried out, his hips jerking off the bed as Hongjoong's hand tightened around him, stroking him in time with each roll of his hips between Mingi's thighs. Everything that had already been amplified from the scruffing crossed into overstimulation, Mingi's thighs trembling where they were pressed together. Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip, smearing across Hongjoong's fingers as he twisted his wrist on the upstroke, just the way Mingi liked it.
"Close," Mingi gasped, his voice cracking around the word, his toes curling into the sheets.
Hongjoong growled low in his throat.
Hongjoong squeezed Mingi’s cock tighter, thumb swiping over the weeping slit with each stroke, matching the rhythm of his thrusts between Mingi’s thighs. Mingi sobbed, his fingers scrabbling at Hongjoong’s wrist, blunt nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. The venom had rendered him clumsier than usual, but his body still thrummed with sensation, every nerve alight. Hongjoong leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Mingi’s ear. "Come for hyung, jagi."
Mingi’s back arched off the bed as he spilled over Hongjoong’s fingers, his thighs clamping down instinctively around Hongjoong’s cock. The sudden tightness sent sparks up Hongjoong’s spine, his hips stuttering as Mingi shuddered beneath him, his cock pulsing in Hongjoong’s grip. Hongjoong groaned, his own cum spilling over Mingi's still twitching length.
He collapsed beside Mingi. whose fingers twitched weakly, reaching for Hongjoong’s shoulder. The venom still keeping him pliant and needy, his lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks.
Hongjoong traced the curve of Mingi’s cheek with his tongue, catching the line of blood trailing from the fledgling's left eye, his breath still hitching in little aftershocks. Mingi's sweat-damp hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted around soft, dazed exhales. Hongjoong brushed them with his thumb, smearing the faint pink where Mingi had bitten down too hard earlier.
He gathered a few towels after a few minutes, wet and dry, to clean them both up, carefully dressing up the marked skin soft silk, pulling the boxers and pyjama bottoms over Mingi's legs and then doing the same while Mingi watched with his eyes half closed.
Possessiveness coiled hot in his chest as he climbed back into the bed. His fledgling's mate, his fledgling.
He rolled Mingi onto his stomach, draping his own body over Mingi's larger one protectively. Mingi made a drowsy noise of protest, his body still loose-limbed from venom and pleasure, but Hongjoong paid it no mind. His fangs found Mingi's nape again, sinking in just shy of breaking skin. Mingi went limp under him, his body recognising the threat despite mind knowing he was safe.
He held him down with teeth and body weight while their breathing slowed into deep, even rhythms. His fingers traced idle patterns along Mingi's side, feeling the flutter of ribs beneath his chest.
Minutes bled into something shapeless and heavy, the only sounds Mingi's occasional drowsy sighs and the distant hum of the house settling around them. Hongjoong nosed at the junction of Mingi's neck and shoulder, inhaling the mingled scents of lavender soap and the fading mild scent of sex. The bite mark on Mingi's nape had already begun knitting together, the skin smoothing under his tongue.
Mingi stirred first, blinking slowly against the dim light filtering through the curtains. His limbs were still sluggish from the venom and sleep, but he managed to turn his head just enough to press his forehead against Hongjoong's jaw in a wordless question.
Hongjoong hummed, tightening his arms briefly in answer. "Sleep," he murmured, lips brushing Mingi's nape, fangs still close, although barely holding on.
The creak of the bedroom door opening had Hongjoong lifting his head, his grip tightening instinctively around Mingi’s waist as he hissed, before relaxing upon recognising the silhouette.
Ah, that's why Mingi had woken up.
Yunho stood in the doorway, in a casual hoodie and jeans, his hair tousled from the drive, looking much more dignified than one was supposed to in a hoodie. Another perk of being a vampire, an unnatural sense of grace in movement. His gaze flickered between them, Hongjoong draped possessively over Mingi’s back, Mingi’s half-lidded eyes blinking up at him, his lips still swollen and parted around slow breaths. The scent of sex and venom clung thickly to the air, mingling with the lavender soap Mingi favored. Yunho’s nostrils flared slightly, his lips twitching.
Mingi made a soft noise as soon as he realised, his fingers twitching against the sheets in a weak attempt to reach for Yunho. The older vampire chuckled, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him with his heel.
"Well" Yunho murmured, shedding his hoodie in one smooth motion before crawling onto the bed beside them. His fingers traced the fresh bite marks scattered across Mingi’s bare shoulders. "Someone’s been busy."
Mingi whined softly, his fingers finally managing to clutch at Yunho’s sleeve, pulling weakly. Yunho laughed, low and fond, leaning down to press a kiss to Mingi’s temple. "Missed me that much, huh?" His fingers carded through Mingi’s sweat-damp hair, gentle despite the teasing lilt of his voice.
Hongjoong finally shifted to let Yunho press closer, relaxing now that Yunho was back to take care of his treasure.
Yunho settled against Mingi’s side, one broad hand smoothing down Mingi’s flank. "You wore him out hyung" Yunho murmured, thumb brushing over the bite mark where Hongjoong's fangs had injected the venom. Mingi shuddered at the touch, his eyelids fluttering.
Hongjoong grumbled, shifting to make room. "He bratted himself into exhaustion. Kept bringing the phone camera into my face."
Yunho chuckled, pulling Mingi closer until his head lolled against Yunho’s shoulder. Mingi blinked up at him blearily. His fingers curled weakly into Yunho’s shirt, clinging like a sleepy babe, a far cry from the brat who’d been growling and hissing in Hongjoong’s lap hours earlier. Yunho thumbed the swollen curve of Mingi’s lower lip, amused when Mingi instinctively sucked at the digit before letting it slip free with a wet pop. "Trying to get a reaction, weren't you?" Yunho murmured.
Hongjoong propped himself up on one elbow, eyeing Yunho smothering Mingi, pressing kisses to each spot Hongjoong had nipped. And he hadn't even seen Mingi between his legs yet.
"How was the trip?" he asked, fingers tracing the faint dusting of road dust still clinging to Yunho’s collar. The scent of diesel and dust lingered on Yunho’s skin from the car.
"Boring, the developers were talking about a new graphics update though" Yunho murmured, although Hongjoong understood none of it, but Yunho said it against his lips, teeth grazing Hongjoong’s lower lip playfully before pulling back, successfully drawing his attention.
Hongjoong huffed, letting Yunho pull him into another kiss, deeper this time, Yunho’s fingers tangling in his shirt when Hongjoong moved his hand to Yunho's neck. Mingi made a soft noise against Yunho’s shoulder, nuzzling closer into Yunho between them, his fingers tightening weakly in Yunho’s shirt. Hongjoong felt Yunho smile against his lips before pulling away, his thumb brushing over Hongjoong’s cheekbone. "Thank you for taking care of him."
Hongjoong rolled his eyes but didn’t protest when Yunho shifted Mingi’s weight into his arms, Mingi going limp against Yunho’s chest with a sigh. Yunho chuckled, adjusting his grip under Mingi’s thighs, lifting him effortlessly despite Mingi’s heavier frame. Mingi mumbled something unintelligible against Yunho’s neck.
Hongjoong watched, amused, as Yunho pressed another kiss to Mingi’s temple, murmuring something too quiet even for his enhanced hearing to catch.
He definitely hated tiny reflecting surfaces, like those damned phone lenses, but he sure loved Mingi and Yunho.
And San too.
All that was left was bribing his last little one home and they'd be all back together.
Safe.