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Seonghwa carefully places a vintage vase full of fresh red roses and dusty pink peonies on the oak side table. Every week he ventures out to the flower shop to purchase a bouquet of flowers for his lover, Hongjoong, surprising him with different arrangements and variations each time.
“They’re beautiful, Hwa. Thank you.” Hongjoong runs his fingertips over the silky petals in admiration from his seat on the dark velvet sofa.
Seonghwa smiles fondly, bending down to plant a kiss on Hongjoong’s forehead. “Just like you.”
He glides over to the large bay windows, where golden rays shine through the lacy white curtain, pulling across the black shutters and plunging them into darkness. Though sunlight doesn’t harm him, his sensitive eyes can only handle so much, after the trip downtown he craves the shadows.
He flicks a switch, an array of fairy lights blink on, casting the gothic style living room in a cosy glow as he begins lighting the candles on the grand mantelpiece. He joins Hongjoong on the sofa, gently lifting him like he weighs no more than a feather, and takes a seat, setting his partner down so his lead rests in his lap.
Hongjoong softly breathes out in contentment, eyes fluttering shut as Seonghwa’s graceful fingers idly slip through his brunette curls that lay strewn over his lap.
“What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy, my love?” Seonghwa curiously asks.
He hears Hongjoong’s heart stutter, before beating at a marginally faster pace. He smirks, placing a hand over his warm chest to feel the organ pumping steadily.
“Are you nervous I won’t like it, or that I might carry out your fantasies?”
Hongjoong’s eyes crack open, peering upwards to Seonghwa, who gazes down at him, unnaturally still as he often is.
“First one, and the second one.”
Seonghwa laughs, the melodic sound is entrancing, lulling Hongjoong into a small daze, his body sinks even further into the sofa. Over time he’s grown somewhat immune to the mystical powers Seonghwa possesses, but he’ll never be entirely exempt from them. Seonghwa tries his best to not let them spill out and affect Hongjoong, but it’s near impossible to stop them seeping through.
“Tell me, please?” Seonghwa’s angelic voice pleads, his hand travelling up from Hongjoong’s chest to cup his rosy cheek, stroking across the fragile surface.
Head still tingling from the beautiful sound of Seonghwa’s laugh, the words slip from Hongjoong in a rush. “I want to drink your blood, it feels so good when you feed on me, and you look so peaceful afterwards, I want to try it…”
“Humans aren’t wired to enjoy or be satiated by blood, my love.”
“I know, but I still want to drink from you. I want to feel your skin breaking under my teeth, to hear you whimper, I…” Hongjoong bites his lip, sparks burst under his skin, skitting along his veins until they settle in a pool of heat between his thighs.
“It turns you on? Thinking about biting into my flesh, my blood flowing into your mouth?” Seonghwa phrases it as a question, but he knows it’s a fact.
Hongjoong’s body temperature quickly rises, he can feel the gentle waves of warmth radiating from him, and hear the blood pumping faster around his delicate body. The faint sweet scent of arousal dances through the air, rendering Seonghwa a slave to whatever Hongjoong may want. Of all the humans he’s encountered, none have ever smelt quite so delicious as Hongjoong does when he’s all hot and bothered.
“Yes,” Hongjoong exhales with a nod.
Shuffling upright, he throws a leg over Seonghwa’s lap to straddle him and snakes his arms around his living dead boyfriend’s neck. Seonghwa’s beauty is almost painful to behold, everything about him is ethereally exquisite. He says it’s because of the vampire DNA that took over his human body, but Hongjoong disagrees, he’s sure Seonghwa was just as mesmerising during his human life.
“What are you thinking about now?” Seonghwa tilts his head, delicately tracing small circles over Hongjoong’s hips.
“How perfect you are.” Hongjoong’s lips trace along his jawline, before planting a small kiss on his lusciously full lips.
“Not as perfect as you,” Seonghwa murmurs. “You would’ve been worshipped in the old days, people would have travelled for years to gaze upon your beauty and be blessed by you.”
“Would you have worshipped me?” Hongjoong trails his tongue over Seonghwa’s neck, where his pulse should be.
“I do worship you." Seonghwa's fangs slip out at the feeling of his lover’s gentle touch, his head falls back against the sofa.
Hongjoong inhales deeply, drinking in the intoxicating scent that always clings to Seonghwa, cinnamon and vanilla wrapped up in notes of dark coffee. He tangles his hand in Seonghwa’s dark hair and yanks his head to the side, a small whimper escapes him, fangs beginning to drip with saliva.
“Look at you, so eager to taste me already,” Hongjoong taunts, leaning forwards to graze his tongue over Seonghwa’s protruding fangs. “You only fed this morning and you want more?”
“I will always want more of you, love. I could spend an eternity with you and need more, the feelings you strike in me are far greater than mere hunger. I could devour every inch of you time and time again, I crave you every waking moment of my eternal life. If my heart could beat, it would beat solely for you, my beloved.”
Seonghwa gazes up earnestly at his partner, though his insides are lifeless, he’s never felt more alive. When he’s with Hongjoong he can almost feel his heart swelling with warmth and love. If he could, he would find a way to breathe life into it just to feel it beat a little faster whenever he lays eyes on Hongjoong.
“No one’s ever loved anyone more than I love you, Seonghwa. You do have a beating heart,” Hongjoong gently pulls Seonghwa’s hand to his chest, squeezing it lovingly, “it’s yours entirely.”
Seonghwa’s eyes lull shut, feeling the small organ thump rhythmically, bringing a smile to his lips. “How did I survive a thousand years without you?”
Hongjoong’s lips softly flutter over Seonghwa’s cheeks that should be flushed a rosy red by now, before connecting their lips in a kiss that steals Seonghwa’s breath. He doesn’t need to breathe, but he enjoys the sensation, even more so when Hongjoong does something to stutter it.
He grips Hongjoong’s hips iron tight, manoeuvring his body to slowly grind down against him. Seonghwa’s trousers bulge, cock rapidly hardening as his lover clings harder onto him, a short gasp leaves Hongjoong upon feeling Seonghwa’s arousal. Poor vampire gets worked up so easily, the slightest touches send him into a frenzy of need, something Hongjoong loves to exploit.
Seonghwa’s hands slip down, tenderly sliding over Hongjoong’s exposed thighs, digging his nails harshly in to feel blood rush to the surface. A small groan escapes Hongjoong, which is all it takes for him to land him on his back in under a second. A needy Seonghwa lays between his legs pressing down on him, lips sucking hard over his neck, hips rocking slowly. Hongjoong succumbs to his touches, cock stiffening and straining against the confines of his underwear.
Seonghwa’s hand caresses his side, grabbing onto a fist full of his top, about to rip it away until Hongjoong harshly slaps it, Seonghwa retreats with a vampiric hiss, pouting.
“You’re not allowed to undress me without permission.” Hongjoong sternly remind him.
“Please,” Seonghwa whispers, barely audible, “please let me see you.”
His hands travel under Hongjoong’s shirt, feeling every inch of his hot, supple skin, drawing closer again to connect their lips in a silent plea.
“Undress yourself,” Hongjoong orders, flicking his tongue slowly over Seonghwa’s fangs.
Seonghwa eagerly sits up, pulling his top off in one quick motion, it flies out of sight in a blur. He strips off his bottoms next, leaving him exposed and looking similar to a chiseled marble statue one might find in a museum. Hongjoong’s half lidded eyes lazily travel down his dainty form, you’d never guess he held the power of a thousand men.
“Such a pretty little vampire,” Hongjoong purrs, summoning him back between his legs.
Seonghwa’s on top of him in an instant, pathetically rutting against him in search of relief from the ache that slowly grows in his core, lips capturing Hongjoong’s in a deep kiss. Heavy breaths leave Seonghwa, he revels in the air that fills his lungs before being expelled. He can’t help but bite down on his lover’s lip, blood splashes over his tongue and he lets out a deep rumbling moan of satisfaction, inky blackness seeps into the whites of his eyes. Hongjoong grabs his hair, roughly tugging him away.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I need to taste you, please, my love!" Seonghwa pouts, so deliciously powerless.
“Naughty vampires don’t get to drink from me, do they?”
Seonghwa whimpers at the second harsh tug on his hair and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you, let me fuck you until you reach Heaven."
Hongjoong contemplates the words, taking extra long to mull over them. He bites his bleeding lip, causing a small droplet to trickle down his chin, Seonghwa’s slick fangs begin dripping, seeping into Hongjoong’s shirt.
“I’ll forgive you this time, you’re normally so well behaved for me. Clean up the mess you’ve made.”
Seonghwa obliges with pure joy, his inhumanly rough tongue swipes over the trail of blood.
“Need to be inside you, please please,” he murmurs against his partner’s lips, the tangy sweet taste of blood coating his mouth. “Drink from me while I fuck you, love.”
Hongjoong is slightly taken aback by the offer, it’s been his fantasy for a while, but as Seonghwa stated earlier, humans aren’t meant to drink blood, and from his small pool of knowledge, vampires don’t share their blood with anyone, not even each other.
“You would do that for me?”
“I would do anything for you. All of what I have is yours, including my blood. If drinking from me is what you desire, then you may drink all you like,” Seonghwa gently answers, grinding his hips back and forth in long, slow, fluid movements, his knot already in the early stages of formation.
It turns out the idea of having Hongjoong’s mouth coaxing the blood from his is a lot hotter than it should be.
“Take my clothes off, Hwa,” Hongjoong breathily orders, his body screams to be free of the fabric that separates him from his soulmate.
A strong arm scoops him up with ease, firmly yet gently stripping his clothes away, when his boxers hit the floor he pushes Seonghwa back down to the sofa, taking a seat on his lap, legs either side of him. Seonghwa’s arms wrap around him, pulling their bodies flush, Hongjoong lets out a small noise of pleasure as his cock presses against Seonghwa’s inhumanly swollen one. He places his arms around Seonghwa’s neck, stilling for a moment, soaking in the feeling of serenity.
Seonghwa’s body maintains the same temperate, not too cold and not too hot, it hangs in a state of perfection. His skin feels like silk gliding over Hongjoong’s, sometimes he worries Seonghwa will slip right through his fingers, never to be seen again.
Seonghwa slowly strokes over his back upon sensing the thoughts in his lover’s brain, quietly soothing them. Hongjoong’s lips find Seonghwa’s, showering them with deep, heated kisses. Neither man can pull themself away, they stay wrapped up in each other, tongues sloppily grazing across one another's, until the ache for release becomes too much to bear.
Hongjoong breaks the kiss, pulling back, strings of sticky precum and vampire slick stretch between their bodies. He gathers the mixture on his fingers, raising them to Seonghwa’s parted lips, quivering as his tongue slides over them, lapping at their combined taste.
“Can I fuck you now? Please?” Seonghwa whines, black eyes twinkling with desperation.
Hongjoong nods. “You can, but remember our rules or I’ll have to punish you again.”
Seonghwa often forgets their rules, whether it’s on purpose or not Hongjoong can’t decide. His vampire loves punishment, but also gets so wrapped up in whatever lewd act they’re performing any logical thoughts tend to fly straight out of his head.
“I will, I promise, I’ll be so good for you!” Seonghwa beams, tracing a vein in Hongjoong’s neck lightly, eyes transfixed on it.
Only when Hongjoong repositions does Seonghwa snap back to the present, focusing on Hongjoong’s face, his hands come to his ass, stabilising him as his slick cock slides over Hongjoong’s hole, thick white precum making a mess of it.
A deep instinctive growl rumbles in the back of Seonghwa’s throat when his tip slides into Hongjoong, his natural lubricant relaxes the muscles, allowing him to fill Hongjoong with ease, stretching him out over his half formed knot. He gently thrusts upwards, setting a slow pace, Hongjoong’s eyes roll back, already touching the edge of Heaven with how unnaturally full he feels, precum leaks from him with every stroke of Seonghwa’s cock.
Seonghwa’s hand leaves him, reaching over to the side table to grab a singular rose.
“Love?” Seonghwa softly gets Hongjoong’s attention. “Drink from me.”
He holds the rose between them, another small growl ripping through his throat as Hongjoong grinds his hips harder, taking the thorny flower from Seonghwa, who returns to gripping Hongjoong’s ass fully and working his length inside with deep, long strokes.
Hongjoong slides his fingers into his hair, pulling his head to the side and exposing his neck, he traces the petals over it, relishing the small gasps and whimpers that escape Seonghwa. He positions two thorns over a vein, harshly pushing down and puncturing them. A mix of a hiss and a moan of pleasure emanates from Seonghwa, his nails dig into Hongjoong’s ass hard enough to leave bruising.
Blood streams steadily from the fresh wounds, discarding the defiled rose, Hongjoong draws closer, licking up the warm fluid before latching on to Seonghwa's neck, sucking the blood from him. It doesn’t taste particularly bad, the thick liquid’s flavour seems to be diluted, only half as metallic as normal blood, a slightly sour note runs over his tongue.
A waterfall of curses fall from Seonghwa’s lips, the new sensation short circuits his brain, he thrusts up faster, stars lining his vision as Hongjoong devours him. His fangs painfully protest, begging to be sunk into something, drool drips from them, trickling down his toned body to join the sticky mess below.
“H-hungry,” he whimpers, “please, beloved, I need you.”
Hongjoong raises his arm, hovering his wrist over Seonghwa’s mouth, waiting to feel the harsh pinch of fangs.
Seonghwa really is behaving today.
He pulls back, chin and mouth covered in deep red blood.
“Go ahead, drink from me, Seonghwa.”
Fangs sink into him as soon as the last syllable leaves his lips, the sharp pain dissipates as quickly as it started, the numbing venom infecting the nerves around the wounds and leaving a pleasant sucking sensation in its place. Seonghwa groans out in relief, aching fangs happy to be biting into his lover’s flesh. Hongjoong returns to Seonghwa’s neck, licking up the spilling blood, he’s a lot messier than Seonghwa, having not had hundreds of years of practice.
Hongjoong quickly unravels, unable to suck for longer than a few seconds before moans and sobs of pleasure break through.
“Harder, I need it harder, I– Ahh!” Hongjoong pants, chest heaving.
Seonghwa’s slicked up cock hits deep inside as he pumps harder, obeying his wishes. Sweat breaks out over Hongjoong, the sound of their skin slapping together fills the space entirely. Animalistic grunts rumble in Seonghwa's throat, he’s dangerously close to his peak with no signs of slowing, drunk on blood and desire. Hongjoong’s teeth rip into his injured neck, causing a loud hiss of surprise.
“What’s our first rule?”
“Kim Hongjoong cums first,” Seonghwa barely manages to say through pitiful whines and moans.
“The second?”
“N-no cumming without permission.”
Seonghwa presses his lips together firmly, trying to slow the impending orgasm and keep his cock from swelling further.
“On your knees,” Hongjoong orders, wiping the back of his hand over his lips in an attempt to clean the blood from them, it smears further.
“But I want to be inside you, my love.” Seonghwa pouts.
“Are you disobeying me?”
Seonghwa quickly shakes his head, running his tongue over his own blood stained lips before lifting Hongjoong from him. He sinks to his knees, his neck dripping blood on the rug he’d only just replaced from the last time they got too carried away.
“I’m going to cum in that pretty little vampire mouth of yours, and you’re going to swallow it all, then I’ll consider letting you finish,” Hongjoong says, knowing full well Seonghwa barely ever manages to swallow a whole load, the saltiness is too overpowering for his sensitive taste buds.
Nevertheless, Seonghwa enthusiastically nods, seemingly always forgetting just how bitterly salty cum tastes to him. He runs his tongue slowly along Hongjoong’s cock, it’s unlike a human tongue, it’s rougher and longer, the sensation of it sliding over him elicits shaky breaths as he tries to keep his composure.
Seonghwa’s hands travel up his thighs, snaking around him to tightly squeeze his peachy ass and abruptly pulling his hips forwards, letting Hongjoong’s full length hit the back of his throat, not needing to breathe has its perks. Relentlessly he works Hongjoong’s cock down his throat, squeezing the muscles around it whilst his tongue gently rolls over the tip, stimulating all the right spots at once and turning his lover’s legs to jelly.
Hongjoong grips onto the armrest of the sofa in an attempt to remain upright, his head rolls back, half lidded eyes gazing up to the heavens as his breath becomes laboured and droplets of sweat roll down his chest.
Hongjoong groans as his cock pops out of Seonghwa’s mouth with a lewd sound, saliva and precum patter onto the rug as Seonghwa plucks a new rose from the vase. Tenderly, he swirls the silken petals over Hongjoong’s twitching cock, saturating them in the mess he’s made. Hongjoong’s breath hitches, the feather light touches coax a whine from him, desiring the rough suction of Seonghwa’s mouth around him again.
“Seonghwa, fuck!” he moans loudly as Seonghwa’s tongue joins the rose in tracing small circles around his length.
“Oh, love, angels would be jealous of how magnificent you sound moaning my name. I’m sure my frozen heart just skipped a beat.” Seonghwa latches onto his cock again, sucking roughly and bringing the sharp thorns to Hongjoong’s thigh, piercing his skin.
“Oh my God, Hwa!” Hongjoong chokes out, grabbing a fistful of Seonghwa’s dishevelled hair, burying his cock deeper in his throat.
Seonghwa pulls back again, licking up the small beads of blood forming on Hongjoong’s leg.
“God? There is no God here, only a perversion of his creation consuming you until you’re part of me for eternity.”
He prods at Hongjoong’s skin again with the thorns, lapping up the blood that bubbles to the surface before tracing a slow line upwards to take Hongjoong’s balls into his mouth, one hand coming up to stroke his cock.
The sweet scent of arousal explodes from Hongjoong, dancing around Seonghwa’s nose, signalling he’s toppling over the edge, one more pump of Seonghwa’s hand and a crescendo of pleasure bursts from Hongjoong’s centre. His fingers take root in Seonghwa’s hair, yanking his partner's head upwards, with his tongue attentively swirling around his sensitive tip, the orgasm crashes over him, Hongjoong’s body vibrates with ecstasy as he watches his cum cascade over Seonghwa’s tongue and down his throat. Seonghwa swallows in quick gulps, managing to get every last drop for once.
“Such a good vampire,” Hongjoong breathlessly praises, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of Seonghwa’s head.
“Need to cum,” Seonghwa begs, “please! I’ve been so good!”
“You have been. My good little vampire." Hongjoong cups Seonghwa's cheek, thumb tracing over his lips. "I suppose you do deserve to cum tonight.”
Seonghwa stays eerily still, staring up at Hongjoong's glorious blood stained face, awaiting further instruction. “Where would you like me to cum?”
“Hmm…” Hongjoong feigns uncertainty, “I think… I’d like you to bend me over and cum in my ass.”
Seonghwa doesn’t need to be told twice, he’s got Hongjoong on all fours on the plush rug instantaneously, practically shaking with excitement. It’s Seonghwa’s favourite position, especially when he gets to cum inside Hongjoong, which doesn’t happen often due to the knotting situation, normally they don’t have time to wait for the swelling to go down.
Slippery cool slick drips down onto Hongjoong’s ass, Seonghwa’s delicate fingers spread the milky liquid over his cheeks before rubbing over his hole teasingly, he watches the muscle twitch and contract, always so responsive to his touches.
Fixated on Hongjoong’s tight hole, he slowly slides his cock in, gazing in awe as Hongjoong’s ass swallows it up. A vicious growl shakes his entire body as his knot stretches Hongjoong out, disappearing inside him. Seonghwa’s hands trail over his back slowly, tracing over the muscles and bones, burning them into his brain for the rest of time, while slowly rocking his hips.
“You always feel so good wrapped around me, taking me so well…” Seonghwa groans in ecstasy, clawing down Hongjoong’s back, leaving red trails in his wake.
Hongjoong moans out his name followed by a symphony of in-cohesive curses.
“More,” he manages to pant out.
Seonghwa continues harshly scratching over his tender skin, still working his weeping cock slowly into him.
“More, Seonghwa, more!” Hongjoong snaps, his tone hovers between an order and a beg.
“Okay, love, it’s okay, I’ll give you more.” Seonghwa leans forward to kiss over Hongjoong’s shoulders and gently nip at his skin.
His arms grip Hongjoong, holding him firmly in place, retracting his fangs he bites down, not for blood but to give Hongjoong the pain he craves. The sound of Hongjoong’s choked sob shoots through Seonghwa, his hips jolt forwards involuntarily, but Hongjoong doesn’t mind, he curses loudly at the powerful thrust that sends a stream of clear liquid shooting from his cock.
Whilst littering bite marks over Hongjoong’s shoulders, Seonghwa picks up his pace, until he’s relentlessly pounding into Hongjoong, rendering him unable to speak. Seonghwa’s nails tear at his skin, sending blissful stings of pain through him. The front of his body falls to the floor, cheek smushing against the fluff of the rug. Seonghwa buries himself deeper inside, not letting up on the aggressive snapping of his hips he reaches around, taking Hongjoong’s cock in his hand, it takes barely five strokes before Hongjoong’s messily spurting cum over the floor, garbling moans and Seonghwa’s name endlessly.
Hongjoong’s pleasure seeps into Seonghwa, he can feel the heat rolling off his lover in strong waves, the smell of his orgasms overpowers the scent of blood that still hangs in the air and the fast pattering of his heart sounds as loud as a drum.
“Fuck, my love, you’re so beautiful like this,” Seonghwa moans. “I’m going to fill you to the brim.”
“Cum for me, Seonghwa, fill me, I-I want to feel you knot inside me, I miss it, Hwa,” Hongjoong whines.
Seonghwa growls, the animalistic noise sends shivers through Hongjoong. His knot swells, pushing against the tight muscles of Hongjoong’s ass and locking him inside as his orgasm hits, it rocks through his body with force, taking over every atom he’s made up of until only euphoria remains. Copious amounts of cum shoot from his throbbing, trembling cock, filling Hongjoong to the point of overflowing if it weren’t for his knot trapping it inside.
Hongjoong’s body quivers, whimpering with how full he is, another load of cum slowly expels from his semi hard cock.
“Fucked me so well, Hwa,” Hongjoong murmurs sleepily, body going limp. “You’ve been so good today, I love you so much, words alone will never be able to accurately explain just how much I love you.”
“I love you too, for eternity, my sweet soulmate,” Seonghwa softly replies as his high subsides.
He gently manoeuvres Hongjoong’s sweaty body, all red and flushed, until he lays on his side. Grabbing a velvet cushion, Seonghwa slips it under his partner’s head, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling their bodies closer if that’s even possible.
He sings a soft lullaby, melodic voice lulling Hongjoong further into relaxation, his ragged breath becomes slow and deep as he falls into a slumber, forever safe in the arms of his vampire.