Humanity is at a crossroads.

You couldn’t do it. No matter how hard you try, you just… couldn’t.

For the past few days, you've barely left your bed. The only time you have left was to use the bathroom when your bladder was about to explode. You ignored your body's warnings last time, and you ended up with a kidney infection. Never again.

In the meantime, all you did was either stare at the ceiling or doomscroll for hours on your phone until you got bored. You haven’t eaten and you barely slept. You haven't had a shower and were still in your clothes since Tuesday. It was Friday.

You felt like a prisoner in your own mind. Every insecurity. Every irrational thought. Your mind felt like a void that was ready to swallow you whole if you didn't swim to the surface. Sometimes, you consider letting it consume you.

Maybe that would be better than–

*Ding*

Your phone went off as a new message came in. The last thing you wanted to do was be social. That's why you have been ignoring calls and text messages. However, you found that to be a mistake when you finally picked up your phone to check.

>> Minho (8:42PM): I know you've been ignoring my messages.

>> Minho (8:44PM): I'm coming over there.

You went to respond. To try and tell him he doesn't need to, but he beat you to it.

>> Minho (8:45PM): Don’t try to tell me not to come. I'm already on the way and will be there in twenty minutes.

You groaned. Of course, you forget what happens when you ignore your stubborn companion, Lee Minho. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Laying there. Practically melded to the bed, letting the thoughts in your head almost consume you. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to get up.

Twenty minutes had gone by when you suddenly heard a knock at the door. You didn’t get up to answer it. Maybe if you ignored it, he would eventually go away after a few tries. That he would go home.

It was wishful thinking… but you hoped anyway.

That hope died when you heard a key turning the lock to your front door. You cursed yourself internally. You had forgotten that you gave him a spare key whenever he wanted to come over. In this very moment, you were now regretting.

You heard the door opening and closing, followed by the sounds of footsteps. Minho could be heard calling your name. You didn’t say anything at first. He was going to find you in here eventually.

“In here,” you announced, quietly. Your voice was weak from lack of use.

Footsteps came closer until they stopped in front of your bedroom. Your bedroom door slowly creaked open. You looked at him, but only for a second before you looked away. Your eyes didn’t linger for too long, but enough to catch a glimpse of the concern on his face.

You turned on your side, back facing him, “What are you doing here?” you mumbled. You already knew why, but you asked anyway. He stepped closer to the bed.

“I wanted to check up on you. You weren’t answering any of my messages, so I was worried something was up,” Minho replied earnestly. He sat on the edge of the bed. “I can see that I was right.”

You let out a huff. “Guess you are,” you retorted. “I'm fine. Can you go now?”

“When was the last time you showered or ate?” he asked.

“You saying I smell?” you scoffed. Your response was met with silence. You sighed, voice quieter now. “Tuesday…”

He let out a hum of acknowledgement. He then gets up and heads to your bathroom. You could hear the sound of a faucet turning on, followed by the bath being filled up. Cabinets were being opened and things were being moved around.

What exactly was he doing?

You heard the faucet being turned off. He returned from the bathroom and sat on the bed. You still haven’t moved. A warm hand was placed onto your back.

“I prepared a hot bath for you,” he muttered. “Do you think you can get up?”

You tense up. “I… can't,” you whispered. He let out a sigh.

“Just try, okay?” he asked. Your eyes teared up. Easier said than done.

“It's hard,” you choked out.

“I know… but you can either try and push through… or let your thoughts win and the bath get cold,” he explained. “I can't help you make that decision. I can guide you, sure, but only you can help yourself because if not you… then who else?”

You let out a shaky breath. “I…” you tried to speak, but nothing came out. He rubbed gentle strokes into your back with his hand.

“Just because it's hard… does not mean it's not worth doing,” he assured. “So just try, okay?”

Silence settled into the air. His words reverberated in your head. You contemplated. About what you were going to do next. About whether you were going to take his advice. If you were going to try.

You sighed. “... okay,” you whispered. You couldn’t see it, but he smiled.

“Good,” he replied. Minho got up and walked to your side. He held out a hand. “Come on. The water is going to get cold.”

You look up at him, then down at his hand. Your hand reached out and grabbed his. He squeezed it, having a strong grip on it now. You sat up slowly before getting out of your bed. A hand grabbed your waist when your legs wobbled from lack of use.

“I've got you,” he whispered. You nod.

When you were steady, he led you by the hand to the bathroom. You were surprised at what you found. The bath was filled with hot water. There was a bottle of body wash with a clean towel and washcloth sitting close by. The sink was arranged with your skincare, toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash.

Your eyes stung with tears. “Thank you,” you breathed out. He grabbed your shoulders.

“It was nothing,” he replied. “Someone I loved needed help, and I was doing what I was supposed to.” He smiled. “Now go bathe, stinky.”

You let out a watery laugh. The sound made his chest warm. His eyes were filled with fondness and adoration. He had squeezed your shoulders before leaving the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, leaving you alone.

The bathroom was silent, other than the quiet sloshing of the water in the tub. You peeled off your clothes, letting them pile up on the floor. You stepped into the tub and lowered yourself in.

The hot water felt heavenly on your tired body. You let out a soft groan of relief. Before you became too comfortable, you picked up a washcloth and lathered it up with body wash. The sweat and dirt were thoroughly scrubbed off your skin, leaving you clean.

Satisfied, you put the cloth aside and settled into the water. You almost forgot how soothing a hot bath could be. It was relaxing and you already started feeling better. Your mental struggles weren't going to magically disappear with a single session of self-care. It was a start, though.

You must've drifted to sleep because you were woken up by a soft knock on the door. You underestimated just how tired you were. Your eyes opened and you sat up in the tub.

“Come in,” you called out.

Minho came in, holding something. “I brought you clean clothes,” he said, placing the clothes on the toilet lid. “Meet you in the kitchen when you're done.”

“Okay,” you replied. He nodded, his lip curling up. He crouched down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

You watched as he stood up, grabbed your dirty clothes, and then left the bathroom. The bathroom was silent once more. You could stay here all day if you wanted to, but the water was getting cold. That, and the thought of your skin pruning up had you getting out of the water. You pulled the drain plug and then stepped out.

The chilly air hits your wet skin, so you quickly dry off and get dressed. You dragged yourself to the sink and stared at the toiletries. You did the bare bones of your skincare. Only washing your face with cleanser and moisturizing afterwards. That was all you could muster for now.

You went through the motions of oral hygiene: Flossing, brushing your teeth and tongue, and finishing off with mouthwash. You'll admit, you felt better. It was a start. You looked up and stared at the mirror.

Your appearance improved. You still had darkened under-eyes from lack of sufficient. That was to be expected, though. Overall, you looked and felt better. You nod in approval and leave the bathroom.

The first thing you noticed was the messy bedroom you left was now clean. Trash thrown away. Bedsheets made and pillows rearranged. You admired the cleanliness for a moment. Your admiration was interrupted by the smell of food reaching your nose.

On cue, your stomach grumbled. You had no appetite for some time, so you didn't bother with eating. Now, it was catching up to you. You moved to the kitchen, your mouth watering. Your empty kitchen table is now covered with different food items.

Minho looked up when he saw you and smiled. “I ordered some food,” he explained. “I would’ve cooked dinner, but… that would've taken too long.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

You shouldn't be surprised at the gestures. You knew what kind of person he was. Despite what others might think, those close to him knew his heart. Soft and full of kindness. It didn’t stop you from staring in shock. At the extent he went just to take care of you.

Your eyes stung again, but you willed them away. “That's okay. I don't mind… I–” you rambled. You paused and took a breath. “Thank you… really.”

He nodded. His expression was unreadable, but the fondness in his eyes was enough to go by. He cleared his throat before it got awkward. “Let's eat,” he declared.

The two of you sat down at the table. He lets you help yourself to the food first. His eyes watched you closely. He waited for you to start eating before he helped himself. You ate in silence. It was comfortable. It felt unnecessary to fill it with empty and meaningless conversation.

When you were both done, he cleaned up and put the dishes in the sink, despite your protests. It was late, the clock reading quarter past ten. He went ahead and washed the dishes, while you brushed your teeth once again in the bathroom.

You walked into the living room when you caught a glimpse of a bag on the couch. Was he planning to stay overnight? Not that you minded him staying over. If anything, you were pleased to spend more time with him.

He must've noticed you saw his bag when he walked. “I hope you don't mind me staying for the night,” he explained. “I didn't want to just… leave you alone again.”

You smiled. “No, I don't mind,” you replied. “Only if you share the bed.”

“Share the bed?” Minho repeated, raising a brow. You nod.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Alright, then,” he replied. “But don't get mad when I randomly kick in the middle of the night.”

You let out a quiet laugh. “Then I'll just kick you off,” you retorted. “Now, hurry up. Exhaustion is catching up to me and I want to sleep.”

Your hand grabs his bag, while the other grabs his as you drag him into the bedroom. He excuses himself to your bathroom to shower and settle down. You waited in bed, trying not to fall asleep. It was tough. You even watched TV to occupy yourself.

He returned, refreshed and in a separate set of clothes. You pat the open spot next to you in the bed, an invitation to lay down. He accepted and laid down beside you. You looked over at him, to which he mirrored.

“Hi,” he whispered.

A giggle left you. “Hi,” you replied, looking back at the TV. He did the same.

“Found anything interesting to watch?” He asked.

“Just reruns of movies we've watched before. Nothin’ new,” you answered. He hummed.

The two of you watched whatever movie you landed on after scrolling through options. You weren't paying much attention at this point, but he looked over at you again. He watched every expression that appeared on your face. You looked better. He turned his head back towards the screen.

Minho knew your problems weren't going to be miraculously fixed overnight. That simply was not plausible. However, seeing you more lively made a wave of adoration wash over him. With a little help and guidance, he knew you were going to be okay.

Minho was pulled out of his thoughts when a sudden weight appeared on his shoulder. His head turned as he looked down at the source. You had fallen asleep and your head landed on his shoulder. He huffed out of amusement.

“The movie just started, and you've already fallen asleep?” he asked, tutting. “What am I going to do with you?”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto your head. He grabbed the remote to turn off the TV, pulling the blanket up and over both of you. It took a bit of shuffling until he was comfortable enough.

The day could not have gone by any slower. Every little thing that could go wrong did just that.

To start, you were late for work because your alarm somehow didn’t go off. The traffic increase seemed to have made you even later. That earned you a long-winded scolding from your boss. He was an asshole anyway. Always trying to find something to scold his employees about.

If that wasn’t bad enough, you had forgotten your lunch at home. Something you’re only just now realizing when you went on lunch break. You returned after your break, still hungry, but not before someone ran into you and spilled their iced Americano all over you. You waved your apologetic coworker off, obtaining some wet napkins and cleaning yourself up.

Several hours went by, and you could not have left that building any faster once you clocked out. It took you thirty-five minutes before you reached home, including the late-night convenience store run to grab dinner. You usually would have waited until you got home to eat, but you hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch.

Finally, you enter the home and shut the door with an exhausted, but relieved sigh. You dropped your keys and bag on a nearby table, dragging your aching feet through the now dark apartment. There was a moment of fumbling around until you finally found a light switch. The place was illuminated upon the flick of a button. You shuffled into the bedroom and rummaged through the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and clothes to sleep in.

Heading into the bathroom, you turn the shower on, turning the knob toward the hot setting. While the water takes time to heat up, you peel off your coffee-stained work clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Upon stepping in, the hot water relieved the tension bubbling underneath your skin.

A groan of relief left your lips. You let your eyes flutter closed to relish in the heat washing away the lingering ache in your muscles. Your exhaustion keeps you from sticking around for too long, so you finish up, thoroughly washing yourself of any grime and leftover coffee that still clings to your skin.

The cool air hits your wet skin when you step out. Goosebumps dot your skin as a shiver ran through you, so you wasted no time in drying off and getting dressed. You go through the motions of skincare and brushing your teeth, wanting nothing more than to climb into bed.

You had just left the bathroom when you stopped in your tracks. On your bed was a pile of blankets. One that was moving and breathing. You smiled when your eyes landed on a tuft of long, blonde hair peeking out near the top of the lump.

It was Felix. You remembered that he was staying over at your place for a couple of days. You like to share the bed whenever he does, so you always find him there already waiting when you get off work. Felix usually waits up for you until you return, but he must have been especially tired tonight.

The sudden dip in the bed when you sat down caused a shift within the blankets. With one movement, you see a pair of sleepy eyes starting back at you. He shifted again as he stretched out his limbs, accompanied by a groan.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you muttered softly. Gently, you brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. His eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the touch.

“Hi,” he rumbled, his voice laced with sleep. “You’re home late.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I uh… had a long day today,” you explained.

Felix folded back the multiple layers of blankets, beckoning you to come closer. You only had a moment to lie down before an arm pulled you in by the waist. You let out a noise of surprise as you became enveloped by the blanket cocoon. The warmth you were encased in was intense but not overbearing. It was a pleasant contrast to your apartment that seemed to get cold late in the night.

Arms seemed to have made their way around your torso, a warm body now pressed up against you. The blonde laid his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into you to get comfortable once more. He proceeded to let out what sounded like… purrs? You could tell by how you felt the way it rumbled within his chest.

Amused, you wanted to bring it up, but you already knew that you would just be met with denial. You had jokingly made comments about how he resembled a cat rather than a chick, but he just brushed it off and insisted he didn’t. The naps near whichever window allowed him to bask in the sun didn’t help his case either.

Your thoughts were interrupted when his arms tightened around your waist. You looked over and saw he was looking up at you, his eyes sleepy but attentive.

“Tell me about your day,” he whispered. And so, you did.

You told him about everything that occurred, frustration coming off of you in waves. Felix listened to you vent your feelings, rubbing comforting patterns into your side with his thumbs. He has always been a good listener, giving you the space to express yourself, and only offering commentary when it is welcomed. You finished with a quiet huff, settling down into a more relaxed and comfortable state.

“I’m sorry you had such a rough day,” he whispered. “At least you’re home now.”

You smile. “Yeah. You being here makes me feel much better,” you replied. He gave you a soft smile.

“I'll be here for another two days, so I won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He murmured. He reached up, placing a gentle kiss onto your cheek. “Get some rest. We have the whole weekend to ourselves.”

You weren’t sure how long you had been running around for. It had to have been several minutes at least. 

Adrenaline flooded your veins, your skin buzzing as you remained in a state of high alert. Your eyes scan the open space of the abandoned building you found yourself in. A rundown prison, to be exact. When your gaze lands on a room, you make haste and press your body into a corner, using the pitch blackness to disguise yourself. 

Waiting…

For him.

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*Ten minutes ago*

“I don’t– I don’t know about this,” you stammered, taking in the unfamiliar environment.

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” he purred. His mouth was spread out into a toothy grin, elongated canines peeking through. “You won’t know unless you try.”

How you even ended up in this scenario is beyond you. Chan had suggested a game of hide and seek. He claimed that it was going to be exhilarating. Something adventurous and thrilling to spruce things up. However, you know him well enough to know that situations like this always came with a catch. Despite that, you finally agreed. 

His already wide grin only grew. “Excellent...” he whispered. He stepped closer. “This will be… exciting.” He stood right in front of you. “Yes… exciting, indeed.”

There was hardly any room between the two of you now. You could see everything. His soft, smooth skin. His sharp jaw. His plush lips. His delicate lashes on each of his multi-colored eyes. He was beautiful, which only made him more dangerous.

“This is what is going to happen,” he whispered, voice soft but firm. “I am going to give you a ten-minute head start, where you will run and hide, before I start looking for you.”

Chan moved even closer. You could feel his breath fanning on your face. “If I find you… and I will find you,” he explained with a matter-of-fact tone. A gloved hand gripped your chin. The soft brush of a thumb could be felt across your bottom lip. “There will be… consequences.”

A smile of satisfaction appeared when the last word left his lips. You couldn’t help the shiver that traveled down your spine. If he were anyone else… if you were anyone else… you would’ve been horrified. Fearing for your life at what he could possibly have in store for you should you get caught. 

But you weren't. Yes, you had an inkling of fear that settled in your stomach, but there was something else. Something more dangerous: Excitement. Anticipation. 

He could see it in your eyes. In the way you subtly bit your lip, followed by a shaky, almost inaudible exhalation of air. The shiver that shook through your body. It caused a new rush of excitement to wash over him. 

He lets go of your chin, taking a step back to put distance between the two of you. “You have ten minutes,” he announced. “And do put in some effort. I do enjoy a good hunt.” He smiled. “Not that it would be much of a challenge for me to find you, anyway.”

The man gestured behind him. “Go on,” he murmured. “Time’s ticking.” 

You wasted no time running away. Away, and into what would be your inevitable fate.

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*Back to the present*

You weren’t sure how much time had passed.

Minutes felt like hours at this point. You remained in your hiding spot, not daring to move or stray away from where you stood. It was only around five minutes later when you heard the sound of footsteps in your vicinity. They were faint at first but grew louder with every passing second.

Your heart started racing when you could hear his steps outside the room you resided in. At some point, his footsteps stopped by the entryway of the room. You held a hand over your mouth, waiting in anticipation of what he’d do next. After what felt like ages, the footsteps continued onward, away from the room.

You wanted to be relieved, but he was unpredictable. You peeled yourself away from the wall, stepping toward the doorway with an air of caution. There was no sign of him when you peek around the corner. Chan was nowhere to be found. You took a couple of steps into the hallway.

You couldn’t have been any more wrong.

 Something grabbed your waist and pressed against your back.

“Found you.”

You let out a gasp when you were pushed back into the room, your back slamming into a wall. Your eyes were met with the crazed expression on his face. He was panting, not from exertion, but from restraint. A gloved hand grabbed onto your jaw in a tight grasp. Tight but not painful.

“I told you that I’d find you,” he whispered.

The moment he had stepped into your vicinity, he already knew where you were hiding. Your scent was bleeding from you in waves the closer he got. He paused at the doorway of the room you were in, ears picking up the subtle sounds of your muffled breaths. He continued on, wanting to give you a false sense of security before he struck. 

Predators like him enjoyed playing with their food, after all.

Now you were right where he wanted you. Trapped in his grasp like a fly stuck in a Venus fly trap. “You’re right where I want you. And now…” Chan ruffed. “You're mine to consume.”

He lunged forward and pressed a burning kiss onto your lips. It was a messy one, one of clashing teeth and exchanging saliva. He tore away to trail sloppy down your jaw and neck. A moan slipped past your lips when he sucked dark bruises into the flesh of your neck. 

His nose pressed up against your throat, tracing the carotid artery pumping blood underneath your skin. To him, a victim’s blood smelled and tasted sweetest when they were afraid. Pumped full of cortisol. However, the arousal mixed in with fear created something new. Something intoxicating. A groan left his throat, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was throbbing in his pants.

His fangs ached to sink into your neck, but he stopped himself. “You smell… divine.” He whispered. 

Your heart skipped a beat when a hand from your chin trailed down your chest, moving toward your pants. Fingertips teased at the hem before they dip past your pants and into your underwear. You were so pent up that there was hardly any resistance when he finally touched you.

“Mm… I hardly touched you, and you’re already so wet,” he muttered.

Fingers moved toward your throbbing clit, tracing slow but steady circles. A shaky gasp slipped past your lips, eyes fluttering. He watched your expressions closely as he touched you. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, noises threatening to leave your throat.

He wasn’t having it. “No. None of that,” he demanded. “Let me hear you.”

It was torture. The slow pace wasn’t enough. You couldn’t take it, a whine leaving you. A look of satisfaction appeared at the sound. Fortunately, he increased the pace, a wave of pleasure washing over you. Soft moans and pants were all that could be heard in the quiet space. 

It wasn’t long before two fingers pushed into you. You gasped at the intrusion as his digits slipped in with ease. They pumped in and out of you, set at a relentless pace. You moaned, rolling your hips to seek out more of this pleasure.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes met his. They were dark, his pupils almost swallowing the iris whole. He drank you in. Your face was contorted with pleasure, moans being pulled from you with every thrust of his fingers.

“Look at you,” Chan murmured. “Do you have any idea of what you do to me?”

His free hand grabbed yours and pressed it against him in his pants. He was fully hard. You clenched around his fingers when you felt his size through the fabric. You took the opportunity to really feel him, groping him through his pants. He pressed up against your hand with a groan.

He didn’t let up on the pace. You rolled your hips against his hand out of desperation, your hands gripping onto his arms. His thumb returned to your clit, continuing its ministrations. The texture of his leather gloves only enhances the sensations. All you could do was helplessly moan as your orgasm approached. 

Closer and closer… until he stopped.

Your eyes snapped open. “Why did you stop?” you breathed out. 

“Because… I like playing with my food,” he whispered. He  grabbed your face in his hand. “I am going to take my time… and I will ruin you.” His words made your stomach do a flip.

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He kept at this for what felt like an hour. You weren’t quite sure how long. Taking you to the brink, ready to be pushed, only to bring you back from the ledge. It didn’t help that he moved on to other means. One that involved him hoisting you up against the wall, legs draped over his shoulders, as he ate you out. Devouring you like a starved animal.

“Fffuck…” you slurred. “Please... ‘m gonna cum...”

The sounds he was making eating your pussy was pornographic. The sounds of slurping and collective moans filled up the empty space in the room. All the while, he was humping the air, letting out groans. He could almost cum from this, but he still had some semblance of self-control. When you were brought to the edge for what was probably the tenth time, he stopped again.

You let out a cry. “No, please!” you whined. Tears pricked at your eyes. “Let me cum. Please.”

Chan pulled away, his mouth and chin covered in a sheen of your fluids. His chest was heaving, arousal and hunger written all over his face. “Not just yet,” he breathed. “I need to have you.”

Still hoisted up, your legs were removed from his shoulders and wrapped around his waist instead. Clinking metal could be heard from when he unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and underwear just enough. He groaned, feeling relieved after being constricted by his tight pants. 

Chan  wasted no time lining himself up and watched himself put it in. The overwhelming warmth and lack of resistance had him groaning. You let a surprised moan in response to the sensation. There was a moment of adjustment where no movement was made. 

Slowly, he started to move. It took every last ounce of restraint not to just lose control and rut into you until you couldn’t walk. He watched your face closely, observing every expression that appeared on your face. Finally, he had you right where he wanted.

It didn’t take long until he picked up the tempo, soft moans and whimpers falling out of you. “Mngh,” you whined.

The stretch of his cock and the way it dragged along your walls was a pleasure unlike anything you ever felt. You don’t think anyone or anything could top it. You weren’t given any more time to fully relish it before he started moving faster. He pulled all the way up, only to slam back in. 

You let out a gasp, followed by a mewl. “Fuck,” you breathed out. 

He tutted. “So crude,” he said in feign innocence. You did your best to glare daggers at him. 

“Shut– ngh shut up,” you hissed, a moan slipping out mid-sentence. He just laughed at you.

“Aww. So drunk off my cock that you lost all your bite. Can't even think straight,” he cooed mockingly. You wanted to bite back, but you couldn’t muster the strength to.

You don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed, his relentless thrusts leaving no room to be. You just held for dear life, clawing at his back as he rutted into you mercilessly. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a messy kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth with a moan. You could taste yourself from when he devoured previously.

You were so close. Closer than you ever were before. The familiar coil tightens your abdomen, threatening to snap. He could tell. It was obvious with the way you were moaning and desperately rolled your hips to meet his. He was close, too. 

“Mm… gonna cum,” you moaned once more. Only this time, he didn’t stop.

He continued to pound into you, bringing his hand to rub quick circles onto your clit. You wailed, the sound bouncing off the walls. As the coil in your stomach finally snapped, Chan did something you weren’t entirely expecting:

He grabbed your nape and sunk his fangs in your neck.

The piercing pain, mixed in with intense waves of pleasure, brings your orgasm to another level. You cried his name as your orgasm shook through you. Your vision went white for a moment. Your toes were curling. 

The delectable taste of your blood coating his tongue combined with you clenching around him pushed him over. He came with a guttural groan, coating your insides in waves. His hips slowed to a stop as he pulled out, leaving you both to catch your breath. 

He moved his mouth from your neck, causing you to wince. Blood leaked out of the two puncture marks he left in your flesh. He leaned down and lapped it up with his tongue, cleaning the wounds. Upon moving away, he took a moment to take you in. 

You were basking in the afterglow of sex. Your skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat. Your eyes were closed and lips were slightly parted, letting out soft breaths. His eyes traveled down, landing on the dark bruises he sucked into your neck and collarbone. 

His eyes returned to the bite he left in your neck. It was fresh, the surrounding flesh red and disturbed. The idea of it healing into a scar, leaving a permanent reminder of his claim on you, made his cock twitch slightly.

He looked back up at you. He reached a hand to your face, holding onto it gently. His thumb brushed your still wet tears away, the soft touch causing you to lean into it. If his heart was still beating, it would’ve fluttered at the gesture. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss onto your lips, a contrast to messy ones he gave you earlier. 

Finally, you open your eyes once he pulls away. “Well… that was… certainly adventurous.”

He laughed softly. “Yes. It most certainly was,” he whispered. “I do hope you are up for doing this again. I found this to be exhilarating.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Though… you wouldn’t be all that against the idea. “I'll think about it,” you replied.

“Excellent. I look forward to it.”

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