Heeseung lets out a low chuckle, his hot breath fanning your neck as his fingers don’t stop, gently pinching one of your nipples until you moan softly.

“It’s not that I like them…” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with desire. “I fucking love them. These perfect tits, these sweet nipples that get hard just by looking at them. I love the way you squirm when I suck on them, the way you arch your back, and sometimes you even come just from my tongue on them. And then, when they're pink and puffy... god, there's nothing better.

As he talks, his caresses become more insistent, his thumbs pressing harder, swirling around your nipples until they're so sensitive that every touch draws a gasp from you. He lifts your shirt in a swift motion, bunching it over your tits, exposing them to the cool air of the room. His erection, hard and hot, presses against your ass through his shorts, the throbbing bulge rubbing against you with every small movement. You're wearing only that shirt and lace panties, and you feel the damp fabric sticking to your pussy, your juices already soaking it with arousal.

"At this rate, we're never going to finish the movie.". you say, your voice cracking, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. Heeseung leans in, his lips brushing your earlobe, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I don't give a shit about the movie, baby" he whispers, and begins to rub against you with more intent, his hard cock sliding against your ass, the rough brush of the fabric amplifying every sensation.

You sigh in frustration, but desire wins. You grab the TV remote with trembling fingers and press pause, the silence in the room broken only by your heavy breathing. Heeseung smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and in one fluid movement, he repositions himself, opening your legs to fit between them. His cock, still trapped in his shorts, rubs against your panty-covered pussy, the heat of his erection seeping through the damp fabric, making your hips instinctively buck up to meet him.

Without wasting a second, his mouth moves down to your tits. He sucks on a nipple hungrily, his tongue swirling around the swollen peak before sucking hard, the wet sound filling the room. He alternates between the two, licking, sucking, and nibbling with just enough pressure to make you feel the delicious sting of pleasure. Your nipples, already sensitive, throb under his attention, and each tug of his mouth draws a high-pitched moan from you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently to keep him there, as you raise your hips, grinding against his cock more desperately, the lace of your panties soaked and slick with your juices.

Heeseung moans against your skin, the sound vibrating in your nipple as his eyes bore into yours, dark and filled with lust. The friction between your bodies is intense, the heat of his erection rubbing against your swollen clit through the fabric, but he doesn't stop at your tits, sucking harder, leaving your nipples glistening with saliva and reddened.

Suddenly, his hand moves urgently down, freeing his cock from his shorts in a swift, sharp motion, the elastic hitting his skin with a soft pop. You see it, thick and veined, the taut skin glistening in the dim light of the living room, the swollen tip dripping with precum that runs down the glans in a slimy drop. Before you can process it, his rough fingers hook the lace of your panties, sliding them aside until the fabric rests against your thigh. With a single thrust, he penetrates you, his thick cock stretching your hot, soaking pussy, the inner walls contracting around its ridged texture, each prominent vein rubbing against your sensitive spots with a delicious friction that makes you arch your back. The heat of his erection fills every inch of you, the stretch almost painful but so fucking pleasurable that your nails dig into his shoulders.

He begins with slow, deep thrusts, short but precise, as if he wants to record every sensation in your body. His cock slides in and out, the wet sound of your pussy sucking him echoing in the room, mingling with your high-pitched moans and the low grunts escaping his throat. You feel every movement: the tip hitting your cervix, the veins of his cock dragging against your inner walls, the scorching heat of his skin against yours. Your juices spurt, soaking the base of his cock and trickling down your thighs, the musky scent of sex filling the air.

But his mouth doesn't leave your nipples, not for a second. He sucks with obsessive intensity, alternating between them with a devotion that drives you wild. His tongue swirls around one puffy nipple, licking the sensitive skin before sucking hard, the wet pop when he releases resonating like a gunshot. He moves to the other, nibbling it with just enough teeth for you to feel the sharp sting of pleasure again, then soothing it with soft, wet licks. Your nipples, already red and swollen, throb, each brush of his tongue sending shocks straight to your clit. You moan loudly, the sound raw and uninhibited.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, babe” he growls against your nipple, his voice vibrating against your skin as he sucks harder, his hips moving mercilessly. "I love how you get so sensitive from this, how your pussy squeezes me when I suck on these beautiful tits.

Heeseung picks up the pace, fucking you harder, the base of his cock hitting your sensitive flesh with a rhythmic slap that makes you shiver. The friction amplified by your juices makes everything slick and hot. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in quick, firm circles, the exact pressure bringing you to the edge. The triple stimulation is overwhelming: his cock filling you to the hilt, stretching you with each thrust, his mouth sucking and biting your nipples, leaving them glistening with saliva, his finger working your clit with a precision that disarms you. Your thighs tremble, heat building in your belly like a storm.

You moan louder, body convulsing as the orgasm hits you like a wave. Your pussy contracts in violent spasms around his cock, sucking him hard, hot juices dripping down your thighs and soaking the couch beneath you. The pleasure is so intense that your eyes glaze over, a strangled cry escaping your throat as you arch against him, your nipples throbbing beneath his warm tongue.

Heeseung doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. He releases your nipples with a wet pop, the swollen peaks coated in saliva and quivering with your every breath. His dark, feverish eyes bore into yours, and with a throaty growl, he pull his cock out, the emptiness leaving you gasping and throbbing around nothing. He jerks off quickly, his hand moving relentlessly, groaning breathlessly until his balls tense, and soon he's spilling his thick, hot cum all over your tits. The white cream splatter your skin, trickling down your sensitive nipples, sliding over the swell of your breasts as he pants, his chest heaving hard, his eyes fixed on the image of his mark on you, the pleasure consuming him completely as the echoes of your labored breaths fill the living room.

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John throws the sheets off and sits up. His long limbs feel endless for a moment as he stretches before he snaps back into his aching, (mostly) mortal body. The smell of the room, of endless visitors and days, has him craving a cigarette. Sometimes he’s lucky enough that there’s a pack on the bedside table. Today is one of them. He peels the seal open and taps out a fag from the pack. The first inhale makes him wistful; this brand went out of business twenty years ago.

He sits there long enough that he has to tap a solid bit of ash into the soot stained ashtray. He wants to stay longer. Schrodinger’s cat and all that.

Maybe he should just go look.

He grabs the pack and the room key from the bedside. The key has a battered plastic tag that feels right in his hand. He thinks the room is number twenty-one, but it hurts to look too long at it. The key itself is different with each glance.

The cigarette is just balanced between John’s lips, stuck there so that he can toss on the robe over the boxer briefs that he has on. He wears it mostly to have a pocket to stash things in. It also helps stave off the chill of the halls.

Every door looks exactly the same—yellowed oak wood set into even more yellow wallpaper. There’s no decoration other than the hall sconces. The way the light pours out of them is fragmented and shifting. Every so often a door is cracked open, held tight by the chain. There’s something there behind those doors. Other ones too, sometimes, when John knows he’s being watched from behind a peephole. John’s careful to never look back.

He just smokes his cigarette, lighting the next off the old butt of the last, and keeps walking down the hall. He’ll get to where he’s going eventually, wherever that may be.

There’s one place he’s hoping for more than the other.

He just keeps walking.

Finally, suddenly, he’s come to a set of brass and glass doors. The thick fog of condensataion on the doors make it impossible to see through. It doesn’t matter, John knows what will greet him as he pushed both doors open. A smile plays on his lips and in his voice. “Hello, handsome, how’s the water?”

“Just about the same as always. Too fucking green and weirdly warm.”

John eyes the pool as he walks around the outside of it. His steps sound sacrilegiously loud against the tiles, but what is his whole fucking life but being sacrilegiously loud?

“It is very green,” John settles for saying.

The other makes a noise that manages to sound sarcastic as he sets his book aside. “Green is sorta its most defining trait.”

“Hum… nah, mate,” John says. He braces his arms on either side of the plastic pool chair as he leans down. “I would go with other worldly first.”

“Everything is other worldly here, Hellblazer.” Those sea-glass green eyes meet John’s steadily. “Including you and me.”

“Yet you won’t tell me your secrets,” John points out. The words are a whisper and nearly cut off by the kiss that follows. It’s as much a kiss John starts as one that John meets in the middle. He lets himself enjoy the taste of it before he pulls back just enough to get a look. “What are your secrets, Dan?”

Dan rolls his eyes, but it’s mostly an excuse to look away. “I’ve told you, you really don’t want to know.”

“Oh but I do, lovely. I’m curious,” John cajoles as he straddles the chair and Dan. Dan is likewise in a robe, but only with swim trunks on underneath.

Tiny, yellow swim trunks.

Dan runs his hands up under John’s robes. He has the calloused hands of of a craftsman, and his thumbs are rough where they rub against John’s hip bones.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Dan says.

“But boredom killed it quicker,” John sings back.

“Oh, well, if boredom is what you wanted to avoid…” Dan purrs. His grip tightens, keeping John held down as he arches up.

John hums happily. He would rather understand what Dan is, but ever visit he learns a little more. What’s so wrong about having some fun at the same time? “I’ll learn your secrets.”

“Not if you want me to keep fucking you.”

He was trying. God, he was trying. Heeseung’s knuckles were white where his hands fisted the cushion of the couch, a picture of composure to anyone else, but you knew better. The slight flare of his nostrils, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when you shifted in your seat, the way his tongue darted out to wet lips that were no longer red but pale from restraint, all of it betrayed him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Your voice was soft, teasing, though your body was already buzzing under the weight of his stare. “I’m not,” he muttered, but it came out hoarse, raw with something he couldn’t bury. His gaze dropped to the floor, only to drag back up again, helpless. “You know I’m not.” You tilted your head, baring more skin to him. The lamplight caught the curve of your neck, the delicate thrum beneath it. “You’re lying.”

He inhaled sharply. It was dangerous, the way you tempted him. The way you leaned back on your hands, arching your throat as though begging him to sink his teeth in. He hated how easily you could read him now, how you weren’t afraid of the monster that he was. Or worse, that you wanted it. His tongue pressed against the edge of his fang until he tasted copper. A punishment. A reminder. He couldn’t, he shouldn’t, because the last time he’d lost himself, you’d been left trembling, too weak to walk for hours. And yet even then, you had smiled. Smiled at him as if you’d been waiting your whole life to be consumed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he hissed, finally meeting your eyes. They burned in the half-dark, the black of his pupils swallowing the rest of his irises whole. “Like what?” You leaned closer, lowering your voice into a whisper that ghosted over his ear. “Like I want you to bite me?”

The sharp exhale that left him made your stomach flip. Heeseung’s hand snapped up, gripping the armrest instead of your skin, but the pressure made the old wood creak. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” “Don’t I?” You tilted your head to the other side, deliberately exposing the delicate stretch of your throat. Your pulse quickened at your own audacity, but you held still, knowing he could hear it, knowing every thud of your heart called to him. “You’ve been staring for hours, Hee. I can feel you from across the room.”

His chest rose and fell, too fast for someone who didn’t need air. The hunger was painted across his face now, not even masked. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole. Like he’d stop at nothing if he allowed himself just a taste. “Don’t tempt me,” he warned, voice low and breaking, though he leaned forward anyway, inching closer as if the magnet between you was stronger than his will. His hand twitched, fingers curling with the urge to brush your skin. “You don’t understand what happens when I start—”

You swallowed, your throat moving deliberately beneath his gaze. “Then show me.” Something in him cracked. His lips parted, breath shuddering out as his fangs caught the light. He looked half-mad, half-beautiful, caught between restraint and ruin. The room seemed smaller now, the air heavier with the weight of your daring. And even though he still hadn’t touched you, you felt it, his hunger crawling over your skin, the promise of his bite like fire waiting to catch.

His hand moved before his mind could catch up. A slow, trembling reach, the back of his knuckles brushing along your jaw. The touch was reverent, but the tremor behind it betrayed how hard he was fighting himself. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Heeseung whispered, his voice frayed like silk tearing. His thumb dragged down to the hollow of your throat, pressing ever so slightly against the frantic beat beneath. The sound of your heart thrummed loud in his ears, drowning out everything else.

Your breath hitched, goosebumps rising where his skin met yours. “Then stop waiting.” It was all the permission he needed. He moved, a blur of hunger, one hand cupping the back of your head, tilting it just enough to bare your throat completely. His lips ghosted over your skin, not biting yet, just breathing you in. The brush of his mouth was enough to make your knees weaken.

“Hee—” you gasped when his teeth grazed over the delicate flesh.

“Shh,” he soothed, though his voice cracked. He pressed feather-light kisses down your throat, lips parting between each one, his tongue flicking out as though testing the pulse pounding beneath. Every scrape of his fang made your stomach twist with a strange, heady anticipation. The first prick was shallow, barely there, more a warning than a wound. The sting melted instantly into warmth, a slow, spiraling rush that spread down your neck, your chest, curling low in your belly.

You let out a shaky moan. “Oh..” He froze at the sound, fangs hovering against your skin. “Already?” His voice was wrecked, but a dangerous smile tugged at his lips. “It’s taking hold…”

Your nails dug into his shirt, clinging to him as your body lit up in ways you couldn’t explain. Your heart raced, every beat pumping fire through your veins where he’d nicked you. The room tilted; you swore you could feel the world bend around the steady drag of his breath against your throat. “Heeseung—” you whimpered, not knowing if you were begging him to stop or to go deeper.

He growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. “God, you sound so sweet like this.” His lips pressed firmer, his tongue smoothing over the faint blood he’d drawn, lapping it up like nectar. “And you taste even sweeter.” Heat coiled between your thighs, sharp and insistent. Your body arched into him, chasing more without even realizing it. The venom, whatever aphrodisiac clung to his fangs, was unraveling you fast, each pulse dragging you closer to the edge of desperation. “You’re trembling,” he murmured against your skin, though he didn’t sound concerned. He sounded smug. A predator watching his prey succumb. His hand slid down your side, splaying across your hip, pulling you flush against his chest. “You like it, don’t you? My bite. My hunger.”

You whimpered again, thighs pressing together as if that alone could soothe the ache building there. “Yes.” The admission slipped free, breathless, wrecked. His laugh was dark, breath hot against your ear. “You’re already addicted.” Before you could answer, his fangs sank deeper. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let the venom flood you. The rush was immediate, your body jolted, a strangled moan escaping your lips as your nails clawed at his back.

Every nerve burned, every inch of your skin hypersensitive. His bite made the air electric, his hands molten where they gripped you, his chest a wall of heat pinning you in place. You felt drunk, dizzy, aroused beyond reason, and you couldn’t stop trembling. “More,” you gasped, shocking yourself with how shameless it sounded. His low groan vibrated against your neck. “Say that again.” “More. Please, Hee—” His control shattered.

He shoved you back onto the couch cushions, looming above you with his lips stained crimson. His chest heaved, pupils blown wide, fangs still bared. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” he growled, though the way he was already dragging his mouth back down your neck betrayed him. Your body was on fire, the aphrodisiac twisting your desire into desperation. And the way he looked at you, like he’d finally given in to the monster inside, made your pulse race even faster.

Heeseung’s mouth crashed against yours before you could say another word. It wasn’t a kiss, it was hunger, raw and unrestrained. His tongue pushed past your lips, fangs grazing as he devoured every sound you made. The copper tang of your own blood lingered on his tongue, and the taste made him groan deep into your mouth. You didn’t even notice when his hand tore your shirt apart at the seams, buttons scattering across the floor. You only felt the desperate way he palmed at your skin, every touch searing, every brush amplified by the venom burning through your veins.

“Hee, fuck—” you gasped when his fangs scraped your jawline, dragging down to your throat again. The second bite came sharper, deeper, and the rush slammed through you so violently that your hips bucked up against him. “Oh, god,” Heeseung growled against your neck, grinding his hard length into you through the fabric of your shorts. “Feel that?” His voice was ruined, gravel low. “That’s what you do to me. You make me lose myself.”

Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, legs spreading instinctively as the pressure between your thighs became unbearable. “Please,” you whined, the word broken, needy. “Please what?” he taunted, lips brushing your ear as his hips ground harder into yours. “Say it. Tell me what you want.” Your head fell back, the room spinning as the venom made your body writhe helplessly beneath him. “Fuck me. Bite me. I don’t care, just don’t stop.”

His answering moan was guttural, animalistic. In a flash, he had you flipped beneath him, shorts and underwear ripped aside like they were nothing. His cock pressed hot and heavy against your slick entrance, and he barely gave you a second before thrusting in, deep, filling you in one stroke. The scream that tore from your throat made him shudder.

“Shit, so fucking tight,” he groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck. His fangs scraped there again, threatening. “I should take my time with you, but I can’t. You feel too good, fuck, you feel too good around me.” Each thrust was brutal, his hips snapping forward like he was trying to bury himself deeper, to fuse into you. The couch creaked with the force, your body bouncing helplessly beneath him.

And then, another bite. Your scream turned into a strangled moan, your back arching violently as the venom tore through your veins. The orgasm hit you like a storm, sudden and overwhelming, clenching tight around him until you saw stars. But Heeseung didn’t stop. “Look at you, already cumming?” His laugh was dark, sharp, as he licked the fresh blood off your neck. His cock never slowed, pounding into your oversensitive cunt, each stroke dragging another whimper from your lips. “I’m not finished. You’re mine until I say otherwise.”

Tears pricked your eyes at the intensity, your nails carving red trails down his back as you shook beneath him. “Hee—too much—” “Too much?” He bit your shoulder this time, shallow but enough to send another wave of heat crashing down your spine. His hips stuttered as you clenched again, another orgasm ripping through you without warning. “That’s not too much, baby. That’s exactly what I want.”

He fucked you through it, groaning at the way you convulsed around him. His thrusts grew sloppier, more desperate, until he was biting down again, marking every inch of skin his mouth touched. Your body was nothing but nerve endings and fire, every bite dragging another climax out of you until you were sobbing beneath him. “Beg for me,” he rasped, lips smeared crimson as he pulled back to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, hair sticking to his damp forehead. He looked wild, feral. “Beg me to ruin you.”

You were crying now, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of it all, hips trembling beneath his unrelenting pace. “Please, Hee, please ruin me. Bite me, fuck me, don’t stop, don’t ever stop—” His cock twitched at your words, and his control finally snapped.

With a vicious growl, he sank his fangs deep into your throat as he slammed home one last time, spilling hot inside you just as you shattered again around him. The pain, the pleasure, the venom, it all blurred into one dizzying rush that left you screaming his name into the night. Heeseung drank deeply, each swallow matched by the twitch of his cock inside you, wringing out every drop of pleasure until you went limp beneath him. He pulled back only when your blood painted his lips, chest heaving, his expression drunk and dazed.

“Mine,” he whispered, voice hoarse but reverent, as he licked your throat clean. His hips gave one last lazy thrust, grinding deep inside your overstimulated cunt. “Every drop of you. Every breath.” You could only whimper in response, trembling, wrecked, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. And Heeseung smiled, dark, feral, satisfied, before leaning down again, fangs grazing your skin in promise of the next round.

The world felt soft, muted, like you were floating somewhere far away. Every inch of your body throbbed, neck stinging, thighs trembling, chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Heeseung didn’t move at first. He stayed inside you, holding your hips as though afraid you’d dissolve if he let go. His mouth pressed tender kisses along the torn skin of your throat, careful now, slow, almost apologetic.

You whimpered when he finally eased out of you, the loss sharp and wet between your thighs. His hands were gentle as he reached for the blanket draped over the couch, tucking it around your bare body before pulling you into his lap. Your head lolled against his shoulder, breaths still ragged. “Never… never again…” you managed, your voice wrecked, hoarse from screaming.

He chuckled low, lips brushing your temple. “Sure, baby.” “I mean it,” you whispered, though the way you clung to him betrayed you. Your fingers curled in his shirt, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. “You, you ruined me.”

Heeseung hummed, stroking your back with one long hand, smearing circles of warmth into your spine. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils still blown, a smug smile tugging at his bloodstained lips. “And you loved every second.” You nuzzled weakly into his chest, hiding your face in the fabric of his shirt, embarrassed at how right he was. “Shut up.” “Never,” he teased softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Not when you beg me so sweetly. Not when you let me bite you like that.” His voice dropped, velvet dark. “Not when you cum just from my fangs.”

Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily at the memory, a whimper catching in your throat. Heeseung noticed immediately, his smirk widening. “See?” he murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. His gaze was dark but unbearably tender, the predator softened only by the way he held you. “You’ll say never again tonight… and tomorrow night, you’ll be begging me for it.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but his thumb brushed your bottom lip, silencing you. His expression was adoring, reverent, though the hunger still lingered in the sharp points of his fangs. “Rest now,” he whispered, tucking you closer against him, your heartbeat steady under his palm. “You’ll need your strength for the next time.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling you under. The last thing you felt was the brush of his lips against your temple, and the low, smug murmur he thought you were too far gone to hear, “Mine. Always mine.”

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