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“Mommy, my teeth hurt,” had said little vampire Taehyung, twelve years ago, as he massaged his gums with the tip of his index finger, finding the feeling both relieving and painful. His wide eyes stared up as his mom, worried and confused to be in such a situation where nothing seemed to make the pain go away fully. Deep down, he was scared that he was sick— he never liked doctors or hospitals or having to take medicine, so the thought was very worrying for the eight-year-old.

His mother, whose attention was previously on filling the blood bottles they kept in their fridge with the recently acquired bags fresh out of the grocery store, turned to him with excitement in her eyes upon hearing his words, her elated reaction confusing the tiny vampire even more.

"Oh, sweetheart, let mommy see," she said, washing her hands with tap water to get rid of any blood staining her fingers before gesturing for Taehyung to come closer to her inviting body, kneeling on the floor so she had a better angle and Taehyung didn't have to stretch his body uncomfortably.

"’S thix nowmal, ma?" Taehyung had asked, slurring the words as he felt his mom probe at his mouth, her fingertips pushing against his gums and making him wince in pain. "Huwts!"

"I'm sorry, baby bat," she had smiled at him, retrieving her hands and wiping them on her pants, uncaring of dirtying the fabric with her son's saliva, clearly not bothered by the way her eyes brightened with realization. "Come here," she opened her arms wide, the boy hugging her instantly, always seeking his mother’s warmth and protective embrace.

"Of course it's normal, baby," she had assured him, combing through his wild, curly black locks with her dainty, small fingers as Taehyung buried his face in her neck, nosing at her skin and smelling her sweet perfume. "Do you remember two years ago, how some of your teeth fell and new ones replaced them?" his mother asked, and Taehyung nodded shortly. "Well, this time, it'll only happen to four of your teeth. They'll be replaced by two sets of fangs, baby."

Her words made Taehyung lean back to stare at her with wonder, eyes shining with curiosity as his tiny fingers grasped at her shoulders in excitement.

"Like yours, mommy?" he asked, pointing at her lips and poking at them so she'd open her mouth, the action far too cute to keep her expression neutral.

"That's right. my smart little boy," she cooed, kissing him noisily on the cheeks and making him giggle. "You’ll be just like me." She sighed as she looked up to the sky. “Wish your dad could see you now, our baby all grown up.”

Taehyung had smiled widely then, pain completely shadowed by the excitement blooming inside of him. He loved his mom, she was his superhero and best friend, and the thought of growing up to be a little bit more like her made him happy.

A few months after, the two sets of teeth finally fell. He sure looked a little goofy, his non-vampire friends at school making fun of the big gaps in his mouth. His teachers, though, didn’t hold back any of their praises, congratulating him on becoming a big boy! It doesn't usually take too long for the fangs to grow, so not even two weeks later, he already had a sharp, pointy little thing squeezing past his gums. Every day he would inspect his mouth, showing mommy how fast they were growing and receiving nothing but praise in response.

However, as time passed, the little fangs did not grow to look like mommy's at all.

Where hers were long and beautiful, his were no longer than his previous, human-sized teeth, and not as sharp as his vampire friends', either.

Mommy told him that it's okay, that they might take a while to grow because he's such a special little boy, but, after two, three, four years... Taehyung lost hope of ever getting real vampire fangs like he should. It's embarrassing how small they are. It makes him self-conscious to eat, to laugh or even speak in public, scared of opening his mouth and letting someone see them. How good of a vampire he is if he doesn't even have proper fangs?

Mommy never made him feel small and always supported him, though, taking him to the doctor even though she felt like it wasn't necessary, that it was just a matter of time and that maybe he's just a late bloomer! However, not even the doctor could explain why Taehyung’s fangs were so... shy. They had the space and perfect condition to grow, and yet... they simply wouldn't.

His mysterious condition led him to become a very private person, so unlike the extroverted child he once was.

As a man in his early twenties now, Taehyung is a lot more used to the feeling of being different, but it doesn't mean it's any less scary to let people notice his tiny, underdeveloped fangs. It's hard for him to talk to new people, so he closes himself off to the friends he already has: a ghoul named Jimin, who has been by his side since elementary school, and two other vampires, Seokjin and Yoongi.

"There's another red party happening this month," Jimin says, excitement clear even in the darkness of his blacked-out eyes. “Gotta love Halloween season.”

Taehyung bites on his lower lip as he watches the rest of the group cheer, ready for another weekend of vampire festivities.

Red parties are vampire-hosted events in which all kinds of beings are welcomed to attend. It's the only time it's socially acceptable for vampires to feed in public, so it's a rare opportunity to combine the best of parties with the best of vampires.

Why would any non-vampire subject themselves to that, you may ask? The answer is simple: a vampire bite carries many chemical substances, most of which help stimulate the brain and result in a pleasurable feeling of numbness. Then, as the numbness begins to fade, it is replaced with adrenaline and a feeling of euphoria. that, in turn, stimulates the heart to beat faster and pump more blood, starting a never-ending cycle of pleasure and satisfaction.

That's why Jimin, even as a ghoul, feels so pumped by it, especially considered they couldn't go to the previous party, held at the beginning of October.

Taehyung, however... he's not particularly excited about it.

As a vampire with faulty fangs, he can't really feed on people, instead relying solely on blood bags from the local supermarket, so red parties aren't really his scene. Besides, there’s far too many people, more than he’s comfortable with. But... he did promise Jimin, Seokjin, and Yoongi he would go to the next one as a way to make up for a favor he once asked.

Maybe he should've promised them his kidney instead, or something...

He didn't know what he expected, but the red party seems almost... normal, at first glance. Just a bunch of people dancing and drinking, not unlike the other parties Taehyung was once or twice dragged to.

It feels somewhat anticlimactic, to be honest.

However, if you do focus a little bit more on the masses of bodies bundled around the dance floor, you would see the somewhat vulgar sight of vampires sinking their teeth into someone’s neck.

It’s… definitely a rather erotic display. Well, for him, at least.

“Cheer up, Tae,” Jimin says, smiling up at him with a kind expression as he pulls him towards the food and drinks table. “They have blood bottles here, with cute straws! Look at those little umbrellas, gosh.”

Jimin is a sweet ball of sunshine when he wants to be, pulling smile from Taehyung with little to no effort for just being the way he is.

“Let’s just dance and have fun, yeah? You deserve it.”

“I’ll try,” Taehyung says quietly, sounding rather unconvincing.

He reaches for a bottle, chuckling when Jimin hands him a blue straw with a purple umbrella and pink flowers.

“Colorful,” Taehyung comments absentmindedly as he takes a sip of his bloody drink. “A very bisexual choice.”

“Just like me,” Jimin winks at him, making him laugh.

There’s definitely some sort of alcohol mixed there, but he doesn’t mind it too much. Although he’s not really the drinking type, it seems that whoever prepared this didn’t feel like making it too strong, probably as to not waste too much on a single serving.

“Tasty?” Jimin asks him once he’s done, beaming when he nods. “Cool. Let’s go to the dance floor now.”

Taehyung loves dancing. Even though he doesn’t go out much, he and his friends are constantly listening to music when together. In the privacy of one of their homes, they’d blast the latest pop song on maximum volume while letting their bodies do the work and laughing at each other.

To him, dancing is something he strongly relates to freedom.

He’s not, however, used to dancing in public, so it’s no wonder why he’s so stiff, barely matching Jimin’s movements as they dance together, squeezed between bodies upon bodies on the dance floor.

“Come on, Taehyungie!” Jimin encourages him, grabbing his hands and swinging them. “I know you can do better than that!”

Taehyung just shoots him a grimace, not sure if he can convince himself to relax in such a situation.

“Okay, this won’t do,” Jimin pouts, pausing before looking around for a second. “Wait right here! I’m getting backup.”

Taehyung groans just as Jimin vanishes, clearly going after Yoongi and Seokjin.

He tries to sway side to side a bit more enthusiastically, not wanting to seem like a weirdo while he waits for Jimin to come back.

From the corner of his eye, he sees a vampire feeding on a demon and he feels his cheeks heat up. Since he doesn’t come to parties like these often, or at all, this type of sight is even more scandalous to him. Honestly, Taehyung can’t remember if he ever even saw a vampire feeding in front of him, even in private. Sure, he knows Seokjin and Yoongi both have fed on Jimin before, but they’ve never done so in front of him. Part of him wonders if it’s because they think he might feel bad, since he can’t do it himself, but that’s just a guess.

“Hey,” someone says from behind him, startling him out of his thoughts. “Looking for a blood donor?”

Taehyung turns around, eyes as wide as saucers, and stares at the man— werewolf in front of him.

Oh, dear god. Fuck. He’s hot.

Shit.

Taehyung is tall, okay, but… well, this man towers over him effortlessly. Like most werewolves, he’s just big everywhere— height, shoulders, chest, biceps, thighs…. he’s also incredibly handsome: strong nose and expressive eyes, with a breathtaking smile. His ears, fluffy and perched atop of his long and curly black hair, give him a soft edge that contrasts beautifully with how incredibly intimidating he looks.

It makes Taehyung feel flustered, brain turning into mush at his presence alone.

So embarrassing.

“No, I—” Taehyung tries to say, only his voice comes out too low with his effort to not show his teeth, easily drowned by the sound of the music blasting through the speakers and boosting around them.

“What?” the werewolf asks, blinking at him rather cutely as his doggy ears twitch. “Can’t hear you.”

Okay, this is bad. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of someone like the man before him, heart racing in his chest as he tries to come up with an excuse.

God, he’s sweating, and he feels like he might pass out.

“Come with me?” the man asks him, leaning, down— closer to speak against his ear, making Taehyung shiver with the sudden proximity. “Go somewhere quieter where we can talk, yeah?.”

He should say no… but he doesn’t.

For some reason, Taehyung feels the need to impress this man. He’s extremely attractive and Taehyung is weak. As someone who’s never had the opportunity to do anything with anyone because of his insecurities, he’s pretty much powerless. So, he nods, stomach twisting uncomfortably when the werewolf smiles and takes his hand in his, leading the way as they bump into dozens of people.

Taehyung is cold, as most vampires are, but this man’s hand feels warm and comforting.

The werewolf leads him even further inside, away from the people and into a room. It’s clear that he knows this place well, with the way he had snaked past bodies and gone straight to the back of the house, no doubt in his mind as he made his way there.

Once they enter, Taehyung realizes they’re in someone’s bedroom, most likely the werewolf’s, if he’s managed to connect the dots. The music is still loud, but not as deafening, and the moonlight coming from the tall windows next the bed allows Taehyung to admire the stranger’s features better.

The man must be one of the most beautiful people he has ever seen, with a combination of features that do nothing but maximize his beauty. Bold eyebrows, strong cheekbones, and a sharp jaw, as well as bulging muscles from shoulders down, obvious through his clothing and making Taehyung’s throat feel dry as his cheeks heat up, feeling both intimidated and tempted.

“Like what you see?” the werewolf asks, and, from his expression, it looks like he’s aware of how bad of a line it is right away. It makes Taehyung laugh, despite feeling so nervous, as he covers his mouth with his palm. “Ouch, okay, got it.”

Fearing he might have offended him, Taehyung hurries to explain himself, eyes wide and one hand extending forward as he waves it guiltily, “No, I mean—”

“I’m joking,” the werewolf interrupts with an easy smile, a very attractive one. “Just trying to get you comfortable, see you smile.”

“Oh,” Taehyung blushes, eyes darting downwards as he pulls at his bottom lip hesitantly, feeling himself grow self-conscious again for not being able to do something as simple as smiling at someone.

“I’m Jeongguk,” the werewolf introduces himself after a beat of silence, staring down at Taehyung with those beautiful, dark eyes of his. “And you are…?”

“Taehyung,” he replies, feeling the need to flee under his intense gaze.

“So, Taehyung…” Jeongguk smirks, tilting his head in a way that shows off the side of his neck perfectly. “Want a taste?”

“Yes,” Taehyung replies hurriedly, unthinkingly, before his brain catches up with his mouth. “Wait, no, I— I’m good, t-thank you.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he stares at Jeongguk, wanting to shrink and hide for being so forward and careless.

“You sure?” Jeongguk pouts, eyes glinting under the moonlight and expression far too cute for it to be legal. “It’s okay, I don’t bite as long as you do.”

Looking around anxiously, scared someone might overhear him, even though he’s alone with Jeongguk in the room, Taehyung mutters, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just… can’t. Sorry.”

His voice is quiet, hesitant.

“What do you mean?” Jeongguk asks, but he realizes right away that he might be prying, taking a step closer to Taehyung and leaning down until they’re the same height, voice soft as he says, “Hey, sorry, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

He’s… really close. Though not overstepping any boundaries, any proximity to this god of a man is enough to leave Taehyung breathless. His scent is maddening, enticing, and it makes Taehyung want to bury his nose on his neck and inhale.

He feels embarrassed. Had he been a normal vampire, he’d jump at the opportunity to feed on Jeongguk, make him feel good, but… he can’t.

Honestly, the amount of shame he feels gets him close to crying, which only worsens his condition.

“It’s just…” Taehyung hesitates, voice cracking and making him bite on his lower lip, suppressing a whine. He feels like a child again and he hates it.

Jeongguk notices his restlessness and it makes Taehyung feel even more like a burden.

However, instead of saying anything else, Jeongguk just straightens up and reaches for Taehyung’s hand again, pulling him until they’re both sitting on the edge of the bed, side by side, the moon painting Jeongguk’s skin silver.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jeongguk says, smiling down at him, kind. “I didn’t mean to make you feel anxious, I’m sorry. I can leave, if you want me to but I feel like you should calm down before going back out there.”

What makes it all worse is that Taehyung really wants to kiss him right now, but he wouldn’t even know how to. He’s never been kissed, never felt comfortable enough to do anything like that, but Jeongguk is just so… understanding; sweet. Surely Jeongguk must think he’s weird, though. There’s no way he doesn’t, and Taehyung can’t even think of why he’d ever want to kiss someone like Taehyung, an incomplete, faulty vampire, who behaves like a silly child when scared. A werewolf like Jeongguk is bound to have dozens of people after him, people who are way better and prettier than Taehyung. It’s just how life is, and he shouldn’t feed into those thoughts, no matter how… how good and inviting Jeongguk’s lips might look.

“It’s okay,” Taehyung shakes his head, trying not to look away from Jeongguk’s eyes despite the shame simmering on his body. “You couldn’t have known, I mean… this is a red party, after all. I’m the… I’m the odd one here.”

His words, for some reason, make Jeongguk frown.

“You’re not odd, Taehyung,” Jeongguk says, and, frankly, Taehyung doesn’t mean to laugh, but it’s just such an unusual thing for him to hear, growing up to be a useless vampire. “I’m serious. There’s nothing odd in wanting your boundaries to be respected.”

“If only it were about that,” he chuckles dryly, looking down at his hands with a somber expression. “If only it were my choice not to behave like all other vampires in here, then, yeah, maybe you’d be right.”

It was never about what he wanted or not. Sadly, his condition, this thing about him took away any sort of choice. Now, all there is left is doubt, insecurity, and shame. It’s definitely nothing personal about Jeongguk— hell, were he able to, Taehyung wouldn’t blink twice before sinking his teeth into Jeongguk’s veiny neck, but consent isn’t the problem here… he is.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung continues with a sigh, “I didn’t mean to suddenly get all moody on you. I know that’s not what you expected when you came to talk to me.”

“I don’t mind,” Jeongguk shrugs, sounding casual and not at all bothered, which surprises Taehyung. “Just wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”

“What?” he can’t help but to ask.

“Yeah,” the werewolf chuckles in response, seeming shy for the first time since they met. “I didn’t know what to say, so I figured offering my blood would be a nice icebreaker in an event like this.”

Taehyung blinks up at him, his eyes full of innocence and wonder, as the words sink in. “Oh, I… okay,” he mumbles, fighting against the blush threatening to show on his cheeks, “I guess you’re not wrong.”

His tone, as well as his embarrassment, makes Jeongguk smile.

“So, um… you didn’t want me to bite you?” Taehyung asks, looking up at Jeongguk with curiosity swimming in his eyes.

“Oh, no, I did, absolutely,” he laughs. “Still do, but it’s not like I’m upset you don’t want to. It’s all good.”

“It’s really not that I don’t want to,” Taehyung pouts, fingers thrumming nervously on his thigh as he pushes through his insecurity to reveal to Jeongguk his biggest secret because, for some reason, he feels comfortable here, next to Jeongguk’s warmth and under his kind gaze. “I’m… physically incapable to, so, um… yeah.” At Jeongguk’s confusion, Taehyung takes a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t have… proper fangs to do it. They never grew past normal human size.”

He can tell Jeongguk feels conflicted, unsure of what to say. It’s understandable— Taehyung himself has never met another like him, so maybe the possibility of vampires not having fangs has never crossed Jeongguk’s mind before. Briefly, Taehyung wonders how he would react if the roles were reversed, but he can’t even imagine what must be going through the werewolf’s mind right now, and that’s, admittedly, very scary.

“So, yeah,” Taehyung continues awkwardly after a few seconds of silence, swallowing down his nerves and playing with his fingers as to distract himself of the increasing ball of anxiety growing within him. “I would if I could. I, um… I really, really would, trust me.”

“I mean…” Jeongguk says, tongue peeking out to moisturize his lips, Taehyung’s eyes following the movement unconsciously. “You still can.”

At his words, Taehyung frowns.

“I don’t think you understand,” he shakes his head, pointing at his mouth without actually showing his teeth. “My fangs are too tiny and blunt, they’re not like normal vampire’s.”

“You don’t have to bite anyone to feed on them, though,” Jeongguk points out with a smile.

Taehyung blinks confusedly, “Then… how?”

Jeongguk shrugs, lifting his hand. “My nails are sharp enough. I’m sure I’d be able to pierce through skin if you show me where to do it.”

Silently, Taehyung blinks up at him, wide eyes searching to see any signs that this is a joke.

He finds none.

“You’d… you’d do that?” he asks quietly. “For me?”

He’s never considered this before. To him, and everyone else, either vampires had to bite someone to feed or resort to blood bags. Cutting the skin and drinking from the wound was never really something he considered.

But then again… it’s not like he’d have the guts to ask anyone had he ever thought of that.

And it’s not like he expected Jeongguk to act so unbothered in the first place, considering it’s not normal for vampires to not have proper fangs. His look like a child’s, always have and always will. That’s not normal.

However, Jeongguk just shrugs, lowering his hand as he smiles. “Of course. I assume you’ve never fed on something other than a blood bag, so I’d be more than happy to be the one to change that, if that’s what you want.”

“Won’t it hurt you, though?” Taehyung asks quietly, looking up at him with puppy-like eyes, staring at him with newfound admiration.

Jeongguk’s reaction means a lot to him. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t try to see Taehyung’s fangs… he barely even reacted at all, just offering an option Taehyung never even thought of. Sure, maybe it’s the bare minimum, but Taehyung isn’t used to that.

Taehyung is clearly attracted by Jeongguk, has been since the beginning, but the fact that he’s hot, sweet and kind sure helps him a lot. It gives Taehyung a weird sense of comfort that he is yet to experience with another stranger.

Frankly, this feeling makes him want to be impulsive, which is very exciting.

“I’m a werewolf,” Jeongguk replies simply, smiling at Taehyung like this is a normal conversation to have, like nothing about him is weird or uncommon, “I have high pain tolerance. Besides, your saliva will help numb any of it down, right?”

Grimacing funnily, Taehyung sticks his tongue out. “Sounds disgusting when you say it like that,” he whines, making Jeongguk laugh.

“It’s true, though, so what can I do?” he shrugs, smile softening the more he stares at Taehyung.

As they share another look, Taehyung bites on his lower lip, considering something he never expected himself to even think about. Part of him really wants to show Jeongguk his fangs, wants to see how he would react. It’s scary, but… he needs to know.

“Um…” he starts, blinking quickly as he tries to ease down his building anxiety. “Do you want to see them? My fangs?”

Jeongguk seems surprised by the question, expression softening after a second. “If you’re comfortable showing them to me, I’d be honored.”

Nodding, Taehyung takes a deep breath as he scoots closer to Jeongguk, palms sweating as he keeps his eyes trained on Jeongguk’s every move.

Then, he smiles.

The same smile 8-year-old Taehyung was never afraid to show. Boxy and free, showing most, if not all, of his teeth.

As he’s so focused on Jeongguk’s reaction, he doesn’t miss the way his eyes gleam as they inspect Taehyung’s fangs, lips quirking up at the sight of them.

“I’m sorry if this is disrespectful,” Jeongguk says, making Taehyung’s heart stutter, “but I think they’re extremely cute.”

Taehyung’s smile only widens then.

“You think so?” he asks, beaming. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk nods, chuckling, “They’re definitely a bit bigger than human teeth, though.”

Taehyung huffs, lighthearted, “Barely.”

“Oh, come on,” Jeongguk nudges with his elbow. “Don’t underestimate them.”

“You’re just being nice,” Taehyung says, hiding his blush by reaching up with one hand to comb through his messy hair.

“Not at all, I’m being honest,” Jeongguk insists, making Taehyung pout.

“Still can’t bite people.”

“Still don’t need to.”

Oh, that’s right. Jeongguk did offer to… do that.

So that means… Taehyung will, for the first time, be able to drink fresh blood, and from a very handsome, warm-blooded werewolf, to whom Taehyung is incredibly attracted.

No big deal, right? This is totally not gonna get messy.

“So…” Taehyung starts nervously, anticipatingly, motioning for Jeongguk’s neck with his head. “Um, how should we…?”

After a moment of silence as he thinks it over, Jeongguk suggests, “You could… get on my lap? If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

In Beyoncé’s words,

World stop.

Get on Jeongguk’s lap? This beefy, handsome, god of a man’s lap?

Kim Taehyung? On his lap? To feed on him?

Something isn’t right. Maybe he’s hit his head and is now having a coma dream. Or... or something.

What is this twisted, bizarre reality?

“Y-your lap?” Taehyung stutters, chuckling awkwardly as he averts Jeongguk’s eyes, feeling himself heat up from inside out. Feeding on him is already arousing enough, frankly, but being on his lap while he does it? God. That’s just straight-up porn.

“You don’t have to,” Jeongguk assures him, always so kind and empathetic for no other reason than just because. “I just suggested because it’s how I’m used to doing this, but I understand it might be uncomfortable for you. You could get behind me and do it like that, too.

So… essentially, Taehyung has two options, really.

    1) Get on Jeongguk’s lap, on top of those deliciously meaty thighs and pressed close to his broad chest, so he can quite literally attach his lips to the side of his neck.

    Or,

    2) Feed on him from behind, barely even touching him.

It’s honestly just a matter of whether or not Taehyung is stupid enough to pass on that opportunity, and considering he’s already going out of his comfort zone to feed on someone else, ignoring his biggest insecurity, he guesses he can go an extra mile. He’s feeling adventurous, so sue him.

“No, it’s fine,” he rushes to say before he loses conviction, excitement speeding up his heartbeat. “I can get on your lap, it’s cool. Nothing weird about that, right?”

He tries to smile confidently, but Jeongguk sees right through him, watching with amusement in his eyes.

Then, they shift in bed, Jeongguk scooting back until his back is against the headboard and Taehyung straddling his thigh, just one, so he’s not fully on top of Jeongguk’s lap out of mercy for his own weak, virginal mind. Not that it helps much when it comes to someone as gorgeous and hot as Jeongguk, the warmth coming off him almost dizzying in a good way, but alas. It’s the effort that counts, maybe, hopefully?

Either way, Taehyung is indeed thinking of riding his thighs regardless.

“You smell really good,” Jeongguk suddenly says, face mere centimeters apart from Taehyung’s, seeming even more handsome up close. “Like… strawberries, I wanna say? Is it your shampoo?”

How can he sound so casual while in such position, Taehyung wonders.

“Um, yeah,” the vampire replies, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Jeongguk’s and not let them wander down to his lips, which is a very difficult task. “I like the scent. And, well, strawberries in general.”

“That’s cute,” Jeongguk smiles, making Taehyung whine inwardly.

“So…” Jeongguk prompts, lifting his hand as his nails expand, growing another inch. “Show me where I’m supposed to cut.”

Taehyung nods tightly, taking Jeongguk’s hands in his and guiding it to the junction between his neck and shoulder, ignoring the electricity when they touch. Even though he’s never had the opportunity to bite anyone, all vampires know where and how to do it. Either they’re taught or they just know it by nature, it’s just something that comes with their species. So, Taehyung doesn’t hesitate as he lines Jeongguk’s nails with the spot he’d bite were he ever able to, swallowing tightly when he sees the vein pulsing through Jeongguk’s skin.

He can’t wait until he can taste Jeongguk on his tongue.

“Right here,” Taehyung says rather breathlessly, watching Jeongguk’s nails denting the skin. “All ready.”

“You better act quick before I stain the bed with my blood,” Jeongguk jokes, sounding a lot calmer than Taehyung feels.

Then, he presses in, sharp nails piercing through his skin effortlessly and making Jeongguk wince. Following his words, Taehyung rushes to lick around the open wound as Jeongguk retrieves his hand, sucking on the droplets that drip down.

Taehyung knew he would taste good, but he didn’t expect fresh, werewolf blood to be this addicting, mouth quickly attaching to the two wounds on Jeongguk’s neck and sucking, moaning at the feeling of thick warmth pooling on his tongue. Jeongguk, on the other hand, just sighs and leans back further against the headboard, hands on either of Taehyung’s thighs as he feels his body melt under him, eyes rolling back behind his eyelids as Taehyung laps at his blood, straddling him properly for better access.

When he pulls back, Jeongguk’s wounds quickly healing due to both his genes and Taehyung’s healing saliva, his fingertips are trembling and his pupils are blown wide, staring down at Jeongguk with barely any restraint left in his mind.

“Please,” Taehyung breathes out weakly, whining as Jeongguk opens his eyes to stare at his bloody lips, the skin around it painted red.

“Please what?” Jeongguk asks, voice coming out rough and scratchy, like he’s just woken up from a deep, long sleep.

“More.”

Huffing out a laugh, Jeongguk reaches for his neck again, nails extending and ready to reopen the wounds.

“No,” the vampire stops him shakingly, grabbing his hand and lowering it, until it’s hovering just above Taehyung’s crotch. “More. Please.”

He sees Jeongguk’s throat move when he swallows dry, gaze lowering until it reaches below where their hands meet, seeing Taehyung’s hardening cock tenting the front of his jeans.

“More?” he asks quietly, looking into Taehyung’s eyes, no doubt seeing how dilated his pupils are.

“Touch me, please,” Taehyung asks him, voice wavering with want. He doesn’t know if it’s Jeongguk’s blood or the fact that he’s been touch-deprived for his whole life and now, this close to someone like him, he’s finally snapping—

All he knows is that he wants this, wants Jeongguk on his tongue and his hands on his body, wants to taste him all over until he’s drowning on him.

He can see the desire in Jeongguk’s eyes as well, burning into him like fire.

Jeongguk’s hand finally lowers enough until it’s coming in contact with Taehyung’s crotch through his jeans, just the light pressure enough to make him jolt, sensitive. Jeongguk smiles at him, thumb tracing the bulge and making him shiver.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” Jeongguk asks, his voice low as he leans forward to press a kiss on Taehyung’s jaw, the feeling of it making him sigh.

“No,” Taehyung replies dazedly, “Never done anything, ever.”

“Have you never been kissed, then?”

Taehyung shakes his head, breath stuttering when Jeongguk squeezes him through his jeans. “Fuck, n-no.”

“Is it okay if I kiss you then, or would you rather save it for someone special?”

Taehyung wants to laugh, shaking his head yet again as he says, “No, fuck that. I want it to be you.”

It pulls a smile from Jeongguk, who says, “Wise choice. Bet no one would be able to make you feel as good as me anyway.”

His confidence, as well as his touch, makes Taehyung’s brain shut down, leaning against Jeongguk’s warmth and silently begging for more. His hips begin to push against Jeongguk’s hand unconsciously, craving more, needing more. Jeongguk’s free hand reaches up to hold Taehyung’s face, aligning their lips and leaning in, taking a few seconds just to leave him restless with want, until he’s finally kissing Taehyung, inexperienced lips against soft ones.

Taehyung moans against him, feeling the pressure against his lips and pulling closer to Jeongguk’s body, desperate. His desire distracts him from his insecurities, making him abandon all reservations as he pulls at Jeongguk’s shirt, tugging him even closer. Jeongguk’s tongue swipes against Taehyung’s bottom lip, lapping at his own blood and groaning at the taste. It makes Taehyung’s insides ignite, his skin flammable and ready to be set alight by Jeongguk’s fire.

More than that, he wants his senses to be taken over by Jeongguk only.

“Will you fuck me?” Taehyung asks against Jeongguk’s lips, leaning back to pull his shirt up and gape at the solid, delicious set of abs he’s kept unfairly hidden from view. “Holy shit, fuck—”

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk stops him, holding him by the wrists and looking into his eyes. “I have to ask, are you sure about this? It doesn’t seem like you’re thinking straight.”

“I’m not,” he replies. “You’re making me lose my mind. But… fuck, I don’t care.”

It’s exciting, adrenaline rushing through his veins and nothing but pure want fueling him. It’s like he’s finally got a taste of what freedom feels like, and, just this once, Taehyung wants to pretend like he was never different, that he was never scared. Jeongguk makes him feel normal, treats him like he is, so for once in his life he wants to give in and just pretend.

“Want you so bad,” Taehyung whines, leaning forward to kiss up Jeongguk’s neck, nipping at the skin and groaning frustratedly when his fangs fail him yet again, desperate to feed on him. “Please, give me more. Touch me, fuck me, let me taste you again, master.”

Jeongguk freezes against him, body stiff under Taehyung, and he’s afraid he’s said something wrong.

Leaning back, Taehyung searches for Jeongguk’s eyes, only to find them glowing bright red.

The sight makes all of his hairs stand and his body lock down.

“Jeongguk…?” he tries quietly, heart racing in his chest at the shift in the atmosphere, feeling it grow heavier around them.

“Get on your back,” Jeongguk says— orders, his voice dangerously low. “Now.”

It takes Taehyung a few seconds to catch up to his words, scrambling to get off Jeongguk’s lap once he does. He lies on his back across from Jeongguk, watching as the werewolf crawls on top of him like a predator.

“Want me to fuck you?” Jeongguk asks, his red eyes staring into his soul. “Take you right here, on this bed, until you’re begging me to let you feed on me again? Is that what you want, Taehyung?”

God, how did he get even hotter?

He feels silly. Just a few touches and he’s already coming undone. Is this what he could’ve had sooner, had he not been afraid?

“Yes,” Taehyung whispers, feeling himself leak in his pants, his cock unbelievably hard. “Yes, please.”

“Please, who?” Jeongguk prompts him, smirking down at him.

“Please, master,” he replies, “fuck me until I can’t think of anything else but your cock.”

His words seem to affect Jeongguk greatly, the werewolf close to growling on top of him.

“How surprising,” he sneers, his teeth extending as he reveals his own set of fangs. “We have a little inexperienced slut here. Tell me,” he leans closer, pushing his hips against Taehyung’s, “do you even know what you’re asking for?”

“No, not really,” Taehyung replies honestly, feeling a sudden boost of confidence rush through his body, “but I want you to show me. You said no one would do it better than you, didn’t you? Then prove it.”

Before he can even react, Jeongguk is ripping Taehyung’s shirt open, the buttons flying around the room and leaving his chest exposed. Then, barely a second later, the werewolf has his lips around Taehyung nipple, biting, sucking, and bruising.

Taehyung’s hips buck upwards, coming in contact with Jeongguk’s and making them both moan, Taehyung extra sensitive with the way Jeongguk’s hefty hands start to undo his belt, pulling it from the hoops and throwing it on the bed, for later. It sounds like a promise, a very exciting one, but he doesn’t have the time to dwell on it too much. It’s like a dam has broken in Jeongguk’s mind, the werewolf quick to undo Taehyung’s jeans and pull them down and out of sight.

Taehyung’s back arches with every pinch to his nipple, Jeongguk trailing his kisses down to the front of Taehyung’s underwear, where his cock tents the fabric and stains it with pre-cum. Licking around the clothed shaft, Jeongguk stares up into Taehyung’s eyes as his mouth closes around the head, making Taehyung’s lower lip tremble and his thighs lock in pleasure.

“Please,” he begs softly, needily, as Jeongguk laughs.

“Now you’re being good, yeah?” Jeongguk tsks, sitting up on his knees and staring down at Taehyung, who lays, vulnerable and exposed, on the bed. “I wonder how long that’ll last. Seem like an insufferable brat to me.”

“I can be good,” Taehyung tells him, voice charged with desire. “As long as you give me what I want.”

“Bossy, like you’re the one calling the shots,” Jeongguk shakes his head. “Gonna love fucking the entitlement out of you.”

Lifting himself up by the elbows, Taehyung leans into Jeongguk’s personal space, lips brushing against his as he whispers, “Get on with it, then… master.”

Growling, Jeongguk grabs Taehyung by the hips and flips him around, pulling his underwear off in one swift motion and leaving him stunned, face against the mattress and ass up in the air. Then, Jeongguk spreads his legs apart, leaning in to spit on Taehyung’s exposed hole, making him whimper and shiver, twitching under Jeongguk’s rough hands.

“Oh my god,” Taehyung moans, reaching backwards and begging him to do something.

And something Jeongguk does, diving in to lick a stripe up from Taehyung’s balls to his hole, Jeongguk’s tongue wet and warm against his sensitive skin, collecting the spit dripping down and pushing it inside of him messily as Taehyung pulls on his hair, pushing against him.

Taehyung, although a virgin, is no stranger to having things inside of him, well aware of how to make himself feel good in the privacy of his bedroom. However, no dildo could compare to the feeling of being rimmed by Jeongguk.

He’s very enthusiastic about it for sure, not embarrassed to make weird noises or to get in too deep, leaving Taehyung a weak, leaking mess on the bed, his thighs barely able to hold him up with how much they’re shaking, heat overtaking his whole body and making him sweat. Taehyung refuses to touch his own cock, aware that he’d cum way too fast would he do so, and instead just focuses on the feel of Jeongguk opening him up with his tongue, rim clenching around the warm, wet muscle like it’s the only thing he knows.

“So fucking good,” Taehyung moans, pushing harder against Jeongguk’s face when he feels his nails against the skin of his ass-cheeks, sharp and painfully delicious as they dig into his flesh. “Fuck, please— oh my god.”

“Love how vocal you are, precious,” Jeongguk says when he pulls away breathlessly, punctuating his words with a light slap to Taehyung’s ass, which makes him moan yet again. “You’re so fucking tight. Don’t know if you can take me, pretty.”

“I can,” he replies confidently, urgently, as he pushes back against Jeongguk. “Please, I need it. Swear I can take it.”

Jeongguk just laughs, shaking his head at the display in front of him— Taehyung’s legs spread and his thick ass up in the air, the vampire presenting himself for him.

“Turn around,” Jeongguk instructs him, “I wanna see you.”

“See me?” Taehyung asks as he follows his words, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah. You’re really beautiful,” he says softly as his eyes glaze over Taehyung’s front, rendering Taehyung speechless. “Like a doll.”

Taehyung doesn’t know how to react, cheeks tinting red as he curls into himself, embarrassed to be bare under Jeongguk’s eyes while the werewolf remains fully dressed, the only change to his appearance being his untucked shirt, which Taehyung had pulled on before.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Jeongguk chuckles, hovering over Taehyung’s body and staring directly into his eyes, fingers caressing his cheek as he continues, “especially not after behaving like a little brat; I won’t buy it, precious.”

Huffing petulantly, Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I’m not a brat,” he says, “you’re just slow.”

“Slow, eh?” Jeongguk sighs, leaning back. “You’re very feisty for a virgin, aren’t you?”

“My god, don’t just— say it like that, what the fuck.”

Jeongguk laughs as he takes his shirt off. “But it’s true, isn’t it? Then again, maybe that’s why you’re so eager. Can’t handle to wait patiently when you know you might cum too fast,” he shakes his head, pouting at Taehyung. “Embarrassing, really.”

If Taehyung was red before, he’s glowing neon now, feeling his whole face heat up at Jeongguk’s words and his body, wanting nothing more than for that man to crush him.

“D-do you want to fuck me or not?” he asks, hating himself for stuttering. “I’ll leave if you take too long!”

He’s sure Jeongguk can see right through him, but… it’s the intention that matters, Taehyung guesses, trying to stop himself from looking away.

“Oh? You’re gonna leave?” Jeongguk smirks, the bastard, “Is that so? That would truly be a shame, you know.”

Taehyung watches through wide eyes as Jeongguk’s nails grow once again, the werewolf slicing his skin near his collarbone and letting the blood drip down his chest, making Taehyung’s breath stutter.

“Because if you do…” Jeongguk’s smile turns dark, “Who’s gonna clean this?”

Taehyung springs up before he knows it, gaze following the little droplets sliding down Jeongguk’s toned body like a moth drawn to a flame. Tongue sticking out, he licks up Jeongguk’s torso, moaning at the taste of his blood, thick and delicious.

“Aren’t you a needy one,” Jeongguk chuckles, sighing when Taehyung reaches the cut, sucking on it like a desperate little bat, releasing his chemicals into Jeongguk’s bloodstream. “You should be thankful I’m allowing you to do this despite your behavior.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung says breathlessly, whining when the wound heals.

He noses up Jeongguk’s neck until he reaches his jaw, nipping at his skin.

“So adorable, trying to bite me,” Jeongguk muses, combing through his hair. “Selfish, too; being good only when it favors you.”

“I’m good,” Taehyung says, though it sounds fake even to his ears. “I’ll be good.”

“You better,” Jeongguk tells him, pushing at his chest until Taehyung’s back meets the mattress again, “or you won’t be getting what you want.”

“But I want you.”

Jeongguk smiles.

“Exactly.”

Taehyung watches, still trying to catch his breath and control his thirst, as Jeongguk moves to the other side of the room, entering the closet and coming back with a bottle of strawberry lube and a box of condoms in his hand. Absentmindedly, Taehyung notices it’s the same brand and flavor of lube he has hidden in a box under his bed back home, the thought making him blush.

He wonders if it’s the only one Jeongguk owns, or if he chose strawberry because of what Taehyung told him.

Leaving the condoms and lube on the bed, Jeongguk, who’s standing next to the bed, smiles down at Taehyung before undoing his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear, the sight of his rock-hard cock making Taehyung’s jaw drop.

Maybe Jeongguk was right before…

Maybe Taehyung really won’t be able to take him.

“You’re… holy shit,” Taehyung says, eyes wide as he stares and stares and stares at the size of him, big and thick and… there’s no way.

Jeongguk just shrugs, “Werewolf, remember?”

“Right, um,” Taehyung licks his lips, “I didn’t expect it to be this big, you know?”

“I’m average,” the werewolf says, climbing onto bed. “Ten inches.”

“Ten inches,” Taehyung repeats, his own cock twitching in response. “Okay.”

“I see we have ourselves a little size queen here,” Jeongguk hums, the tip of his index finger tracing up Taehyung’s cock, laughing when it jumps to the touch. “How cute. Bet you thought your dick was big, huh? What is it, 7,5 inches?”

Taehyung swallows dryly, embarrassed, Jeongguk’s humiliating words turning him on even more. “I, um. I don’t know, I’ve never… measured it…”

“Sure you haven’t,” Jeongguk smiles up at him. “Big useless thing, isn’t it? Why would you, really.”

Despite his words, Jeongguk leans down to suck the tip of Taehyung’s (big, useless) cock in his mouth, the suddenness of it making him jump and thrust his hips upward, though the movement does not faze Jeongguk in the slightest, the werewolf effortlessly taking him deeper.

Taehyung thrashes on the bed, head turning from side to side as he grips on the sheets below him, eyes squeezed shut and drool running from his mouth as Jeongguk sucks him off, unbothered by the way Taehyung’s cock reaches his throat. Then, just as Taehyung thought he couldn’t feel better, he feels something warm and wet against his ass, Jeongguk’s lubricated finger teasing around the rim in a ticklish manner that makes him moan, loud and clear, for anyone else in the house to hear despite the loud music.

“N-no,” he gasps when Jeongguk pushes his finger inside, Taehyung’s hole already sopping wet thanks to the previous rim-job. “I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it—”

“You will,” Jeongguk pulls off to say, sliding his finger all the way inside, “or you won’t be getting your reward.”

“Jeongguk—”

“Who?” the werewolf interrupts him, curling his finger in a way that makes Taehyung go cross-eyed.

“Ma— master, fucking please— I can’t!”

Jeongguk shakes his head as he adds a second finger. “Not liking your attitude, little one. You’ll have to do better.”

“Oh— oh, shit,” Taehyung whines, knuckles turning white and thighs burning with how much he’s clenching them, his whole body locked down and stiff as Jeongguk opens him up with his skilled, thick fingers.

In the end Taehyung does manage to hold it off, tears streaming down his cheeks and sobbing loudly as his body twitches, his throat becoming raw with how loud he’s moaning and crying for Jeongguk to fuck him.

“I’m ready, please!” he begs, the werewolf chuckling in response.

“You’re impatient, that’s what you are,” Jeongguk replies, four of his fingers thrusting inside of Taehyung, pushing against his walls and making him extremely oversensitive to his surroundings. “Maybe you should beg some more.”

Taehyung shakingly lifts himself off the bed, reaching for Jeongguk and pulling him closer, right hand on his nape as his left one grasps at his wrist. He kisses Jeongguk, stunning him, his fingers freezing inside of Taehyung.

“Please,” he begs against his lips, wet eyes staring into Jeongguk’s red ones. “Give me your cock, master… fuck me like I’m your bitch.”

That seems to do the trick, Jeongguk’s eyes widening for just a second before he’s pulling his fingers out and hovering over Taehyung’s body.

“God damn it, Taehyung,” Jeongguk breathes out, sweat coating his forehead as he leans down to kiss him again, Taehyung’s back meeting the soft surface of the bed and hand moving to Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him closer until their chests are touching.

He can feel Jeongguk’s cock dragging against his thigh and it feels so incredibly big.

It is big, after all, and he can’t wait to get all of that inside of him, feel Jeongguk bulging against his soft stomach.

“Give it to me,” he begs quietly, nails scratching at Jeongguk’s skin.

Nodding silently, Jeongguk leans away to reach for the box of condoms, pulling one out and throwing the rest back on the bed. He opens the package with his teeth, the sight definitely not supposed to be as hot as Taehyung finds it to be.

Then, Taehyung gets another look at the massiveness that is Jeongguk’s cock as the werewolf struggles to roll the condom on despite the big, bold XXL written all over the box.

“Let me,” he says, reaching for Jeongguk’s wrist.

The werewolf smirks at him but remains silent, only handing him the condom and retrieving his hands. Taehyung swallows anxiously at the sight in front of him, fingers itching to touch.

So he does.

Gently, he runs the tips of his fingers up Jeongguk’s cock, palm closing around the head and pumping him twice, breath stuttering when Jeongguk hums and twitches. With his thumb, Taehyung swipes at his slit, collecting a bead of pre-cum and rolling it down the shaft.

God, he feels so heavy and solid, warm against Taehyung’s hand and pulsing.

Fuck the condom, he thinks as he throws it next to the box, he wants that cock in his mouth.

Crawling towards Jeongguk on his hands and knees, Taehyung gets closer, until Jeongguk’s cock is almost touching his lips. He stares at it, wide-eyed and mesmerized, before looking up at Jeongguk, the question clear in his eyes and in the way he licks his lips.

“Go ahead,” Jeongguk says, sounding amused. “If you can.”

For once, as Taehyung tries to think of how to make Jeongguk’s cock fit his mouth, he’s glad he doesn’t have proper fangs to get in the way.

Regardless of his lack of experience, Taehyung isn’t nervous as he begins licking around Jeongguk’s cock, far too preoccupied on getting to feel him on his tongue than to focus on silly insecurities.

It’s so hot, so heavy, Taehyung wants Jeongguk to slap him in the face with it.

After getting it properly wet with his saliva, Taehyung gives Jeongguk one final look before he’s sliding it inside his mouth, lips stretched around his girth and mouth barely fitting half of his length.

He pulls out before he chokes, eyes already watering with the strain, and breathes heavily through his nose.

He knows there’s no way he’d be able to take it, but part of him wants desperately for Jeongguk to fuck his face until he’s gagging for air.

“Won’t fit,” Taehyung says through a pout, lips dragging against Jeongguk’s cock with every word. “You’re too big.”

“Practice makes it perfect,” Jeongguk tells him, “or so I’ve heard. You don’t have to strain yourself, though. Just stick your tongue out.”

Frowning at his words but not questioning them, Taehyung does exactly that, staring up at Jeongguk with his mouth open wide and his tongue out, the sight making Jeongguk bite on his lower lip and repress a moan.

In his eyes, Taehyung looks like a fucking slut, just for him.

Jeongguk takes ahold of his cock with his right hand and places his left one on the back of Taehyung’s head, angling it upwards. As he keeps his eyes trained on Taehyung’s expression, the vampire needy and pliant while on his hands and knees, he begins to thrust forward.

His cock drags against Taehyung’s tongue without dipping inside his mouth. Taehyung’s eyes widen, feeling the weight of Jeongguk’s cock on top of his tongue as the werewolf rolls his hips against him, moaning at the feeling. He doesn’t know what it is about hearing Jeongguk moan and groan that makes him so incredibly needy. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s Taehyung that’s ripping those sounds for him or actually just because he sounds that good, but it doesn’t matter.

He wants to hear more.

That’s why, regardless of his failed previous attempt, Taehyung sucks the tip of Jeongguk’s cock into his mouth as the werewolf is thrusting it forward, looking up at him hollowed cheeks as he sucks him in.

He must be quite a sight according to Jeongguk’s reaction.

“Look at you,” the werewolf chuckles, thumb tracing where Taehyung’s lips stretch around his cock. “Just wanna be filled up, right? Doesn’t matter which hole; you just want a cock to shut you up.”

Taehyung’s reply comes in the form of a muffled moan, pretty eyes focused on Jeongguk and on him only.

He’s completely addicted to the taste of Jeongguk, tongue working hard to stimulate him as he sucks on him. And when he pulls off, Taehyung lowers his head to lick and suck Jeongguk’s balls into his mouth, loving the groan the werewolf lets out.

And fuck if he hasn’t found a new favorite pastime, absolutely elated to see Jeongguk react so intensely to him and his touches. Taehyung gets high off every moan and every hiss, moaning against him when Jeongguk’s hand finds the back of his head. He kisses and sucks on Jeongguk’s thighs and lower stomach, wanting to taste him all over and make him feel good, hands on either of his thighs and gripping onto them hard, feeling the thick, hard muscle under his fingertips and wishing nothing more than to straddle him.

Jerking him off as he licks shyly at the tip of his cock, Taehyung looks up at Jeongguk with wide, innocent eyes, suppressing a cheeky smirk when Jeongguk’s eyebrows knit together and he bites on his lower lip at the sight.

“You look so good like this,” Jeongguk tells him, hissing when Taehyung sucks the head into his mouth, hand working him flawlessly. “So beautiful. Made to take cock, weren’t you?”

With a sigh, Jeongguk pulls out, making Taehyung whine at the loss.

“Sorry, precious. Can’t risk cumming before I get to fuck you, right?” Jeongguk smiles down at him, leaning closer to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I barely even got to do anything,” Taehyung argues, pouty.

“It was enough to keep me on edge, pup.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches at the pet-name, his eyes widening cutely as the apples of his cheeks turn a sweet, pinky color.

Because of his adorable reaction, Jeongguk can’t help but kiss him again.

As their lips slide against each other, Taehyung thinks about how, as a teenager like many others, he would envision his first time having sex. Then, he hoped that it would be with someone he loved and trusted; a long-time boyfriend who would know how to treat him right. As he grew up, though, his standards lowered completely— he just hoped it would happen, no matter who with, and that he’d feel comfortable enough with allowing himself to feel good. Love, care, and softness weren’t necessary part of the deal, and he had made peace with that long ago.

Jeongguk isn’t his boyfriend and they certainly do not love or even know each other, but he can feel it in the way he’s being touched by him and see hidden behind every gaze, an inexplicable amount of fondness that translates into his touches and words flawlessly.

As they manage to roll on the condom and Jeongguk positions himself between Taehyung’s spread legs, he’s suddenly reminded of his younger self’s wishes, hand instinctively reaching for Jeongguk’s and squeezing tightly as they stare into each other’s eyes.

“Nervous?” Jeongguk asks, nudging Taehyung’s nose with his own.

“A little,” he replies honestly.

He can feel Jeongguk’s length atop his hip, hot and heavy on his skin.

“Don’t be,” the werewolf tells him, voice soft. “I’ll take care of you.”

Taehyung smiles, “I know.”

Jeongguk squeezes his hand one last time before letting go and lining himself up, tip of his cock brushing against Taehyung’s rim, that clenches in response.

“Gonna need you relaxed,” Jeongguk says, massaging Taehyung’s thigh with his free hand.

Taehyung nods. “Okay.”

Jeongguk kisses him as he pushes in, distracting him and swallowing the pained whine that leaves Taehyung’s lips at the stretch. No matter how used he is to fucking himself with a myriad of different-sized dildos, none of them could ever come close to Jeongguk’s size.

The werewolf groans above him, Taehyung’s walls squeezing him tight. He leans back, stares at the vampire’s expression – his furrowed brows, flushed cheeks and parted lips – and decides to cut himself on the shoulder again, pulling Taehyung’s head close to the wound.

“Drink it,” he tells him, Taehyung nodding before his lips close around the cut, sucking Jeongguk’s blood into his mouth and moaning at the taste, eyes rolling back behind his eyelids when Jeongguk pushes further into him, tortuously slow.

“You’re tearing me from inside out,” Taehyung gasps, breath fanning over Jeongguk’s skin. “Feels good.”

Jeongguk chuckles, turning to Taehyung with a confused expression. “Does it?”

“Mhm, yeah,” he hums, dropping his head back. “Go faster.”

“Masochist.”

Taehyung smiles.

Jeongguk rocks his hips back and forth shallowly, getting Taehyung used to the ridiculous stretch as he clings onto the werewolf’s massive body, fingers exploring, in a rather shameless manner, the muscles on his upper arms and chest.

He’s very careful, Taehyung notices, which definitely doesn’t come as a surprise considering it’s how Jeongguk has been since the very beginning: attentive, understanding, and never overstepping, doing his best to please Taehyung through it all.

“You can go harder, too,” Taehyung tells him, itching to sink down Jeongguk’s whole length. “I’m a vampire; I also have high pain tolerance.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “Like I said before, you’re just impatient.”

“That, too,” Taehyung laughs.

Frankly, he knows it’s weird to be having such thoughts while a stranger has his dick half-way up his ass, but he can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach at the fact that he’s comfortable enough with laughing freely in front of Jeongguk, no pressure to cover his mouth.

It takes them a few more minutes of awkwardly shuffling, but they eventually get Taehyung used to Jeongguk’s size, however impossible it had seemed at first. Sure, Taehyung has sweat coating his forehead and his teeth clenched, but, well, it’s finally in.

“Such a good boy, being so perfect for me, precious,” Jeongguk praises him as Taehyung breathes shallowly through his nose, his vision blurring. “Feel so good, yeah? You were made for this.”

“Move, please,” Taehyung whimpers needily. “Fuck me.”

It’s slow at first despite Taehyung’s begs, the werewolf’s grip on Taehyung’s hips strong and solid as his hips move against him, cock dragging against his walls and making him tremble at how sensitive he is to the feeling of it. However, the slow pace doesn’t last long, and after Jeongguk is sure Taehyung can take it, he wastes no time before slamming his hips against Taehyung’s body, burying his cock inside of him and pulling a surprised gasp from the vampire, who claws at him in response.

“Oh, shit, f-fuck— yes, oh my god,” Taehyung rambles, nails digging into Jeongguk’s biceps as his body is pushed up the bed with every thrust.

“Fucking tight,” Jeongguk groans, the sound of his voice making Taehyung shiver. “Swallowing me so well.”

It’s wet and loud between them, the sound of skin slapping and lube squelching bringing even more color to Taehyung’s flushed cheeks.

The wait, as well as the thorough prepping, allow him to feel pleasure with every single drag of Jeongguk’s cock, every single touch. He’s close to crying, never once prepared to how different this feels from fucking himself with a measly dildo. Jeongguk fucks him with gusto, knocking him breathless and making him see stars behind his eyelids.

Something incomparable to Taehyung’s sad, lone self.

One of Jeongguk’s hands snakes between their bodies to pull at Taehyung’s cock, which lays wet and flushed red atop his soft stomach, but Taehyung stops him. “No, please,” he whines, stifling a moan behind his palm as he looks up at Jeongguk with teary eyes. “I’ll cum if y-you touch me there,” he explains, voice cracking when Jeongguk delivers a particularly precise thrust that brushes past his prostate and rocks his world upside-down.

He doesn’t want this to end, getting addicted to the feeling of Jeongguk.

“Gonna cum already?” the werewolf smirks, looking oh so sexy above Taehyung.

“Yeah,” Taehyung replies shakingly, hips jumping when Jeongguk circles the head of Taehyung’s cock with his warm palm, “feels so good. It’s, fuck— it’s better than I thought.”

Jeongguk smiles, leaning down to kiss Taehyung briefly on the lips, adoring the way the vampire chases after him when he pulls back.

“I’m glad, precious,” he says and, if Taehyung didn’t know himself better, he’d think he was falling in love with Jeongguk at that very second.

He doesn’t know if it’s because sex is supposed to feel that good or if it’s just Jeongguk, but Taehyung feels himself crumble at his touches much faster than he had previously anticipated. It burns him from inside out, the want, the desire, and it leaves him begging for more.

Jeongguk is relentless, fucking him deep and so full it leaves Taehyung’s tummy bulging every time he thrusts inside of him, making him feel delirious with how much he enjoys being filled up like this, desperate to have Jeongguk inside of him forever.

Time and time again, Jeongguk bleeds for Taehyung, feeding him and fucking him like he knows exactly what it is that Taehyung craves, like he’d do anything to sate Taehyung’s needs. It brings even more tears to his eyes, Taehyung’s body fully submitting to Jeongguk.

It’s an indescribable feeling, to both taste and feel Jeongguk all over him; like drowning in the ocean, only better than anything Taehyung has ever experienced.

That’s why Taehyung doesn’t even bat an eyelash when Jeongguk asks, “Can I bite you?”

He’s been nothing but generous this whole time, not once questioning Taehyung and what he wants, just making sure to give it to him regardless. Hell, he completely brushed off the fact that Taehyung has no fangs, offering him nothing but kindness.

“Yeah,” Taehyung replies, baring his neck to Jeongguk. “Please.”

Werewolves don’t drink blood, but they sure love to bite their partners as a way of claiming possession. It’s nothing permanent, just a hardcore version of a hickey that many are proud to show off. Therefore, even if Taehyung didn’t already feel inclined to say yes to anything Jeongguk asks him, he’d never deny the fact that living the next few weeks sporting Jeongguk’s claim on his neck is something he’s looking forward to.

Taehyung shivers when Jeongguk’s fangs grow, feeling excitement bloom at the bottom of his stomach. Perhaps he should feel jealous, but he doesn’t— instead, he can’t wait to feel them sink into his skin, which is something he’ll have to reflect on later, maybe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jeongguk asks through a chuckle, the glint in his eyes telling Taehyung he already knows the answer.

“You’re hot,” the vampire tells him through a cheeky smile that melts into a moan when Jeongguk delivers a particularly hard thrust.

“Shameless,” Jeongguk chastises him, right hand coming back to circle Taehyung’s cock and pump it, feeling it twitch against his palm and spurt pre-cum all over his fingers. “You’re so wet right now, huh? Little bat is loving to get fucked by the big bad wolf, isn’t he?”

Shit.

Taehyung knows he shouldn’t be surprised by the effect Jeongguk’s words have on him, but he still is, feeling his body curl into itself submissively as he stares up at Jeongguk’s face with big, pleading eyes.

“Answer me,” Jeongguk presses, nosing up Taehyung’s neck and letting his fangs scratch his skin on the way up, pulling a whimper from the vampire, who shudders in response.

“I love it,” Taehyung whines, clinging onto Jeongguk’s body. “Love your cock, y-your lips on me—"

He hears Jeongguk chuckle, his voice rough and low like a rumble. It’s enough to make Taehyung’s toes curl, fingers digging into his waist and bicep as he gasps.

“Sensitive,” Jeongguk says, breath fanning over Taehyung’s skin. “Bet it’s gonna feel so good when I bite you, then.”

“God, please,” Taehyung begs, rutting against Jeongguk’s hand and sinking deeper onto his cock, the feeling overwhelming. “Bite me, master, please. Wanna— f-fuck, wanna sh-show everyone who— who owns m-me— fuck!”

Jeongguk’s large, thick fangs sink into Taehyung’s neck, the bite painful but pleasurable all the same, making Taehyung’s back arch off the bed and body press up against Jeongguk’s front, his lips parting as he moans, raw and loud, and his hands shake.

Taehyung has never been bitten before, be it by a vampire or a werewolf, but something tells him it should not feel as good as it does, regardless of Jeongguk’s comment about his sensitivity. No, it feels… different, even if it doesn’t make sense; completing, in a way.

He honestly doesn’t know how to explain it, but as he feels himself melt against Jeongguk, his body reacting to the bite and welcoming it, it’s like he’s been awaken from a deep sleep, his senses sharper and mind clearer, like he found what’s been missing all along.

It’s then that Jeongguk pulls back, staring down at Taehyung with wide, confused eyes, all movement stopping and startling Taehyung with the suddenness of it.

“Is— is something wrong?” he asks the werewolf, lips parted and eyes still clouded by want.

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk speaks, sounding serious— conflicted, almost, like he doesn’t know how to put his thoughts into words, like he’s somehow gone crazy. “Are you… are you half-werewolf?”

Jeongguk’s question almost makes Taehyung laugh, but the look in his eyes tells him he’s not joking.

Before he can even answer, Jeongguk’s bringing his left hand to his jaw, thumb poking into Taehyung’s mouth and feeling his teeth.

Suddenly, Taehyung tastes blood on his tongue.

“W-what—”

“Your fangs,” Jeongguk gapes at him, retracting his hand and inspecting the tiny wound on the tip of his thumb, watching as blood collects in a small bead. “They… they just grew?”

“This can’t be,” Taehyung denies it, shaking his head.

However, despite his own words, he also reaches up to feel inside his mouth and, sure enough, he can feel that there are four teeth that are sharper and longer than they’ve ever been.

“How is this possible?” Taehyung asks him, heart racing in his chest as he tries to understand.

“I think your wolf has been dormant,” Jeongguk frowns, nose twitching as he smells the changes to Taehyung’s scent. “You— you really had no idea?”

“What— of course not,” Taehyung says, wide-eyed. “How could I?”

“So, that means…” the werewolf mutters to himself, “that means your fangs must retract and extend like mine, then. And if you were never taught how to, then… then it must be why—”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung cries, overwhelmed as he clings onto Jeongguk. “I’m not… I’m not broken?”

Jeongguk cradles Taehyung’s face into both hands, wiping his tears and meeting his eyes.

“You were never broken, Taehyung,” he says, and it’s shocking how sincere he sounds, like he truly believes his own words.

It only makes Taehyung cry harder.

“Jeongguk—” Taehyung whines, cut off by a hiccup. Looking up at him with vulnerability clear in his eyes, he asks, “Can I— can I please… can I bite you?”

“Oh, precious,” Jeongguk smiles at him, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to Taehyung’s pretty, red lips. “Of course you can.”

Sniffling quietly, Taehyung nods, breathing in Jeongguk’s scent when he leans closer, tucking Taehyung’s head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Taehyung’s cold nose traces his skin, tongue sticking out to taste him before finally sinking his teeth into him.

Taehyung can’t help but moan at the feeling, eyes widening and vision blurring at finally being able to bite someone, loving the way Jeongguk’s hand moves to his waist and tightens as the werewolf groans and rocks his hips forward in reaction. It’s not that different from what they did before, but it feels so much better from an emotional standpoint, Taehyung feeling euphoric with finally being able to do this, finally getting what he had wished for, and for the longest time too— years of his life.

He pulls back then, breathless and needier than he has ever felt, sucking onto Jeongguk’s skin and seeing as it turns purple under his lips.

“Fuck me, Jeongguk,” he begs quietly in a whiny tone, “fuck me, use me, god, please—”

Jeongguk would never dare to deny him of anything, hips pistoling forward and burying his cock inside of Taehyung once more, making him arch under him and moan, before he’s diving down and attaching himself to Jeongguk’s neck again, drinking from him. Jeongguk can feel a shift in Taehyung’s behavior, can sense how much more confident he’s gotten, the vampire meeting his thrusts and rolling his hips against him like he was made for it, all the while licking and sucking Jeongguk’s wounds until his lips turn puffier and redder.

“Shit, I can’t,” Taehyung moans against his skin, thighs squeezing Jeongguk’s hips. “I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it anymore, fuck.”

“Yeah?” the werewolf hums, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s jaw. “Gonna cum on my cock like the good pup you are, precious?”

“D-don’t talk to me like that, you’re gonna make me melt,” Taehyung whines, hissing as he reaches for his own cock, tugging on it like his life depends on it.

Jeongguk laughs at his words, fingers caressing the back of Taehyung’s thighs and feeling them quiver under his touch.

Taehyung cums with Jeongguk’s name on his lips, body tensing for whole five seconds before going lax on the bed, Jeongguk’s hands supporting his legs as he fucks him through it, watching as Taehyung’s eyes roll back and his teeth pull at his bottom lip.

It’s honestly a wonder that Jeongguk doesn’t cum just from the sight of him or even the way Taehyung’s body reacts to his own orgasm, his hole clenching so tightly Jeongguk can barely even move, even tighter than it already was.

“Keep going,” Taehyung urges, hands on either of Jeongguk’s thighs, clawing at them and trying to pull him closer. “Mm— fuck, master, give it to me, give me your fucking cum.”

It’s so dirty, Taehyung’s words making Jeongguk’s body break into a shiver.

“Fuh— fucking me so good, god,” Taehyung rambles on, staring up at Jeongguk with a delirious smile, looking like sin incarnated. “Love your fat fucking cock, master. Tearing me up from inside out, making me your own personal fuck-toy, yeah?”

“Shit, Taehyung,” Jeongguk breathes out, gritting his teeth as he hovers over the vampire’s body, thighs straining as he feels himself get closer to his limit, chasing his orgasm as he slams his hips against Taehyung, fucking him at a brutal pace.

“Do it,” Taehyung begs, one hand lifting to pull Jeongguk closer by the back of his neck, not shy or hesitant as he says the next words against his lips, “Cum for me, master.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against Taehyung’s hungrily.

Taehyung’s fingers are threading through Jeongguk’s wild locks when the werewolf shudders, hips freezing and thighs shaking as he cums, and, for a second, Taehyung regrets allowing him to put on a condom, wanting to feel it deep inside of him.

Next time, maybe.

As he works through his orgasm, Jeongguk keeps rolling his hips leisurely against Taehyung, who meets him with equal enthusiasm, not overstimulated but instead craving to have him inside for as long as possible.

Jeongguk seems to share the sentiment, touching Taehyung everywhere he can reach, lips working against him in an unhurried pace, licking into his mouth and sucking onto his tongue in a way that makes Taehyung moan against him.

When Jeongguk does pull out, Taehyung instantly misses it, and maybe he is more of a size-queen-cockslut than he had previously anticipated. In a way, it only encourages him to work on building a relationship with Jeongguk even more, be it as friends or whatever have you.

“That was fucking amazing,” Taehyung hums as he stretches on the bed, feeling completely relaxed and sated.

“How’s that for a first time,” Jeongguk chuckles, taking the condom out and tying it before discarding of it by throwing it in the bin.

Smiling lazily at the werewolf, Taehyung turns on his belly and stares up at him, “A rollercoaster of emotions, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk agrees through a chuckle. “Definitely wasn’t expecting the half-werewolf part.”

“Me neither,” Taehyung sighs, pouting cutely as Jeongguk smiles down at him, climbing onto the bed again. “I’ve never met my dad… he died before I was even born,” he recalls softly. “Guess he wasn’t a vampire like I presumed.”

“Your mom…” Jeongguk frowns, “she never told you?”

“No, never,” Taehyung shakes his head, trying to recall what is it that she had told him about his father. “We never really spoke about it. I didn’t want her to feel like she wasn’t enough, so I never asked.”

Despite it all, Jeongguk can’t help but smile at Taehyung. All children are curious, that’s a fact, and, even then, Taehyung refused to question anything related to his father for the sake of his mother.

He’s always been like this, then. Thoughtful and sweet.

“I guess it makes sense, then,” Jeongguk says, watching as Taehyung’s eyes fall on him once again, “that your wolf was dormant. It didn’t feel like you had a pack of your own, so it must have decided to hide deep inside of you, like it’s been discarded.”

Jeongguk’s words bring a sense of sadness to Taehyung, guilty of ignoring a part of himself, even though he wasn’t even aware that it existed in the first place.

“But it’s not your fault,” the werewolf rushes to tell him. “And I’m sure it’s happy to have been found.”

“Thanks to you,” Taehyung smiles softly then. “I… well, I haven’t met many people, especially not werewolves. I guess it does make sense, since you made me feel comfortable and, um… and wanted, I guess…”

Taehyung cringes at himself, embarrassed.

“If you ever need help understanding and controlling your wolf parts, I’d be glad to help,” Jeongguk suggests, surprising Taehyung. “Your fangs aren’t supposed to be out at all times, but since you haven’t retracted them, I assume you don’t know how to.”

“You’re right,” Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head. “I have— shit, I actually have no idea how they even came out in the first place.”

“You were overwhelmed after I bit you,” Jeongguk explains. “When we’re aroused, happy, scared or angry, they extend. It’s instinctive.”

“God, I’m gonna have to have a serious talk with my mom soon, apparently,” Taehyung shakes his head. “I can’t believe she kept such a thing from me, especially knowing how affected I was by the whole fang issue…”

“Keep me updated on how that goes,” Jeongguk requests softly.

“Well…” Taehyung smiles, looking down as he plays with his fingers, “that would require me to have a way of contacting you…”

“Subtle,” Jeongguk smirks as he gets closer to Taehyung, who shrugs in response. “Like I wasn’t planning on asking for your number already.”

“Huh, what a strange coincidence,” the vampire says, turning to face him again, only to find his eyes immediately dropping to Jeongguk’s lips. “That was also one of my plans.”

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, but I do,” he smiles. “Now stop teasing and kiss me again.”

Jeongguk’s laugh rings pleasantly through the room, only for it to be silenced by Taehyung snapping and leaning in himself, kissing Jeongguk with a much softer pace than before, allowing himself to unhurriedly explore Jeongguk’s mouth with his own.

In a way, he can’t believe everything that just happened: before Jeongguk, not only did he not fully know himself, the wolf inside of him dormant after being ignored for so long, but he had also never kissed nor allowed anyone to touch him like Jeongguk just did.

When he came to this party, he never expected to find himself going through so many changes at the same time, both physically and mentally.

I guess I do have to thank Jimin, Seokjin, and Yoongi after all, he thinks.

But it’s then that he remembers.

“Oh my god,” Taehyung pulls back, staring wide-eyed at Jeongguk, who blinks at him confusedly in response. “My friends. Oh no.”

“What?” Jeongguk asks him quietly.

“They must be looking for me! Shit.”

He hurries to get off the bed, searching for his clothes and pulling them on, only to find his shirt completely torn at the seams, with buttons missing. He stares at Jeongguk, throwing him an accusatory look that has the werewolf’s eyes widening like a deer caught in headlines.

“You better not expect me to go out there shirtless,” Taehyung says as he fastens his belt, which, sadly enough, was not used during their little sexcapade.

Taehyung is not surprised by the way Jeongguk’s eyes darken when they fall on him. “You look sexy like this, though.”

“Not funny,” the vampire insists, walking to the nearest mirror to try to tame his hair, only to see Jeongguk’s bite mark loud and clear on the side of his neck, the sight making him shiver for two very different reasons that he’d rather not get into. “God, I look like a mess,” he whines, turning to Jeongguk with pleading eyes.

“Look absolutely debauched, precious,” the werewolf — unhelpfully — supplies as he gets off the bed and walks towards the closet. “Good enough to eat, in my opinion.”

“Don’t think that just because you took my virginity and made me see fucking stars that I won’t kick you in the shin,” Taehyung says, fighting the blush that threatens to show at Jeongguk’s words, feeling shy now that the post-sex glow has worn off.

Jeongguk hands him a shirt from his closet with a low laugh, which Taehyung accepts gratefully, pulling it on without questioning how on earth he is to return it to Jeongguk.

Honestly, if it gives him another excuse to see the werewolf again, so be it.

Jeongguk steps forward then, arms stretched in front of him and reaching for Taehyung’s face, both palms gently holding him by the jaw.

“To help you retract your fangs,” he explains as he pushes both thumbs inside Taehyung’s mouth, massaging his gums. Taehyung’s cheeks turn bright red, eyes widening as he stares into Jeongguk’s eyes, the werewolf smirking down at him. “It’s what we do when the pack’s puppies aren’t trained yet,” he says, and Taehyung swears he could die from the embarrassment it causes him.

Jeongguk pulls away once Taehyung’s fangs retract, wiping away the spit on the dirtied bedsheets.

“If you ever feel them coming out and you can’t control them, doing that should help.”

“That’s— that’s why I have you, right?” Taehyung tries, fighting away the blush.

“To stick my fingers in your mouth until you learn how to behave?” Jeongguk teases him, making Taehyung splutter in response.

“To teach me how to control them!” he rushes to explain, suddenly feeling hot.

Honestly, the fact that Jeongguk is still naked does not help.

“You’re cute, Taehyung,” Jeongguk says, smiling to himself as he gets his pants and underwear from the floor, missing the way Taehyung shies away with a dreamy smile, turning around to look at himself in the mirror, once again trying to fix his hair.

As Jeongguk gets dressed and Taehyung tries to make himself look decent, they don’t talk much. At some point, Jeongguk hands Taehyung his phone, telling him to add his number to his contacts so they can see each other again, and it makes Taehyung’s heart flutter.

Frankly, he doesn’t want to say goodbye to Jeongguk, but he understands that it might be weird to expect him to spend the rest of the party with him, especially considering Taehyung’s friends are still very much out there and would definitely be asking too many questions. Still, one can always dream about it, and Taehyung feels sort of giddy imagining his friends’ reactions when meeting Jeongguk.

He wonders if they’d be positively surprised by the shocking news, if they’d approve of Jeongguk like overprotective parents. As someone who’s kept himself sheltered from other people, far too scared to let them in because of his insecurities, what just happened is very our of character for him, to say the least. So, he imagines it’ll be quite the surprise once he finally tells them.

“What’re you smiling about over there?” Jeongguk asks as he walks closer to Taehyung, hugging him from behind and propping his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder as they stare at each other in the mirror, the action making butterflies come alive within him.

“Nothing much,” Taehyung replies, mentally patting himself on the back for not stuttering. Jeongguk’s body feels very warm against his and he can’t help but think about how good it feels to be between his arms, sated and safe. “Just, you know. Happy.”

“Damn, I really fucked you good, didn’t I?” Jeongguk hums, laughing when Taehyung turns around to smack him in the bicep.

“You’re so stupid,” Taehyung says, trying to keep his expression serious, but failing immediately, smiling when Jeongguk pulls him closer by the waist, fingertips tickling his skin where his shirt has been pulled up slightly by their movements.

“And you’re beautiful,” Jeongguk smiles down at him, chuckling when Taehyung blushes, the amusement clear in his eyes, as well as a certain amount of fondness hiding underneath.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” the vampire questions, forcing himself not to look away from Jeongguk’s intense gaze, scanning his dark irises and finding galaxies swimming in them.

Jeongguk shrugs, smirking in a rather attractive way, one that sure does wonders to Taehyung’s heart and libido. “I’m trying to keep you from going away, honestly.”

Taehyung positively swoons at that, like a teenager experiencing their first crush, only ten times worse since it’s Jeongguk, an incredibly hot werewolf who’s fucked him six ways to Sunday, and not a random jock with weak stroke game despite their big ass ego.

“Don’t you have a party to host, mister?” Taehyung asks, frankly too flustered by his forwardness to say anything else.

However, Jeongguk simply smiles down at him. “Not my party,” he says. “My housemate is hosting it. I’m just here for the sexy vampires like yourself.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Taehyung says, not even trying to fight off the smile that spreads on his lips.

“Do you even see yourself?” Jeongguk fires back, taking a step back to check Taehyung out from head to toe. “Shit, look at you.”

“What about me?” the vampire asks quietly, loving the attention he’s getting from Jeongguk.

“Gorgeous,” he replies easily, sounding breathless as his eyes meet Taehyung’s. “Perfect, even. Especially now that you’re wearing my shirt, showing off my bite mark.”

He can feel it in the air, the heat coming off Jeongguk clouding his senses. Taehyung can also see the way his eyes darken, desire clear in those beautiful, bright eyes as they turn red yet again.

Maybe his friends can wait, he thinks, completely powerless to the man in front of him.

Taehyung whines. “Jeongguk, we literally just got dressed,” he tries weakly and unconvincingly.

Jeongguk laughs as he leans down to pick Taehyung up, carrying bridal style back to the bed.

“Nothing that can’t be easily fixed.”

Yeah, his friends will definitely have to wait.