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Blood Moon.
Reads on a sign, highlighted in shining neon lights against the wet pavement, reflecting in the pools of water scattered around, still leftover from the fresh rain. The bright red color is eye-catching against the dark backdrop of the night sky, the moon being the only other source of light to guide the way as a man walks up to the building, looking up to the sign, and then back to his phone, before breaching the entrance doors.
His name is Minhyun. 29. Son of one of the richest CEO’s in the country. Vampire.
Now, Minhyun’s family being the public figures that they are, it’s not necessarily a secret that they’re all vampires. That being said, let’s just say that society hasn’t quite gotten to the point where monsters can go around parading a status like that. Vampires, as integrated as they are, have still yet to be fully accepted have still yet to be unfeared, so Minhyun’s grown up especially reserved, with the assumption that it’s best to keep his business to himself. Best not to spook the ever-delicate humans he is forced to be surrounded with.
Thus, he’s managed to keep his identity mostly under wraps for most of his life, living off of blood bags, sneaking sips of his emergency packs in between work breaks, disguising his food as some sort of fruit juice, keeping his head down, staying out of harm’s way, abiding by the rules.
That is, he had been abiding by the rules. Everything was going fine, peachy, even, until one stupid little runt of a coworker had to go and fuck everything all up for Minhyun.
Technically, with him being the next in line to acquire the company, Minyun shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. He rarely visits the office, let alone the idiot-littered floor of their lower-level workers, but no , his father had insisted he do the rounds for him this month. “To get a feel for what it’ll be like when he steps up,” he’d said, or some bullshit like that.
Well, maybe it worked out better this way, since that made it easier to put the blame on his father, make him shoulder the cost of this small mistake, as after all, if it weren’t for his insistence, Minhyun would’ve never gotten a taste of real blood.
He’d been monitoring one of their apprentices, hovering just to intimidate them a bit, putting the slightest hint of a bite in his tone as he spat out directions, but it made their hands shaky, and they were already a fumbling mess as it was, and next thing you know they sliced open their finger on a letter opener. Boom , just like that, he was exposed to a fresh wound. And the smell, god , the smell.
It might have been only a whiff, maybe even half a second, between the incident and him hurriedly excusing himself, but seeing the blood come pooling up to the freshly opened surface, beading into a juicy dark red ball, smelling the metallic undertones up close, how concentrated it was, how it instantaneously made his mouth water, it had already done its job. It came in through his senses and never left. He’s just been constantly thinking about it on loop.
Since then, it’s like a switch has been activated inside him, a craving for real blood from a living source so strong he can hardly sleep, can hardly eat, can hardly function normally anymore. Anytime he gets even the slightest whiff of a trail of blood on the wind, he gets so foggy-headed, can’t focus on anything, only zeroed in on the scent of food.
And the longer he tries to keep his hunger at bay, the worse it gets. It’s only been a few weeks, but it’s already gotten to the point where he can pick out the tiniest little differences in people’s blood, the miniscule varieties in their characteristics that make their blood taste that much more saltier, sweeter, sour, zingier, tangy, richer. It drives him mad, only being able to imagine what their blood would taste like.
His superhuman vampire body should be able to hold back against most inflictions, but hunger is a completely different beast, especially for someone like him, who’s never had a taste of real prey, and now that this new level has been unlocked for him, Minhyun’s stomach has felt like it’s been wringing itself inside and out, in a cycle of constant cramping and twisting as it growls out for sustenance.
Luckily, there is a solution to his problem, presented in one Google search away as he finds the location of the best-rated vampire brothel in his area. The result? Blood Moon, a nightclub-style brothel for vampires to come and feast as they please, having been in the business for a good number of years already thanks to their impressive array of workers. Any type of blood? Any type of prey? They had it at Blood Moon, the company website assured, confident in its ability to provide quality and satisfactory service to all of its customers.
Pleased enough with this information, Minhyun checks his calendar and picks a Friday night to go and visit the brothel himself.
As he makes his way inside, Minhyun is greeted by a security guard, who ID’s him and confirms his booking before letting him in. Venturing deeper inside, Minhyun can already pick up faint traces of humans’ mixed scents lingering in the air, trailing him along like he’s a wolf hunting down a juicy piece of meat. His dress shoes click faster against the linoleum black tiled floor, eyes glinting under the glittering lights dotting the ceiling. Upon reaching the main area, it’s like the scents explode, hitting Minhyun so full on that he needs to take a moment to adjust.
Blinking back a stinging in his eyes, overwhelmed with sensory overload, Minhyun breathes and waits out the few minutes it takes for his body to get accustomed to the new scenery. Once he gets a good enough footing under himself, managing to reel in his instincts, Minhyun takes a full scan of the area and concludes that it definitely gives more of a nightclub feel rather than stereotypical brothel, with deep indigo and hot pink lights bordering the room, accented by midnight blue booths spread across the floor.
Heavy bass R&B reverberates around the space, loud enough to set the mood but not too loud that it interrupts conversations between customers and workers. Interspersed amongst the bar area, the seating area, and the dance floor are pairings of vampires and humans, some deep in conversation, some looking like they’re already halfway to the back rooms, some in a flirtatious gray area in between. There’s an elevated section that’s sanctioned off, what Minhyun presumes is for the VIPs, so he veers to the right instead and makes for the bar.
Ordering a random bourbon topped with ambrosia, Minhyun takes the cool glass in his hand as he turns around in his bar stool to survey and assess the grounds, shopping for his pick for the night. He’s impatient to get this over with, to have his fill and leave quickly.
And, what do you know, he doesn’t have to look very far, as it’s not much longer when a tall figure makes its way through the crowd, serving tray raised high in one hand as they slink between tables, checking in on clients, reassuring workers, placing down ordered drinks and taking more orders along the way.
Slim build, fair-skinned and pretty, plump cheeks glowing under the attention, full lips pulled in a kind smile, radiating with elegance in their light steps, the sway of their hips, the person is an instant eye-catcher, and upon a small sniff Minhyun is able to confirm that they’re a human. So, a worker then.
Eyes trailing down, Minhyun gets a better look at the pale expanse of the boy’s neck, almost drooling a puddle right there on the counter with how badly he’s salivating at the sight of it. It’s clear of any marks, shining with a light sheen of sweat, tantalizing in the way the light bounces off of the veins running across it. Minhyun imagines getting his teeth around it, imagines how it’d fit so easily between the grasp of his lips, imagines biting down and being rewarded with the sweet sensation of hot blood flowing down his throat. Knowing without any further thought that this one is his pick for the night, the money signs behind Minhyun’s eyes glow green, and his engine is already revving to go ahead and get on first name basis with the boy.
He’s not quite one to be sober, though, his smooth talking infinitely better under the influence of some alcohol and ambrosia, so he quickly downs the rest of his drink, and is more than halfway through a second, stronger, drink, when he decides he’s just on the edge of tipsy enough.
The vampire is just about to get up and out of his seat to get a closer peek at the pretty boy, his eyes having been following him for some time now, hoping to maybe get a few words in, a grope if he’s lucky, when a voice rudely interrupts him.
"Look away, man. I wouldn’t if I were you." one of the guys to his left chuckles over the rim of his cup as he tilts up the chilled whiskey glass to his lips, golden honey liquid trickling smoothly down his throat.
Now, being in the nepo baby business practically his entire life, let’s just say Minhyun doesn’t take kindly to being told “no.” Turning to the other man sharply, hackles raised, Minhyun’s irises narrow into slits. "You talkin’ to me?” he demands, cold.
The man doesn’t respond, simply raising a single eyebrow over the brim of his now-empty cup.
Fangs elongating, Minhyung scoffs haughtily, “How about you mind your own goddamn business, why don't you?"
The guy, once again, doesn’t respond, all but ignoring him save for the raised brow and a subtle side look. Indignant, Minhyun’s ears burn red, chest puffing out. He’s not one to feel like a loser. "I’m a paying customer just like anybody else. And besides, I would bet money he’d much rather pick me over some scruffy old hag like you . Who knows if you can even still get it up?" he taunts, cruel laugh sharp like a whip.
The guys huffs. "Well if I’m last pick, then you’d be the second to last. Like he’d want anything to do with you. Any other customer here is infinitely more appealing than you, I assure you.”
“You got a problem?” the vampire spits, claws finally extending as his hand curls into a fist on the bartop. He doesn’t take back talk, especially from the likes of some old geezer at a brothel, of all places. “Keep talking back, see where it gets you, fucker.”
The guy has the audacity to sigh, long and slow, like he’s bored, rolling his eyes as he cracks his neck. “Yeah, sure buddy.” he chuckles. “Why don’t you go back to daddy and ask if he can fork up enough money to pay for your little brothel worker? Go and see if you can get a piece outta him, see where it gets you.” Turning back towards the wall of drinks in the back, the guy throws out, “Who knows, maybe he might even let you tap that.”
Minhyun snarls then, claws aching for a taste of this guy’s throat. “Yeah, we’ll see who gets the last word in when that pretty thing is sat on my lap, begging for my bite. He’s practically asking for it, anyway, working at a brothel, here all by himself.” His insides are boiling. As if he’ll let this asshat deter him. He came here for fresh blood, and he’s gonna get it. No matter how much money it takes, he can pay to keep a few mouths shut and the right mouth open.
Leaning in to his desires, Minhyun decides to drive his point home about who exactly the winner is at the end of the day as he gets up from his seat, grabbing the guy by the collar and pulling him up to a standing position. He’s just about to give him a good ‘ole taste of his fist when he senses a shadow fall over his shoulder.
A quick glance behind him, and lo and behold, the pretty little thing is standing there.
Dropping the guy without another thought, he immediately is crooning, “Why, hello , pretty.”
The corner of the pretty man’s mouth pulls back as he crosses his arms elegantly. His brow ticks up, tilting his head to the side. God , he’s beautiful.
“Am I interrupting something?” he interjects, pointed.
“No, nothing at all,” Minhyun reassures, setting the guy back down and dusting off his shoulders, playing up the fake nice. He simpers sweetly, immediately turning to hone in on the pretty man now in his presence. “Though, I will say I’m glad to have nabbed your attention, gorgeous.”
“Uh-huh,” the pretty boy says, seemingly unimpressed.
Ah, the type to play hard to get, are we?
“What, can’t a man appreciate beauty when he sees it? I’m sure you get plenty of compliments around here.”
“Mm, well, no. I can’t really say many people around here make a habit of hitting on me,” the boy grins then, a dangerous glint to his eye. “One too many lessons learned.”
“Now that’s just too bad.” Minhyun pouts. “Nobody around here ever treat a sweet little thing like you right?” Minhyun risks a step forward. “I’d be lucky if I could be the first.”
The boy laughs, then, big and genuinely, and in Minhyun’s ambrosia-addled brain he can’t quite decipher the fact that the boy is laughing at him and instead is just registering that the boy is smiling and laughing because of him and is happy to be the cause of it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” the boy replies back flippantly. Already disinterested, he starts checking his pink manicured nails, picking carelessly at the skin around them as he fans out his fingers. “For a first-timer, I do admire your guts. Take a nice good look at our place, enjoy it while you can, cause I can assure you, you won’t be welcome back anytime soon.”
With that, the boy starts turning away, which doesn't bode well with Minhyun, the vampire darting a hand out to grab onto the man’s shoulder.
“Hey, now, don’t be like that, sweet thing.” Minhyun whines, high and tinny. “What, you wanna play hard to get? Make me do the chasing? Make me prove myself?” he begins rambling, his hand sliding down, trailing a path from the man’s shoulder down his bicep and across his forearm, ending point aiming for the pretty boy’s hand, “Fine, just tell me what you want–”
The pretty boy cuts him off, yanking his hand back like he’d been burned, disgust reading across his entire body as his neutral expression morphs into a scowl.
“I have a name, you know. And you better back up.” the boy warns, to no avail.
Minhyun persists, hot breath blowing across the man’s face as he doubles in even closer, vampire superspeed giving him the upper hand. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t be like that. I promise I’ll make it feel good, I’ll be gentle. You won’t even feel it, it’ll be just a little prick.”
Pushing the vampire away, the boy repeats, “I said no .”
Now properly annoyed at the mouth on this boy, at the audacity to talk that way to a customer, and still running on the ambrosia from his drink, Minhyun is about to give this brothel worker a piece of his mind, set on taking what he wants, grabbing him roughly by the waist and dragging him closer. “Get–”
“Get your hands off.” Cuts through the air around them, and Minhyun can recognize the tone of a threat when he hears it.
Whipping around, Minhyun’s senses are on high alert when he turns expecting to see the owner of the voice, only to find an empty space. There’s nobody behind him, where it sounded like the person had been. Minhyun jerks around to and fro, trying to locate the source of the voice.
Then, like liquid mercury, pools of a dark, hazy substance stream together out of nowhere, dark pits of squid ink black collecting, curling, and trailing up and up until the swirling fog materializes into the shape of a tall, broad figure. A man seemingly forms purely out of shadows, residual vapor dissipating just as quickly as it came, leaving behind his stoic silhouette standing with his arms crossed, looking none the pleased at the picture in front of him. With a flash of red in his narrowed eyes, it’s obvious that this is a vampire much, much older than anybody in the club by a long shot. Eyes that shade of ruby could only belong to extremely high status vampires, so ancient they’re the likes of nobility in their species. At that level, this vampire has sheer power and strength not matched by many others. And his clenched jaw and upticked eyebrow tell of his feelings about the current situation at hand.
Minhyun, however, lower status as he is, still has his ego, so he turns to the other vampire, trying his best to size him up through his swimming vision, thanks to the influence from his drink. The ambrosia must really be catching up to him now. Tightening his hold on the pretty boy’s waist for stability, Minhyun squints, trying to get his vision to focus so he can get a clearer look at this guy’s face when the same voice booms,
“I said get your hands off.”
In a heartbeat, the vampire disappears and reappears next to the pretty boy, ripping Minhyun’s hands off of the other and replacing them with his own possessive hand around the boy’s waist, fingers held in a firm clutch around the human’s side. His eyebrows are drawn in tight, casting a shadow down over his eyes now permanently glowing a ferocious red, a second warning of the place he holds.
Minhyun watches as the boy visibly relaxes in the vampire’s hold, leaning back against the older’s chest.
“Let me make myself clear.” the vampire hisses out, slow steady. Eerie. “You touch any of my people inappropriately again, and you’re going to be walking around handless, with your eyes gouged out, for the rest of your pathetic immortality.”
Stepping forward, the vampire places himself in front of Namping, acting as an effective wall blocking Minhyun from the human. Giving the slightest flash of his fangs, so fast you would miss it if you blinked, the vampire lowers his voice dangerously low until it’s almost a whisper under his breath, Minhyun only able to hear him thanks to his heightened hearing.
“ He’s mine. ” the vampire states, a threatening smile etching its way onto his face. “And you’d be smart to not touch what’s not yours.”
Sending his own fangy smile back in return, Minhyun prods through spread lips, “I already got my hands on him. And now that I have, I want another taste.”
The vampire’s eyebrows pinch together, lip curling in a nasty snarl. Gaze filling with a disdainful distaste, the vampire is quick to move, way faster than Minhyun could ever process, and darts in and out in a millisecond. Minhyun raises his arms in defense way too late, left to briefly stew in his anxiety before the pain registers a second later, blooming from his hand up his arm. Looking down, Minhyun is horrified to find one of his fingers on his right hand bent disgustingly out of shape, completely twisting in the wrong direction. A strong ache immediately registers in his body, and while it’s nothing life-threatening and it’s certainly nothing compared to what a human would be feeling at the moment, it’s still quite painful and uncomfortable for the younger vampire.
Smug, the older vampire leers, “Next time it’ll be your fangs. See how you feed after that.”
Minhyun glances back up from his hand, meeting the vampire’s cold eyes.
“Now get out of here. You better not show up here again, or I’ll happily make good on my promise. ” Eyes having slowly been overtaken by his rage, they’re now a full-blown black so dark it’s like drowning in vats of tar looking into them. The vampire sneers, “Got it?”
“Loud and clear.” Minhyun grunts stiffly, noninjured hand coming up to cradle his broken finger. In reality, he doesn’t want to let it go. But, being in the heart of the other’s territory, he’s got his hands tied. If he makes one wrong move, he knows the older vampire’s guards will not hesitate to jump him, and given his very real threats, the other vampire would gladly have Minhyun leaving his club in bags if he makes one more snarky remark back.
Despite his loss, Minhyun’s anger continues to fizzle, itching under his skin. His gaze remains fixed on the older vampire as he begins to back away, swiping his jacket angrily off of his seat before turning tail and exiting.
Knowing the other’s status, he has no choice but to let it go and admit defeat.
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At the man finally leaving, the couple’s shoulders relax, both collectively exhaling in relief as the tension quickly melts away, clientele and workers alike turning their attention back to their own tables, resuming conversation and continuing with their services.
Keng, although less tense than a few minutes before, is still fuming, nostrils flared and eyes still glowing with that deep inner red as he turns to assess his partner. He does a full up-and-down scan, turning Namping’s face side-to-side as he makes extra sure to check his entire neck.
Placing a light hand on Keng’s chest, Namping forces him to stop his inspection, taking his hand and using it to tip Keng’s chin back up when his boyfriend stubbornly refuses to halt in his assessment. “Babe, it’s okay. I’m okay.”
“It’s not okay, he got his grimy little hands all over you.” Keng snarls, hardly sated.
“He hardly touched me. You got here before he could do much of anything.” Namping reassures, voice soothing. “And besides, it’s not like he’s gonna be around anymore in the future.”
Sniffing petulantly, Keng huffs, “That’s for sure.”
Bringing up his other hand to intertwine his fingers with Keng’s as he continues trailing his hand already placed on the other’s chest up to his shoulders, Namping hums, “Don’t let one arrogant prick ruin your night. He’s gone, that’s all that matters.”
Holding Namping’s gaze for a moment as the younger plays with the older’s collar, Keng gives in, sighing out as he nods. He locks his fingers tighter around the younger’s hand, following as his boyfriend leads him back over to the bar.
Teasing, Namping lilts, “My big strong vampire boyfriend came to the rescue and protected me before anything bad could happen.”
Rolling his eyes, a smirk finally appears on Keng’s face as he responds to Namping’s teasing. “You flatter me.”
Slinking his arms up and around Keng’s arm, hand curling across the vampire’s bicep, Namping leans in closer to rest his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder, speaking lowly into his ear, “If you get us some drinks and meet me in the private rooms, we can have a quick feeding session.” Pulling away to gauge the older’s reaction, Namping giggles at seeing Keng’s eyes glowing anew, only with a different kind of arousal this time.
“Free of charge,” the younger taps his finger on the older’s nose, “for my one and only client.”
Chest rumbling in satisfaction, Keng smirks, biting his lip as he pats his boyfriend on the ass, sending him off in the direction of the back rooms with a jerk of his chin.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Wait for me, pretty.”
Namping sends a pleased smirk Keng’s way, turning away with a satisfied little chuckle as he swipes his fingers under the older’s chin, making sure his boyfriend has eyes just for him as he saunters back.
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Stumbling into the kitchen just as the sun is setting on a Friday afternoon, Keng rubs the sleep from his eyes as he comes up behind Namping standing at the counter.
“Morning, love.” Keng mumbles with a breathy sigh out, arms coming up to wrap around Namping’s waist as Namping hums a greeting back, distracted.
The large picture windows that occupy most of the upper halves of the walls, wrapping almost fully around them, let in plenty of light in this early afternoon setting, birds fluttering about outside, swinging between the trees with cheery chirps to accent the quiet rustle of leaves shaking in the wind.
It’s one of Namping’s favorite rooms in the whole mansion, built in a victorian style to match the rest of the house, painted with creams and muted greens, mahogany archways separating each room, velvet and satin decorations flowing from one room to the next, intricate gold-accented furniture finishing each room off with a flourish. Namping loves it, has loved it ever since it became his home when he moved in with Keng, all those years ago.
Now, where he stands rolling out a dough for some homemade bread, he leans his head against Keng’s resting on his shoulder, grown to be extremely familiar with the roomy kitchen he normally has all to himself.
But today, it would seem, Keng’s a bit hungry, the vampire already teething at the crevice of Namping’s neck, right at the base where it meets his shoulder, tiny pricks of his fangs pressing in deeper complementing the gentle nibbles he litters along its length.
“Need a little pick me up, hm?” Namping asks as he nudges his elbow into Keng’s sternum, the vampire hardly acknowledging the other’s teasing jab, not pausing in his ministrations save for a grunt.
Used to this routine of theirs by now, Namping quickly dusts his hands off and pulls down the shoulder of his loose sleep shirt, collar well-stretched out over time. Eager over the open invitation, the vampire growls contentedly, hands coming up to dig into his hips, baby claws sinking in for better grip.
“Can I?” is rumbled out against his skin, lips dragging along the surface in between long licks and open-mouthed kisses.
Namping hums his assent, fingers dragging through the strands of Keng’s hair and tugging as he guides the vampire to the right spot, right next to the pulse in his neck.
Groaning out, Keng can’t hold back anymore, jaw splitting wide open, fangs elongating, arms crossing over and locking in Namping against his body, everything in the vampire’s being pulled taught like a rubber band about to snap, before the tension breaks and he’s diving in, teeth piercing skin, blood gushing against his taste buds, eyes snapping open, pupils dilated, irises a glowing ruby.
At the first long draw from Keng, Namping lets out a long-winded moan, body electrified at the twinge of pain that comes from feeding. He’s nothing short of a sucker for the hurt, for the wounds that are left behind, the bruising that lingers for a few days, the throb that laces across his nerves when he presses against the sore spots, aching for a ghost of the sensations that only Keng can give him.
Pulling away to lap at the wound, Keng’s special vampire features have the bleeding stopping relatively quickly, the older quick to turn Namping around once he checks that he’s okay. Gripping at Namping’s hips, he lifts the younger up and places him down on a clean part of the counter, away from his half-made bread.
Trailing his grip down to Namping’s thighs, he sinks his fingers into the plushy skin he finds there, ensuring that the younger’s legs stay spread as he crowds into the human’s space, half-lidded eyes honing in on his neck.
Leaning in, Keng bites down again, in a different spot. In this position, he has all the access he wants to Namping’s throat, only further encouraged to bite down harder as his boyfriend continues running his hands through his hair, hissing and letting out little noises the rougher Keng gets.
Naturally, all riled up as he is, Namping eventually begins rolling his hips up against Keng’s stomach, whining when the friction isn’t enough. Buried in Namping’s neck, Keng is swarmed with his own primal urges, breath gasping out hot and fast when he forces himself to close up his second bite wound. For the sake of Namping not passing out on him, he distracts himself with the other’s lips instead, swallowing down the taste of blood until his mouth is clean before licking into the other’s mouth.
Namping lets out an enthusiastic little trill in his throat at the sensation of Keng licking into his mouth, tongues dancing against each other, the sounds of wet sucking interspersed with their moans. Eventually, they pull away, panting, the human’s fingers locked around the back of Keng’s neck, taking a moment to hold the vampire’s piercing gaze as they wrangle themselves back in from being so wrapped up in each other.
No words need to be said between the two, eyes speaking enough to replace words, so in tune with each other that barely a breath’s notice and Keng is dipping lower, trailing fluttering, delicate kisses against Namping’s pale skin, trailing down, down, down, right past where the younger’s shirt is pulled up around his middle to the sweet spot where Namping wants the attention.
The human’s belly sucks in as Keng presses longer and longer kisses into the skin around his hips, tongue licking out teasingly a few times, dancing over the expanse, darting close but not sinking down low enough to cross the border past his briefs.
It drives the human mad, hands balling up into fists and lightly beating at the older’s shoulders as an entertained rumble reverberates from the vampire.
“Think that’s funny?” Namping hisses, teeth clenched at a retaliatory teeth nip from Keng.
Keng opts not to reply, humming nonchalantly instead, which only serves to rile up his boyfriend further.
Propping himself up on his forearms suddenly, Namping gets a vantage point above Keng and uses it to glare down at his absolute menace of a partner. He raises his eyebrow at the innocent puppy look Keng switches to, able to read through his acting.
Huffing, he nudges the older’s shoulder with his knee, getting his other leg over the other to hop down on one side of the vampire. Pulling the other up from his kneeling position, he backs up Keng into the counter, effectively reversing their positions as he pushes him up against the cupboard.
Pleased, Keng lets Namping do as he wishes, letting the human hold him in place as the younger sinks to his knees in front of the older, making sure to hold his attention the entire way. Eyes big and round, looking up at the older through his lashes, Namping makes such a pretty picture, seductive and alluring as he drops his mouth open, tongue peeking out.
Keng whimpers when the other moves in to mouth at the outline of his hardness through the thin cotton of his briefs, saliva quickly dampening the fabric, making it stick to his skin and further heighten the sensation of Namping’s tongue laving over his arousal.
Abs tensing, the vampire’s grip on the counter behind him tightens dangerously, granite close to cracking from the pressure, when Namping circles his lips around the imprint of his head and gives a light suck. Unable to hold back, Keng’s hips thrust the slightest bit forward.
Pulling back, Namping looks back up at Keng as he runs his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, tracing teasingly back and forth over the vee of his hips just to see the way they jump forward in arousal.
Finally, after taking his sweet time to stir up the other, Namping pinches the elastic and pulls down, revealing Keng’s drooling cock underneath. The sight of it has him salivating anew, eager to get his hands around the other.
Namping doesn’t hesitate anymore, pressing forward and getting his lips around the other, slurping down as much as he can and wrapping his fingers around what won’t fit. Keng moans loud and long, hissing and whimpering the more Namping’s tongue plays little tricks along the underside and around the head.
Eventually, switching tactics, Namping gives Keng some respite, pulling off with a satisfying little pop! The younger relishes in the whine that’s drawn from the older at his actions, the vampire curling in on himself as he hisses through his teeth, having to tense against the sheer pleasure.
The pause doesn’t last long, however, as Namping is quick to move back in, swallowing down to suction his lips near the base, tightening up and sucking as he drags his lips back up. That gets Keng to buck up, hand stamping against the counter as he chants, “fuck, fuck, fuck. ”
Namping smirks around his length, throat constricting, going in for the same technique at recognizing the Keng’s tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, gleam in his eyes, determined to make the other come.
He does it again, invoking an even stronger reaction out of the older this time, then speeds up his pace, hands coming back up to stroke around the base, continuing to hold on when Keng’s hips kick out of control, the older twisting and groaning, the stimulation too much. He chokes slightly when the tip reaches the back of his throat a few times, but he loves the sting so he bears through it.
A few more seconds, both of their heartbeats racing in their ears, breaths coming out heavy and hot, sinful noises escaping them, and Keng is barely able to utter out a “coming,” before he’s releasing into Namping’s mouth, the younger eager to swallow down every last drop. He lets some of his cum gather in his mouth, letting it pool on his tongue as he opens his mouth to show the older.
Keng groans low in his throat, taking his fingers and pressing against Namping’s lips, prying his mouth open to get a better look before wiping the last connecting strings from his lips into the younger’s mouth, telling him to close it and swallow.
The younger obeys, and once he does he’s immediately nuzzling back up to Keng’s cock, peppering kitten licks all over. He keeps on going until the vampire is practically sucked dry, casually laving his tongue around, occasionally playing with the head to inspire a few more droplets to eke out. Eventually, the overstimulation borders on being painful, and Keng has to pull the younger off with a stiff hiss, sagging back against the counter once Namping listens.
For a few moments, Keng lays there, panting, still shivering in the aftershocks of pleasure that tremor through him. His senses slowly come back to him the more he breathes, and over time the powerful sensations of arousal wash away.
Keng opens his eyes, immediately meeting Namping’s gaze, eyes narrowing and glinting a dangerous red as he grabs Namping around the back of his neck and pulls him up.
“Come here.”
Giddy with anticipation, Namping lets himself be manhandled back into his original place standing at the counter, facing the kitchen backsplash. Keng’s hand slinks up the younger’s body, rucking up the younger’s shirt as he feels along his chest, teasing and playing with the other before eventually trailing down to curl around Namping’s hard cock weeping through his thin sweatpants.
Pressing his own hips up behind the younger, Keng nestles his nose against the back of Namping’s neck, breathing in his sickly sweet scent as his hips move upwards, the imprint of his once-again hard cock thrusting between Namping’s cheeks. Thanks to his vampire powers, Keng’s refractory period is short, the older ready to go again in no time at all.
Forced to grind up against Keng’s hand, Namping moans high and whiney, stuck between humping forward into Keng’s fingers or arching his back into the vampire’s cock, feeling the shape of it behind him, leaving him wondering what it would feel like pushing into him.
Either direction he moves, he’s trapped on either side, made to feel the stimulating sensations, body wracking at the sheer exhilaration he feels. Keng, watching him from behind, paces his thrusts to match Namping, building up an orgasm, bringing him right to the brink, before dropping speed to rip it away from the younger at the last second.
The edging makes Namping cry out, tears dripping fresh down his face, sniffling pathetically between wails of pleasure when Keng presses closer again. The vampire, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he drives out of his boyfriend, continues with this tempo multiple times, repeatedly building and tearing down, getting him so close and denying it, playing and baiting.
“Please, please, please.” Namping sobs, brought back again from release.
Huffing out, Keng nips the nape of his neck, smug. “You think you’ve earned it?”
“ Yes , yes, please I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Keng prods, taunting. Here, holding all the power over Namping, he plays the part of a predator well, satisfied at catching his prey in a trap, the human too caught up in his touches to really process anything he’s saying.
Blubbering, he whimpers out, “Yes, anything, please , Keng.”
Happy with his answer, Keng picks up the momentum again, thrusting fast and deep, Namping’s noises only encouraging him further, pushing past when he hears Namping shout a warning, wanting him to feel it more and harder , until it intensifies, and intensifies, and snaps, and Namping is coming with a yelp, crying louder as the waves wash through him, hips twitching backwards to feel the comfort of Keng’s cock squeezing against him.
Keng observes him, takes in the sounds of his moans, the pleas he lets out between, the pulsing around his cock, and revels in it, in how beautiful his partner is, how these reactions are for him and him alone to draw out of the other.
He lets the younger cool down, his breaths gradually coming in deeper, slower, heart rate slowing down, until he’s almost back to normal.
But before Namping can completely relax, Keng is quick to remind him of his hastily-made promise, approaching back closer to the human, nose running along his neck and hands stroking along his back.
When the vampire finally pulls back, Namping is able to catch the glimmer in his eyes as Keng rasps, “You said anything. You’re giving me one more.”
Namping yelps as he’s lifted over the vampire’s shoulder, world tilted as he stares down at the muscles in the older’s back as he’s hauled to their bedroom for another around. Giddy with excitement and a bursting love for his boyfriend, Namping playfully beats at Keng’s back, although he’s all too happy to be dragged along for another ride.
- ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ •
It’s another night at the brothel, business running smoothly as always. Customers have been filtering in and out all night, with little to no incidents requiring future attention. It’s been relatively quiet, peaceful. As such, Keng has taken to his place in the VIP area, reclining against the velvet-padded furniture as he sips on his whiskey ambrosia.
Despite Blood Moon being far from being understaffed, and despite the slow nature of business tonight, Namping, extrovert as he is, much prefers to be out on the floor rather than sitting down. From where Keng can watch, the other is glowing in his element, interacting with customers, chatting with the bartenders, checking in on things here and there to make sure everything is as it should be.
Keng enjoys seeing Namping so happy, floating around, attending to everyone, that is, until he takes certain notice of a specific customer. In terms of behavior, he hasn’t done anything too out of the ordinary, ordering drinks a few times, lounging in the regular seating, seemingly taking his time to feel out the place before he requests any services.
Matter of fact, it wouldn’t have grabbed Keng’s attention if Namping hadn’t slipped past the guy on an offhand run back to the bar to pick up a drink. That’s when Keng’s gaze doubles back at seeing the look on the guys face. Keng would recognize that type of hunger anywhere.
From then on, Keng makes sure to check in on the guy every now and again, and confirms his suspicion that the customer is interested in Namping. It’s obvious enough once Keng’s attention is brought to it, his gaze hardly leaving the human, checking him out up and down when he’s in the vicinity, biting his lips as he stares at the younger. To that, Keng’s lips fold into a deep frown, and he’s up and out of his seat in a second, heading for the bar.
Seeing movement from the VIP section out of the corner of his eye, Namping turns to look and sees Keng coming down the stairs, the vampire signalling for Namping to come over to him. Happy to, and oblivious to his boyfriend’s concern, the human rushes over, ordering a round of drinks for the two of them upon the older’s request.
While they’re waiting for their drinks, Keng makes sure to follow the customer like a hawk, catching his gaze and glaring at him until he looks away. At seeing the line formed between Keng’s eyebrows, the older visibly distracted, Namping turns around, scanning the perimeter before he turns back.
“What’s got your attention?” Namping questions, observing his face and trying to follow where Keng’s gaze is trailing once he finds that the other refuses to look anywhere else.
The answer reveals itself to be the customer, hunched over one of their regular couches.
“It’s this customer.” the vampire grumps. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you.”
Turning around again in his seat, Namping is able to identify the man after a few seconds of searching. For all Keng’s seriousness, the guy seems mostly harmless, nothing to his stature or behavior at all to suggest a threat. Sighing and getting up to cuddle into Keng’s side, Namping reassures,
“Don’t mind him. You know I’ll always belong to you.”
Namping’s words, although gentle, only appease Keng the slightest amount, the vampire still irked. He knows well his anger and worry with the customer will remain as long as said man is making googly eyes at his boyfriend.
And Keng will easily agree, he’s a possessive boyfriend. With a human partner so pretty and full with as much natural charm as Namping has, it’s not uncommon that he gets hit on. Each and every time he does, however, Keng has to make sure he stakes his claim, voice inside his head winning out over any other reason. Namping is his , and everybody in this goddamn city better know it. Especially the likes of some customer.
One who apparently doesn’t feel like backing down after making clear eye contact with Keng over Namping’s shoulder.
Irritation stirred up to a proper boil now, Keng suddenly grabs Namping’s wrist, getting up abruptly from the couch and pulling his boyfriend behind him towards the back rooms.
“Keng!” Namping protests, to no avail, continuing to be dragged along.
It’s not far down into the hallway when they cross an empty room, and Keng is quick to lead Namping into the room, shutting and locking it behind them as he pushes the younger further in.
Namping, flustered but clued in to what might have happened to have stirred up his boyfriend so much, sits down on the bed in the middle of the room, crossing his legs and patiently looking towards Keng to wait for his next moves.
Taking a few calming breaths and turning around, Keng is met with Namping’s lithe form leaned back on the bed, relaxed in an open invitation. He looks pretty tonight, pretty like he always is, the sparkles in his new lip gloss reflecting in the dim lights just right. He can’t help but admire the other for a few moments, knows that Namping basks in the attention, all too happy to indulge in the response only he can get from Keng.
It’s not much longer, however, that his desires win over and Keng is crossing the room in a few quick strides, backing Namping up and crowding him flat down onto the mattress as he clambers up the bed, one knee planted by the younger’s hip while his hands land firmly on either side of the human’s head.
“Pretty little thing,” Keng murmurs, “I could eat you right up.”
Namping, little vixen as he is, responds by tilting his head back, exposing his neck. “Go ahead.”
He’s on the human in an instant, sharp fangs elongating, piercing the skin and digging deep. He draws in long sucks, groaning as the sweet taste of Namping’s blood hits his taste buds. Today, he doesn’t drink much, only holding on for a few more gulps before dutifully closing up the wound.
He pulls back to watch the way Namping’s eyelids flicker in pleasure, eyes rolling back when Keng uses his thumb to press down on the fresh wound, sore around his teeth marks. Smirking as he leans down, Keng captures his boyfriend’s lips in a passionate kiss, curling his tongue against the other’s, teeth scraping just light of injury-inducing across his plush lips, tugging backwards to draw the other closer into his space only to push back and press the other back down.
It’s a game of tug-and-pull for a while, kiss so intense it has both of them stuck in it for a while, until Namping has to break for air, panting against Keng’s lips as his hands start crawling up the other’s shirt. His fingers follow along the line of the buttons on it, and upon reaching the top one, he’s giving a look to the vampire up through his lashes as he begins to undo it.
He doesn’t get very far before Keng is dragging his hand away, replacing it with his own hands. His shirt is completely unbuttoned in a few seconds, both of their hands joining together in helping remove it from his shoulders, the clothing falling to the floor as Keng hauls Namping further up the bed.
Procuring a bottle of lube from the nightstand next to the bed, Keng drizzles it onto his hand, warming it up between his fingers before he presses them gently up against Namping’s hole, circling around it just to hear the younger whine before he’s pressing in fully.
It goes in with a little bit of resistance, Namping sucking in air through his teeth at the sting, body tensing on instinct reaction, but he’s quick to relax as Keng continues slipping his middle and ring finger in, other hand coming up to slide along Namping’s thigh in a soothing motion.
“There you go, baby.”
It’s not long after that Keng manages to open Namping up enough to get three fingers in, his boyfriend’s body welcome to the intrusion. Eyes glowing a deep red, Keng watches as they pump in and out of the other in a steady rhythm, Namping only getting more riled up the more that Keng curls his fingers inside and drags his fingers along his walls.
Eventually, Keng makes it up to press against his prostate, Namping squealing as his legs clamp closed around the vampire’s bulky body.
Keng’s eyes are flashing and in a second he’s got Namping pinned down, left hand splayed out over Namping’s lower stomach while his fingers jackhammer even faster into the younger.
“You’re gonna take this like a good boy.”
Namping moans, loud and long, voice shaking every time Keng’s hand punches deeper into his body, slowly getting higher and higher in pitch, pants coming out breathier, until he suddenly shakes his head back and forth, reaching down to circle his fingers around Keng’s wrist.
“Please, please, I wanna come with you in me.” he gasps out, voice breaking as he catches his breath.
Looking down at the younger, his hair a mess, the bedsheets all tangled up from him wringing his hands through them, Namping looks so beautiful, giving himself up like this only for Keng to see, letting himself be vulnerable so that Keng can feed, always so giving and loving and perfect. It’s that thought that has Keng complying with his request, wanting to give his boyfriend all that he deserves. Wanting so deeply to claim the other as his.
Using some of the lube that had eeked out around Keng’s fingers, the older uses it to slick up his own member, wasting no time and lining up to push into Namping. They both keen as the pleasure intensifies, the vampire going straight to drilling in and out as Namping clenches tighter around him.
“God, make me feel so good, Keng.” Namping moans. “Can feel you all the way up in my stomach.”
Keng growls in response, using his grip to pull Namping down harder to meet each of his thrusts. The sounds of wet skin slapping and their breathless groans fill the room, both of them getting closer to the brink of orgasm with each brush of Keng’s cock against Namping’s prostate.
The sensations build, and build, climax just within reach, and on the next one, two thrusts, Namping’s coming, his body’s reactions enough to pull Keng over the edge too, the older orgasming close after the younger.
Pulling out with a hiss, Keng collapses down next to the younger, completely spent. Relaxing against Namping’s hand as he gently combs his fingers through the older’s hair, Keng catches his breath, basking in the post-orgasm high.
The two of them cuddle for another few minutes, neither feeling an urgent need to go back, finding comfort in the quiet. Eventually, they slowly get up, finding their clothes scattered along the floor and redressing, Keng pinching Namping’s cheeks when they flush a scarlet red.
After they’ve managed to clean themselves up to an acceptable degree, clothes mostly straightened and hair almost flattened out, they’re ready to step out of the room. Keng’s just reaching for the doorknob when all of a sudden, Namping darts his hand out, interrupting him and turning him back from the door. Looking back, Keng sees the other’s gaze focused on his lips.
“You’ve got lip gloss on your lips.” Namping blushes, hand already reaching up to wipe it away with his sleeve.
Keng stops him in his tracks, hand curling around the younger’s wrist, thumbing along his pulse.
“No need.”
They maintain eye contact for a heartbeat, Namping’s own thumping wildly in his chest.
Eventually, Namping nods, agreeing easily as his hand drops. Keng shoots him a satisfied look as he winds his hand around Namping’s waist, squeezing tighter as they finally make their way out of the room.
Leading the younger back down the hallway out to the main area, Keng is quick to urge the younger towards the customer seating once they’re on the main floor. Confused, Namping follows nonetheless, curious to see what’s got his boyfriend stirred up again,
It’s quick to click in his head, however, when Keng drags him to one of the couches, far enough away but still within view of the customer from before, the vampire sitting down first before pulling the younger onto his lap.
Ignoring Namping’s small exclamation of surprise, Keng turns to the other, gripping the younger’s chin and turning it towards him.
“Can you get the lip gloss for me now, dear?”
Seeing the vampire’s eyes lit up with glee, mischief hidden within their depths, Namping sighs out in exasperation, full of disbelief.
“Really, babe?”
Keng doesn’t respond, only pouting his lips further out, making a pleading expression. Namping rolls his eyes, but complies, readjusting his sleeve over his fingers to wipe over Keng’s lips, successfully wiping off the lip gloss.
“Thanks.” Keng smiles as Namping finishes, to which the younger raises an eyebrow at him in response. Thumbing the corner of his lips with a smirk, Keng glances over to eye down the customer, delighted at the sour expression on his face, all pinched up like he downed some lemon juice.
Then, to really hammer the point home, Keng curls his hand further up Namping’s face, fingers grasping on either side of his jaw, using his pointer finger to trace along the human’s jaw and tilt his chin up and to the side. Like this, he knows the customer has a clear view of the fang marks on his boyfriend’s neck, wounds still fresh enough that their bright red color shows against the lights of the brothel.
Seeing the customer turn away in disgust at the clear statement of possession, the beast inside Keng is finally sated when the other gets up to walk away.
The couple having watched the full turn of events, Namping finally faces Keng, sighing fondly at the other.
“Happy now?” he asks.
Rumbling with laughter, Keng nuzzles into Namping’s chest. “Very.”
Rolling his eyes, Namping lays his hands over Keng’s, their fingers linking together.
“Love you, baby.” Keng murmurs.
“Love you too.”
Shifting in his seat slightly, Namping taps Keng on the cheek, calling for his attention. “For the record; I don’t need a reminder, I know who I belong to.” he says, grinning down at Keng. “But I like seeing you all jealous. Makes for some amazing sex.”
With that, he boops Keng on the nose and is getting up off his lap with a flourish, winking at the other as he saunters away, Keng happy to watch his boyfriend, knowing that no matter what, Namping will always be his, and he will always be Namping’s.