Depraved

Nothing Cuts You Deeper

Author note:

Feel the power of a double upload! ✨ *makes a pebble levitate but sweats the entire time* ✨

UHHH....
Ahh...
You might get....
mad?
At me?

I'm so sorry and I swear I luv you all. Maybe don't read the second half... of this one... yet. You know what I mean? Maybe save it. For later. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤😩😩😩😭😭😭😭😭😭 Okay... Luv and darkness. 🦇✨

Chan dropped his weight down an inch at a time, drinking up the fluttering of Minho's eyelashes- the slightly parted curve of his lips. As soon as he was seated Minho ground up, grip tight on his waist.

"Channie..."

"Huh-yeah?"

"Move. Oh God please move."

It was interesting. The whine in his voice, the way he tilted his head up and to the side. Minho looked so bare and breathless that Chan suddenly imagined fucking him instead. The thought only got stronger, even as he started to ride him.

"Higher." Minho whispered. And like a spell he complied, rocking his hips high enough to leave only the head inside before dropping back down to the base. The slide was perfect, the overhead light just bright enough to not miss a single movement. "Uhn- Channie-"

"Tell me."

"Your- nnh- teeth..."

He was losing control. The human affected him so much. With an embarrassed sigh he tried to hide them behind his hand. "I'm sorry."

"No- you can-" The end of the sentence was implied. You can bite me.

Even the idea was heightening each sensation. Chan shook his head. "Can't- huh- scared."

Minho gasped at the friction, the steady rise and fall. He squeezed his eyes closed. Blissed out. "Why?"

"Love you. I love you too much... can't- won't hurt you. Ever."

"I know you won't." The look he gave him was demanding and petulant "I trust you Channie. Go on." And he leaned his head to the side, revealing the pleasing curve of his throat- opening himself up as if he'd never been afraid of vampires.

But he didn't know what he was suggesting. Drink from him? While he was still so deep inside? Chan bent forward because he couldn't help himself- licked over the first mark he ever made- now mostly healed, high and faded on his shoulder.

"Uh!" His palms slid up, warm digits caressing his chest and shoulders. Each thumb slid over a nipple and Chan found himself considering it, teasing the area with his teeth.

"But... need you to feel good."

"I do. I do." He sounded wrecked.

"You really want this?" Chan whispered.

He could tell what the answer was just by the way his cock got minutely larger inside him, but he still waited for Minho to whine his consent before choosing a spot. This time, he would bite blatantly on the side of his throat. A place so visible it'd have to be covered with a collar or turtleneck shirt to hide. It was a selfish space- as if claiming him would make the human his. But he was so delirious with pleasure- it was tingling up his spine, coming out in waves through his hips where Minho's burning hands dragged back down and clung so tightly.

Chan heard his breathing get ragged. Felt the human's pulse speed up right beneath his tongue and bit down, finishing untouched, gulping his essence down in mouthfuls. The delectable taste of him. The vibration of his moans traveling up Chan's lips and right into his skull. His orgasm was like a changing it was so strong. There was no way he could be the same at its end. Something would be forever different.