Your Vanilla Scent (Junhao)

Jun

Jun felt a sharp pinch, a brief burn, and then...oh fuck.

He sucked in a sharp breath, shocked in spite of himself at the lust flooding his body, the tendrils of arousal that started at his neck and raced through his veins, the strange sensation plumping his cock in an instant.

He knew—he'd been warned—the bite would be pleasurable, but he'd expected it to be something like when a doctor said a shot wasn't going to hurt. A little fib. A white lie. A necessary obfuscation to achieve the desired result.

But Myungho had been truthful. It felt good.

It felt so. Fucking. Good.

Jun grabbed more firmly onto the little vampire's hips, pleased beyond measure at the intimacy of the feeding position Myungho had chosen: on Jun's lap, that pert bottom pressed up against Jun's hardening cock.

He breathed Myungho in, that wonderful peppermint scent.

He should always be here, Jun thought dreamily, listening to the strangely erotic sounds of Myungho's greedy gulping. In my arms.

He found himself leaning further back against the couch and pressing a hand to the back of Myungho's dark head, urging him closer. "Take as much as you need, kotyonok. Drink your fill."

Jun knew—in that back corner of his mind, the tiny place unclouded by this obsessive want—that he should theoretically be more freaked out at the moment. He'd found out barely an hour ago that vampires existed (and that sweet, adorable, waves-at-dogs Myungho was one), and now here he was letting Myungho feast on his neck?

Jun should probably be considering the very real possibility that at some point that night, he'd truly snapped, and this was all some sort of elaborate illusion taking place after his losing his fucking mind.

But the sensations were too clear, too real. Myungho's hungry little noises, the warmth of his small body, the ache of Jun's erection straining against his zipper. He felt gratified that the vampire was hard as well, grinding himself against Jun's bulge, seemingly unconsciously.

Jun felt a hot surge of jealousy, thinking of Myungho doing this with Colin, but the emotion passed quickly. Because really, what Jun had encountered in the alleyway hadn't looked anywhere near this intimate.

There was a difference between how Myungho felt about the two of them; Jun was becoming sure of it.

And that was the crux of it all, wasn't it? Why Jun was allowing this (not just allowing but practically begging for it). Because here he'd been wanting to get closer to Myungho, to be special to him in some way, and this wonderful, bloody door had opened for them both.

Jun could give Myungho something vital. Something necessary to his very existence. Something horrifically intimate that could potentially open even more doors to even more intimacies.

Jun sank into the couch cushions, feeling both wound up beyond belief and also unbearably loose and relaxed. A little dizzy too, but that was a small price to pay.

The feeding had been going on for long enough Jun had serious concerns he was going to come in his pants like a teenager with his first grope when Myungho finally pulled back, his fangs sliding out of Jun's skin. But it didn't do much to lessen the arousal when Myungho started licking gently at Jun's neck.

He really was a kitten.

"Trying to get every last drop?" Jun teased softly, his muscles lax against the couch cushions.

Myungho gave one last lick before sitting back, his lovely face flushed and brown hair mussed well beyond its usual bed head status. The black had already receded from his eyes, and there were dark-red drops of Jun's blood on his chin. Jun was incredibly gratified to note Myungho made no move to crawl off his lap. "My saliva has healing properties," Myungho said softly. "I was closing the bite."