Your Vanilla Scent (Junhao)

Myungho

Myungho was nodding so furiously it was making him a little dizzy. "Yes. Touching. Me touching you. That's what I want."

He couldn't even feel embarrassed by his eagerness, not when Jun was actually smiling at him again (and not one of his not smiles, but a real, honest-to-goodness smile), looking so handsome with his pretty hair and pretty eyes and his wide mouth looking so soft and happy, just for Myungho.

Was Myungho maybe dreaming? This all sort of felt like it. Except he'd never had a dream this good, sitting on this big human's lap, being told he could have everything he'd ever wanted. (And okay, maybe touching Jun's cock wasn't everything Myungho had ever wanted, but really, it was way, way up there.)

Myungho reluctantly released his grip on that pretty blond hair, scooting back a little to give Jun room to maneuver. The scent of vanilla was everywhere around him, and his beastie kept wanting to come out to play again.

No way, Myungho reprimanded. This is for me. You had your bite last night.

His beastie preened at the reminder, even while annoyance buzzed at Myungho's chastising. They both agreed the human had tasted so very delicious. And with Jun's bigger size (what was he, six feet?), Myungho had been able to take more blood than he had when feeding from Colin. There was an art to it, taking just enough, recognizing the rise in heart rate, the signs of impending hypovolemia (Joshua had taught Myungho that word; it was such a useful one). But Myungho finally felt full for the first time in a long while.

And all that was suddenly very beside the point because Jun was unbuttoning his jeans (and oh God, had Myungho really made the poor human sleep in stiff denim?) and pulling them down his hips, taking whatever underwear he'd had on with them. Myungho raised his own butt to get himself out of the way, but his gaze remained firmly on his prize.

Goodness gracious.

Myungho had seen other men's cocks before, of course—the den he'd been raised in wasn't exactly puritanical with its nudity standards—but never one that was his to touch. His to play with.

"You're bigger than I am," he found himself saying, nibbling at his lower lip.

Jun graced him with a soft chuckle. "Well, that makes sense, kitten. I'm a bigger guy."

Myungho hummed his agreement, even knowing it didn't always work that way. He liked the size of Jun's body very much. Myungho felt so secure in the big human's lap, settled on his strong, broad thighs.

Jun's cock was standing at attention, and Myungho felt a fierce, burning satisfaction, knowing the human was attracted to him enough to be hard without Myungho having even touched him yet. He was uncut, like Myungho, but the red head of his cock was peeking out from the hood of his foreskin.

Myungho wanted to lick it. He really did. He wanted his mouth all over that thing.

But he was also very keyed up and turned on, and he didn't trust his fangs not to come out accidentally, so maybe it was best if he kept his mouth to himself for now.

Myungho looked up from the source of his fascination to see amusement shining in Jun's colorful eyes. It wasn't mocking or cruel though. Myungho knew the difference. "You're looking at my cock like it's a slice of birthday cake," Jun said.

"Oh, much better than cake," Myungho breathed, twisting his hands together to keep himself from grabbing too soon.

Jun noticed the movement because of course he did. "You can touch," he told Myungho.

Myungho reached out with one finger, petting at the silky head, spreading the drops of precum around. When his finger dipped under Jun's foreskin, the human hissed softly.