Leo's Unexpected Evening (18+)

A Gratifying Outcome

Wonsik's eyes fluttered shut as Taekwoon got up from the bed and padded softly around behind him. Taekwoon's slender hands caressed Wonsik's neck and shoulders, tugging his shirt even wider open. The rapper was white-knuckling the arms of the chair, more tense and perhaps less enthusiastic than Taekwoon had hoped. He could also faintly hear him clicking his tongue stud against his teeth - a nervous habit he thought Wonsik had long gotten over.

"Relax Wonsik, please? Take a deep breath for me." Taekwoon whispered into his ear. Leaning forward he brushed his soft lips over Wonsik's exposed collarbone, then shoulder. Wonsik shivered even though the bedroom and Taekwoon's breath was warm. "Just trust me."

Wonsik released the armchair from his iron grip and brought his left hand up to capture Taekwoon's left hand. "I trust you hyung." rumbled Wonsik, eyes still closed as he held his hand firmly. He tilted his head over to the right as Taekwoon ran tentative kisses one after another up the column of his neck. Wonsik took three deep breaths and on the last long exhale he squeezed his Hyung's hand.

Taekwoon moved his head back slightly, flexing his jaw. Two long, wickedly sharp canines punched down into his mouth as bent low again. He bit deeply into his friend's neck and heard Wonsik gasp, his hand tightening almost painfully on Taekwoon's then gradually relaxing as Wonsik slipped into a blissful reverie. As Taekwoon tasted Wonsik's rich blood for the first time his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He drank slowly, revelling in the ecstasy he felt through their new bond, knowing Wonsik could sense it too. All the members were so much closer now since they'd learned what he was, and he was euphoric that they trusted him enough to share this intimacy with them. Wonsik was the last to offer his blood, and Taekwoon was so grateful that he felt tears threaten behind his eyelids. He knelt down as Wonsik relaxed and slid lower in the chair, their hands still clasped tight.

Afterwards they lay cozily in Taekwoon's bed, limbs akimbo as they drifted half asleep. Taekwoon had carefully buttoned Wonsik's shirt back up to hide his fang marks, but they would be almost healed by morning. While Wonsik was still drowsy and dazed from the bite, he had given him a small taste of his own blood, just to hasten the wound's healing. He knew Wonsik wasn't into men, and he wasn't either (at least not most of the time) but the easiest, least messy way to give blood back was to bite his own tongue and well, Wonsik definitely didn't seem to mind the kissing. It appeared none of the members did.

Wonsik rolled over and flung an arm across Taekwoon's pajama-clad chest, murmuring something about white suits and soju before falling asleep again. Taekwoon sighed contentedly and pulled the covers up over them both, snuggling close to his friend. This was what he had been looking forward to all week. It hadn't turned out exactly as expected but he would never, ever complain.