"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your trachea out right now" Wooyoung growls in his ear, his voice laced with venom and malice.
San laughs darkly as he tries moving under Wooyoung's tight grip, the latter further tightening his hold on S...
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The next morning San woke up feeling extremely weak. He could barely sit up. He just laid there in the comfy sheets for a few seconds, mind blank and eyes half lidded.
That's when he remembers the previous night. And the bite. His eyes widens and be quickly lifts his right arm where Wooyoung had bit him only to see a big white bandage wrapped around his wrist where the bite was located.
So it wasn't a dream. He actually fed from me...
His mind was a jumbled mess. He looks down at himself and saw that he was now clad in an oversized tunic. One he doesn't remember wearing the previous night.
"I slipped it on for you after you passed out then I cleaned your wrist and bandaged it" Wooyoung's voice calls out in a mere whisper beside the drow.
San looks to his left and saw that Wooyoung had been laying on his side and carefully watching the him like he was afraid the light haired male would shatter like a china doll if he looked away for just a second. He gulps loudly when the vampire's grey eyes glistened a little on the sunlight streaming into the room from the window.
San manages to pull his eyes away from Wooyoung's alluring ones. This causes Wooyoung's heart to drop in his chest.
"You can't be mad at me ok? Y-you're the one that said I could bite you. I m-mean I even hesitated but you insisted. S-so yeah. If you're upset at me then that's kind of not fair. S-shit now I feel guilty, I helped you wrap the wound and everything" His voice raises slightly and slowly trails off. San turns to him once again, a smirk slowly growing on his lips.
Before Wooyoung could blink he felt a pair of warm lips on his own. His eyes slides close and he couldn't help but pull himself closer to the dark elf. Just before the kiss deepens San pulls back and whispers, "You're so cute when you ramble" His mocking comment a reference to the previous morning. The morning after their first time.
Wooyoung, who finally realized what the drow did a few seconds later, smiles sheepishly. His gaze then falls from San's chestnut colored eyes to his lips.
San takes the initiative and rejoins their lips once again. His hand grips Wooyoung's shirt tightly and their legs tangle together underneath the sheets. They break away for air and at that moment of looking into the silver grey eyes of the young prince whom he'd at first detested but slowly grew to adore, he realized something.
"tha mi a ’smaoineachadh gu bheil mi air tuiteam ann an gaol" I think I've fallen in love. He whispers in drowic. Wooyoung frowns in confusion at the random foreign sentence.
"What?"
San just flashes a small smile and shakes his head. "Nevermind" He then brings himself even closer and buries his face in the crook of Wooyoung pale neck for a warm cuddle.
