✨I'M A WEEB✨

Zayne took the shot, feeling the burn as it went down his throat, warming his insides. The alcohol did little to calm his nerves, though, as he glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the various toys and restraints scattered on a low table. "What... what is all this?" he stuttered, setting the glass down with a clink.
             
            Liam leaned against the bar, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Just some things I've picked up over the years," he said with a casual shrug. "You know, to keep things interesting."
            
             Zayne felt his cheeks redden as he took in the array of objects. "I've never... done anything like this before," he admitted, his voice shaking slightly.
            
            Liam's smile softened, and he stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Zayne's shoulder. "That's what I'm here for," he said, his voice a soothing purr. "To guide you, to show you what you've been missing."
            
            Zayne's eyes darted around the room, his mind racing with possibilities. He'd always been curious about the more adventurous side of sex, but had never had the nerve to explore it on his own. Now, with Liam's collection laid out before him and the other boy's confident touch, he found himself feeling a strange mix of excitement and fear.

Ready to have some fun?" Liam asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
            
            Zayne took a deep breath and nodded, his stomach doing flips. "As long as no one finds out," he murmured, his eyes scanning the almost empty parking lot for any prying eyes.
            
            Liam chuckled. "Relax, I've got it all under control," he assured, his confidence both reassuring and slightly terrifying. He pushed himself off the tree and started walking towards the car. "First my place. We've got some... supplies to get."
            
            Zayne followed, his heart hammering in his chest. The tension between them was thick, a mix of fear and anticipation that was electrifying. They drove in silence, the only sound being the low throb of the engine and the occasional honk from a passing car. When they arrived, Liam's house was as he remembered it from the few times he'd visited for group projects - neat, but with an underlying sense of chaos that was purely Liam's doing.
            
            They headed to the basement, which was Liam's domain. It was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of a neon sign above the pool table that read "Liam's Lair". Posters of rock bands and action heroes adorned the walls, and the faint scent of weed and incense lingered in the air. Liam led him to a closed door at the far end of the room, his hand hovering over the doorknob.
            
            "Welcome to the secret lair," he said with a dramatic flourish, pushing the door open to reveal a cozy space filled with plush couches, a large screen TV, and a bar stocked with every type of alcohol imaginable. The walls were covered in black velvet, creating a cocoon of darkness that made Zayne's pulse race even faster.
            
            "You've got quite the setup here," Zayne murmured, his eyes widening as he took in the sight.
            
            "It's all for the perfect experience," Liam said with a wink, walking over to the bar and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He poured two generous shots, handing one to Zayne. "A little liquid courage never hurt anybody."

Zayne felt his face flush even hotter, his mind racing. He didn't know if he could trust Liam, but the prospect of someone knowing his secrets and offering to help him explore them was... tempting. And the fact that Liam had evidence of his escapades made it all too clear that he had the upper hand.
            
            "Fine," Zayne said, his voice shaky. "But what makes you think you know what I like?"
            
            Liam's smile grew more playful. "I've done my homework, Zayne. Trust me, I know what gets you going."
            
            Zayne swallowed hard, his throat dry. "What do you propose?"
            
            Liam leaned in even closer, his breath warm against Zayne's ear. "How about we start with something simple?" he suggested, his voice a low murmur. "Just the two of us, no pressure. A little experiment to see if I can live up to your... expectations."
            
            Zayne's mind raced, trying to decide if he should take the bait or run. His curiosity and desire for adventure won out over his fear of being caught. "Alright," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper.
            
            Liam's grin grew wider, and he slapped Zayne on the back. "Good" he said, his eyes gleaming. "I'll set something up. Just follow my lead."
            
            The rest of the school day passed in a blur for Zayne. He couldn't focus on his classes, his thoughts consumed by what the night might bring. After the final bell rang, he found Liam waiting for him outside the school, leaning against a tree with a knowing smirk.
            
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They stumbled, half-dressed, to Zayne's bed, the springs protesting softly as they collapsed onto it. Their kisses grew sloppier, more desperate as they tugged at each other's pants. The need to feel bare skin was all-consuming. They rolled together, a tangle of limbs and passion, until Zayne was straddling Liam, their erections pressing against each other through the thin barriers of their underwear.

Zayne's own hands weren't idle. He had managed to unzip Liam's jeans, and now his hand was inside, gripping Liam firmly. They both moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between them like a secret shared only by them. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of desire and discovery. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but they didn't want to stop.

They both froze for a second, the realization of what they were doing crashing over them like a wave. But the hunger was too strong to ignore. They needed more, needed to feel more. With trembling hands, they began to undo each other's clothes, their kisses never breaking. The sound of fabric whispering against skin was the only music in their world.
             
            Their shirts were the first to go, tossed aside in their haste. They broke apart only long enough to remove them, their eyes devouring the sight of each other's bare chests. Liam's eyes lingered on Zayne's flat stomach, his hands itching to touch, to feel the warmth beneath his fingertips. Zayne's gaze was drawn to Liam's smooth, unblemished skin, a stark contrast to his own, which was scattered with faint freckles. They both felt a thrill of vulnerability, baring themselves like this, but it only made the connection between them stronger.
            
            They resumed kissing, their bare chests pressing together, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies. Zayne's hand slipped down to the waistband of Liam's jeans, and he felt the firmness of Liam's erection straining against the fabric. The realization made his own body respond, his own arousal growing more insistent.
            
            Liam's hands were equally curious, his thumbs hooking into Zayne's waistband, tugging gently. They managed to get Zayne's jeans unbuttoned, and Liam's touch grew bolder as he slid his hand into the warmth of Zayne's boxers. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through Zayne, making him gasp into the kiss. Liam took this as a cue to deepen the kiss further, his tongue delving into the recesses of Zayne's mouth as his hand explored the length of his erection.

Blood kink. Liam is handling a knife (in the kitchen, at work, while enjoying a hobby) and cuts themselves. What a way for Zayne to find out they want to lick the blood off Liam... maybe even suck it out of Liam.

Zayne and Liam going back to one or the other's house after a date, where they eventually end up dry-humping on the couch. Liam only intends this as foreplay, but Zayne is already getting overwhelmed. Liam finds this amusing and endearing, leaning close to whisper something teasingly into Zayne's ear. It turns out that Zayne is more excited than Liam thought, and hits orgasm without any further stimulation, to the surprise of Liam and the embarrassment of Zayne. What happens next?

Zayne waking up in the middle of the night horny, and they beg Liam to have sex. However, Liam is too tired, and instead tells Zayne they’ll have sex in the morning. Now, imagine Liam waking up to Zayne sitting on top of them and saying, 'Now?'

Zayne nodded, his heart racing at the thought of Liam's fangs piercing his flesh again. "How often will you need to...?" 
            
            "Only when the hunger becomes unbearable," Liam assured him. "And we'll do it safely. I promise." 
            
            Zayne took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Okay," he agreed, his voice shaky but firm. "We'll make it work." 
            
            The following days were a delicate dance of desire and restraint. They studied together, their focus never wavering from the ancient texts, but the air between them was charged with a newfound tension. Every time Liam felt the hunger rising, he would take a step back, his eyes glowing faintly with the effort of holding it at bay. Zayne could sense his struggle, and it filled him with a mix of pity and admiration. 
            
            On the nights when the craving grew too intense, they would retreat to the library, the heavy tomes forgotten as Liam took Zayne's wrist in his cool grip. He would bend his head, his fangs extending with a soft click, and Zayne would watch with a mix of fear and excitement as those sharp points pierced his skin. The initial sting would give way to a rush of pleasure that made his toes curl, and Liam would drink, their bond growing stronger with each pulse of his blood. Afterward, they would sit in silence, the fire crackling in the hearth, their hearts beating in unison.

"I'll feed from you only when necessary, and I'll continue to hunt to keep the craving at bay. It won't be easy, but it's the only way to maintain our connection without it consuming us."

haunted him for so long. 
            
            But with every shared sunrise, a new challenge arose. The bond between them was potent, and with it came a hunger that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Zayne's blood was like a siren's song, a temptation that Liam had to fight against with every ounce of his being. He didn't want to be a monster, didn't want to lose control and hurt the one person who meant more to him than anyone else. 
            
            One evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the stars emerge, Zayne could see the struggle in Liam's eyes. "What is it?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. 
            
            Liam took a deep breath, his fangs elongating slightly as he felt the hunger stir. "It's getting harder," he admitted. "The bond... it's making the thirst more intense." 
            
            Zayne's hand tightened around his, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the cold fear that began to grip Liam's heart. "What can we do?" 
            
            Liam leaned his forehead against Zayne's, their eyes closed as they felt the pulse of their bond. "We'll find a way," he murmured, his voice filled with determination. "We'll find a way to balance this." 
            
            They sat in silence, the night air cool against their skin. The scent of Zayne's blood was a constant temptation, but Liam focused on the steady beat of his heart, the comfort of his presence. He knew he couldn't go on like this, always on the edge of losing control. He had to find a way to manage his hunger, to ensure that their bond didn't become a prison for either of them. 
            
            The following night, Liam approached Zayne with a plan. "We need to set boundaries," he said, his voice firm. "For both our sakes." 
            
            Zayne nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Okay," he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "What do you propose?" 
            
            "We'll set a schedule," Liam explained, his voice steady.