Bleary eyes blink into the dim twilight of his bedroom as he sits up, casting a hand around thoughtlessly for his phone. Slim fingers catch, close, pressβ and the phone is dead, because of course it is. He groans, and curses, and peers through the gloom at his wrist instead, vision swimming as he tries to make out the blur of numbers that currently make up his watch's face.
Usually, his eyesight is remarkably good, even in the dim. But thisβ
Mmn. It's 5:34pm.
He's been asleep all day.
The knocking sounds again, more insistent this time, and Kaveh groans once more, sliding off his bed and onto his feet, and then promptly puddling onto his bedroom floor as his knees quake and give out from under him within the instant. He rubs an exhausted hand over his face. ]
Fuck.
[ He might have overdone it this time, he thinks. There should be something left in his emergency stash, but he'll have to make it out of his room and down the stairs first, and he's not sure he likes his chances of making it that far right now without passing out. If he can just wait a little, get some kind of feeling back in his legs or his brainβ
The sound of his name, filtering in from outside, interrupts what few thoughts he's managing to process right now, and this time, Kaveh's groan is one half of relief, half with the understanding that he's going to be in a lot of trouble. He was already starting to show visible signs of hunger when the full moon started. For Jing Yuan to be here now, it has to be over... and he'd assured him he would eat. He'd promised.
He breathes out, then in, trying to gather his senses together enough to focus a thought. ]
I'm in my room. You can take the key from the key safe. 4902.
[ jing yuan's worry only increases as he knocks, as kaveh does not answer the door.
he could be napping, he supposes, or busy cleaning or working, but jing yuan's intuition usually does not fail him. before he'd cloistered himself away for the full moon, jing yuan had noted kaveh's increasing hunger, had pushed him to eat, yet despite his good friend's promise he still worried that kaveh had not, in fact, fed himself. this thing is an ongoing battle between them, has been for a long time, and jing yuan, man that he is, completely understands kaveh's plight, but starving himself.. simply is not an option.
he's no vampire, but he remembers what it was like to be freshly turned nonetheless, how frightening it can be to become something new, something feared and hated, how hard it can be to give up the person you were before, but.. kaveh needs to learn. he's been a vampire long enough now that this should no longer be happening. feeding on humans is not ideal, no, but seeing his friend starve himself is too painful to bear. when he receives kaveh's message, hears how weak it is, he knows his fears have not been unfounded.
without hesitation, jing yuan finds the key and lets himself in, locking the door behind him before he's moving quickly, taking the stairs two at a time to kaveh's bedroom. the room is dark and quiet, but his sharp eyes can see him crumpled at the end of his bed, and jing yuan's heart sinks. ]
Kaveh -
[ the word is soft, and jing yuan's ears fold back as he rushes forward, kneeling, taking kaveh's hands in his own. he's so cold.. it's been far, far too long since he's fed, long enough that he risks falling comatose if this isn't remedied; jing yuan's heart tightens up with worry, concern written clearly in his expression. ]
Wait here.
[ on his feet again, jing yuan races down the stairs. he knows where kaveh keeps his emergency supply, but when he searches there.. it's woefully empty, only one small bag remains. it won't be enough. it won't nearly be enough. but it's something. up the stairs again, he presses the bag into kaveh's hand, unscrewing the top. ]
Here, drink.
[ it should at least be enough to keep him from slipping away, for the moment. ]
[ It has been long enough, hasn't it? When July comes, he'll officially move into the third digit of his age. 100 years old, and still every bit as youthful as the day over 70 years ago when he was turned. By now, he's used to the taste of blood in his mouth, the way his body craves it when he hungers. But his reluctance hasn't much lessenedβ his emergency supply is woefully empty because he doesn't refill it when he dips into it, which is too often. His friends tease him, call him soft-hearted. And he knows how desperately it worries Jing Yuan.
The werewolf is something of an anomaly in the life of a vampire. Most of Kaveh's kind can't stand the scent that lingers on a werewolf, wrinkling their noses and complaining of wet fur and dog breath. Werewolves don't like the scent that vampires carry either, citing the same cloying rust and decay of which they apparently taste.
But Jing Yuan has never smelled like wet fur and dog breath, not to Kaveh. Jing Yuan's fur is warm and comforting, like the softest of blankets. (He has no idea if he smells bad to Jing Yuan, but he certainly hopes not.) In the early days of their friendship, Kaveh's friends complained bitterly of his newfound scent. He's learned to shower more often, wears soft colognes to break it into something sweeter, but sometimes they still catch him written all over Kaveh's skin.
It's an odd friendship, but it's one he values more than anything. Jing Yuan has always been good to him. Kind. Non-judgmental. Patient. More than once, Kaveh has thought that he doesn't deserve the other man.
Like now, as he takes the bag and lifts it to his mouth, staining his lips with red as he drinks, a trickle of liquid iron escaping from the corner of his lips as the hunger and greed combine to have him drinking too quickly for his throat to keep up. He doesn't deserve this man who would rush to him, still smelling like the full moon, and all but force the blood down his throatβ ]
Mn.
[ Kaveh's eyes close as he quickly drains the bag, panting softly around the lip. ]
[ jing yuan says softly, still helping kaveh to hold the bag.
their friendship is indeed an unusual one, even taboo. jing yuan's packmates certainly don't like that he spends time with kaveh, don't love the vampire scent he carries with him nearly all the time, but they respect their alpha enough to not complain too much, even if they do not understand. he has never led them astray, after all, he protects and provides, leads them well, so they turn the other cheek to his.. interesting choice in companions. ]
Better?
[ he knows it's not enough. not nearly enough. with his thumb, jing yuan lightly wipes the blood from kaveh's chin and sighs, shaking his head. ]
You're not going to like this, but you've left me little choice.
[ sometimes, it's difficult not to treat kaveh like a fellow packmate, as well, difficult not to want to look after him, to protect him and keep him safe. jing yuan would do nearly anything for him, up to and including sacrificing his own blood. unfastening his high collar, jing yuan tugs it down, sweeping his thick hair aside to reveal his throat. offering something like this to a starving vampire is incredibly risky, he could easily take too much, but not only is jing yuan strong enough to fight him off if need be, he trusts kaveh completely and fully. he won't take too much. ]
You may not favor the taste, but you need to feed.
[ Better? Jing Yuan asks, and Kaveh nods, licking his lips as he lowers the bag, and there's almost a pout on his lips that betrays the lie, because such a small taste is enough to set his nerve endings on fire, to remind him of how desperately hungry he really is. Yes is what he wants to say, but there's a soft whine that sounds from the back of his throat even as he tries to say it, refusing to let him lie.
Until, at least, Jing Yuan reveals his throat, and dulled red eyes widen in shock and mortification. ]
No. No, absolutely not.
[ He shakes his head, as if to emphasize the declaration, made as it is with a mouth full of blood and a stomach churning with hunger. And then, as if worried that he'll somehow offend his friend: ]
It's got nothing to do with the taste. [ Jing Yuan doesn't smell like other werewolves anyway, so therefore he wouldn't taste like them either, is Kaveh's fog-brained (but likely correct anyway) logic. ] I just can't. You know I can't. I won't feed from you when I'm thisβ
[ There's no point in avoiding it; they can both see itβ ]
βwhen I'm this hungry. Yuan-xiong, it's too dangerous.
[ And yet his mouth feels dry, and he can smell the iron on him, strong and rushing through his veins like liquor... ]
[ jing yuan's voice is soft, but it carries the firm authority of an alpha. no, he won't leave kaveh like this. either he'll starve himself again, or do something desperate out of hunger, something he may regret, and jing yuan will not allow either. ]
I'm afraid I'm not giving you a choice. Perhaps you will think twice next time, and not break your promises.
[ it's playing dirty, but.. jing yuan lifts his free hand, using a clawed thumb to puncture his skin, drawing a drop of potent, fragrant blood. he's not offended that kaveh may not like the taste, won't be offended even if he doesn't, but it won't stop him. it's unfair to kaveh to make himself bleed before him while he's in this state, but the alternative is leaving him like this, and jing yuan cannot bear the thought.
smearing the blood with the pad of his thumb, he lifts it to kaveh's mouth, smearing it across his lower lip. though his voice may have been stern, his golden eyes are gentle, soft, pleading. ]
[ His eyes catch the movement just before it happens, lips rounding to protestβ but the syllable dies unformed on his lips as a claw pierces Jing Yuan's throat, and the bead of blood forms on the skin suddenly has all of Kaveh's attention. His friend said something about thinking, and promises, and choices, but all of that is forgotten, the red of his eyes suddenly sharp on the pooling redβ
and then that gentle thumb smudges it into his lower lip, and Kaveh's will breaks even before Jing Yuan has to plead.
With a small sound, the vampire all but lunges, teeth clamping into the skin and tongue laving over it, drinking hungrily from the other man's lifeforce. Ichor hot and fragrant floods his tongue, and then all his senses, and the tasteβ no, it's not offensive, just like he thought. In fact, it's perhaps the furthest thing from offensive the blonde can imagine. It's sharp like wine, with a hint of sweetnessβ it tastes more like gold than iron, he thinks dazedly, molten gold that somehow lights up his own veins, burning a pit in his stomach even as it pours into all the corners of him.
Nothing has ever felt so good, tasted so good.
He drinks, not fully noticing when his feeding turns into something different, nose and mouth nuzzling and kissing into the skin even as he continues to imbibe. ]
[ thank the gods that kaveh argues no further. the vampire lunges at him, and while jing yuan's initial instinct may be to fight back, he swallows that urge and tilts his head, exposing his throat further the moment kaveh's mouth makes contact.
jing yuan has heard that a vampire's bite is pleasurable, but he hadn't quite believed it, thought it a silly, romantic notion, but the moment those sharp teeth sink into his flesh, jing yuan is lost. inhaling sharply, both hands move to kaveh's sides, holding tightly as sweet bliss washes over him, strong enough to make his body warm and his tail curl. it feels.. it feels incredible; surely this is why the victims do not scream or fight, but instead succumb to the vampire's kiss.
a low groan rumbles in jing yuan's chest, and he closes his eyes. this is dangerous, and not because of blood loss. his full moons affect him, after all, bringing with it a rush of instincts as he is forced to transform, and some of those instincts are hot and sensual, the urge to breed, to rut, to take. the moon has passed, but its influence often lingers for days after, and jing yuan has not fully rested, not when he was so worried that kaveh wouldn't feed.
so when he feels that tongue curling against his skin, when he feels those kisses and nuzzles he can't help the way his body tightens with hot anticipation, or the way his strong hands guide kaveh right into his lap, pulling gently. the weight of kaveh's warming body is driving him wild. ]
Good boy..
[ he rumbles, low and soft, his breath rushing, treating kaveh as he would another wolf, with gentle praise for doing as he is told. ]
[ There's no hesitation left in Kaveh now, not as the other's low voice praises him and his hands guide him into his lap. Everything about the moment is intoxicating; Kaveh is kissing Jing Yuan as much as he is drinking now, and his hands are finding a rest on the other's chest. As his senses clear, the other's scent and taste are only better, and his breathing comes short and sharp, and in response to the praise, his hips roll by instinct against little more than the werewolf's abdomenβ
He realizes, then, as renewed pleasure lights him in response to the sensation, and Kaveh groans against Jing Yuan's throat. There's surely only one reason his blood can be this potent, right? ]
Mm, fuck. Too close to the moon. Your blood.. ngh. It tastes like... ahβ
[ He can't describe it. There's something hot, molten, needing, wanting that lights Jing Yuan's blood, tasting on his tongue a way that no other blood has ever tasted. His brain, still catching up with his instincts, wants to say it smells of sex, but he's sure that's wrong.
His tongue swipes the wounds once more, this time seeking to close them... but even once he does, he renews his kisses, breathlessly sucking and kissing and nipping at the skin of Jing Yuan's throat, chin, jaw. Surely the reason doesn't matter, right? Kaveh has never felt so alive, instinct makes him want to celebrate that, and Jing Yuan tastes so alive that surely he'll want to celebrate it tooβ ]
[ the roll of kaveh's hips sparks heat in his belly, and jing yuan is growing hard almost instantly, panic at the forefront of his mind, though it's quickly being overcome by instinct and desire.
it would be a lie to say that he hasn't thought about this before. kaveh is beautiful, and jing yuan would be the first to admit that he has feelings for him, that he has for a long time - this is nothing new. but he's done what he could to smother his heart, to not let it show. oh, kaveh loves him, he knows, kaveh cares for him deeply, but it's not the same sort of love that jing yuan feels for him, not the same sort of need - and that's okay, he respects kaveh, respects his choices and his heart. he's contented himself on his friendship.
but now - this is a temptation that he cannot resist, not this close to the full moon, not against the overwhelming pleasure of that bite, and the wonderful pressure of kaveh's body against his own. in the end, he's weak to the man that he loves, and he's ached for this sort of attention for years.. ]
Kaveh -
[ he whispers the name in a voice gone dark and deep, and as kaveh's kisses move up his throat and jaw, jing yuan breaks. all it takes is a slight tilt of his head to capture kaveh's lips with his own, to kiss him, hot and needful, with a low, thunderous growl rumbling deep in his chest like a storm on the horizon. one hand remains at kaveh's side, grasping his hip, while the other seizes in his soft blonde hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss until their lips part and he can taste his own blood on kaveh's tongue. ]
[ Kaveh is starting to wonder if he should apologize. It's a stray thought, floating somewhere amidst the crowding, demanding need and want and instinct, but it's there nonetheless: a small but definition there reminder that he's just started kissing and grinding on his dearest friend after drinking of his blood, after breaking a promise he made nigh on a week ago, after making him worryβ
but oh, he can feel the werewolf hardening under his squirming hips, and his name sounds like melting chocolate on Jing Yuan's tongue, and suddenly that stray, worrisome thought doesn't matter at all. He responds readily to the kiss, eager lips parting under the older man's, and the sound that he makes when fingers grasp at his hair is more a moan than it is anything else, hips arching and rolling again as he tastes the other's mouth.
(And he wonders, and he'll wonder later, why has he never considered this before?)
Kaveh shifts, seating himself more fully in Jing Yuan's lap, hips rolling deliberately down against the hardness he can feel jutting against him from underneath, and when he breaks the kiss to breathe, his eyes open, sharper than before and alive with need.
Gods, he needs. ]
Here? [ His voice sounds thick to his own ears, full of blood and lusting for more, aching for the other man's attentionβ how selfish of him when he already has it all. ] Or bed?
[ kaveh's movements are growing more and more insistent, more and more irresistible, his hips grinding down against jing yuan's aching, incredibly obvious erection that came to him all too easily. the full moon is partly to blame, yes, but more than that is his desire for kaveh, consistent and powerful.
then kaveh is asking that question, and jing yuan seizes up. it's all but an invitation, and one he can't refuse.
rather than answer, jing yuan growls, sinking his fangs against kaveh's lower lip before he's moving, getting to his feet and hauling kaveh with him, pushing him back toward the bed and turning him, his hips snapping forward, grinding against kaveh's soft, supple ass, the heat of his cock straining against his jeans. with one hand, he unbuttons them, yanking them open and tugging down the front of his underclothing until his cock springs free. the other hand is groping, searching across kaveh's bed and into the nightstand to snag a bottle of lube that he was relatively sure would be there. kaveh's sex life is healthy enough, after all.
they're moving quickly, but getting inside of kaveh is all he can think about, all that matters to him in these heated, desperate moments. both hands seize kaveh's sleeping pants and yank, pulling them down over his ass with his underclothing, exposing him as jing yuan grinds forward, the underside of his cock sliding through kaveh's seam, a taste of what's soon to come. ]
I need you..
[ he whispers, grinding his hips forward again, one hand snapping open the bottle of lubricant, while the other reaches around to slide up the front of kaveh's shirt, over soft skin, warmed by his own blood. ]
[ Jing Yuan at least has the full moon as his excuse. Kaveh, to his knowledge, has none; he's recovering quickly with the other's blood rushing through him, but he's still drained to the point of exhaustionβ easy for the other to manhandle even discounting his lupine strengthβ but suddenly, achingly hard in spite of that, his own cock tightening the usually-loose front of his sleeping pants, groans of pleasure on his lips as his friend presses against him, first clothed and then with nothing between them but skin. ]
Iβ fuck, I need you too.
[ He's not used to this. It's true that his bite can be many things for those from whom he drinksβ a sedative to calm the panic, an aphrodisiac to inspire attraction and affectionβ he's certainly fucked meals before, but it's never been like this, this unstoppable, aching need that fills him like he's never needed before. He can only assume it's the moon in Jing Yuan's blood, awakening Kaveh's senses the same way it awakens the werewolf's.
Not that he's really thinking about the science of it. His attention is focused on the enormity of the moment. ]
If you need me, take meβ
[ It's a whisper made as he hears the lubricant bottle snap open, cheeks warming at how easily the other found it even as his hips roll backwards, ass rubbing up against the cock sliding against him.
(And there's a small, distant part of him wondering if he should be doing this, if this isn't taking too much advantage of his friend's kindness and care, ifβ ifβ) ]
[ the full moon may be an excuse, but it is a flimsy one. the truth is simply that jing yuan loves him, has loved him for years, has wanted him for years, and between the nudge of the moon and the pleasure of kaveh's bite, he's entirely lost. he can't possibly turn away from this, from this thing that he has ached for for so, so long. kaveh is beautiful and willing, begging, pressing his pretty, perfect ass back against him like a bitch in heat and jing yuan can hardly stand it.
it takes him only a few seconds to slick his fingers, the tips of which he slides through kaveh's ass, pressing against his hole, teasing for a moment, but only a moment, before two slide inside, pressing deep. perhaps he's rushing this, but it's difficult even to prep him this much, when all jing yuan wants is to bury himself in that irresistible heat, to fuck kaveh absolutely brainless in the bed that smells like him.
baring his fangs, jing yuan presses his hot mouth to kaveh's nape, dragging it along the slope of his shoulder as he ruts against the back of kaveh's thigh, his fingers working quickly, pumping deep, curling to find the lump of his prostate, pressing mercilessly against it.
jing yuan's free hand, meanwhile, continues to slide up kaveh's shirt, the fabric rucking around his wrist as he gropes over skin so soft it feels sinful. burying his face in kaveh's hair, jing yuan inhales deeply, rubbing his cheek and jaw there to scent him, to leave his aroma all over kaveh, marking him as his own, keeping him, claiming him. ]
You're so beautiful..
[ he whispers harshly, spreading his fingers to stretch kaveh more for him, sliding in a third while his fangs rake the delicate skin of kaveh's throat. ]
[ Kaveh gasps at the sensation of twin fingers pressing deep into him. It's a lot, especially because Jing Yuan is so big, but he's not about to complain when it feels so frightfully good. He wonders it again, so soon: why has he never considered this before as an option for them? And deep down he knows whyβ Jing Yuan has his pack to worry about, to care for, to protect, he doesn't need (or likely even want) a frustratingly self-neglectful vampire on top of thatβ but right now he's too horny to think or care about the potential consequences of their going down this path.
His hips rock back against the other's pressing fingers, back arches so his neck can seek more of those sharp teeth, cries out lowly as Jing Yuan starts pressing without mercy against nerve endings that make him see even more stars than he does now; he's so horny and desperate for it that he almost cums on the spot, gritting his teeth and holding himself together from sheer will.
And Jing Yuan is nuzzling, breathing, scenting him in a way that isn't going to wash off so easily, and Kaveh thinks distantly that his friends will be annoyed, but it's thought that doesn't erase the curl of heating pleasure in his belly at the thought of someone (of Jing Yuan) laying a claim to him.
It's a series of sensations so potent that he barely notices the other call him beautiful, busy focusing on the third finger stretching him open
(and he wonders: can he ever truly be ready for a werewolf's cock, when the fingers filling him are so big and thick?)
but he nods, licks his lips as he pants out, breathes over the words. ]
[ those are some of the most beautiful words that he has ever heard, and the sound of them alone makes jing yuan moan against kaveh's throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitches against the back of kaveh's soft thigh. it would be a lie to say he's never imagined kaveh saying such things to him, but he'd never thought to hear it with his own ears..
withdrawing his fingers, there's another moment of movement and shuffling as jing yuan pours more lubricant onto his palm, and slicks up his cock with a few strokes. he's liberal with it, because yes, his cock certainly isn't small, it's thick and long and kaveh will have his knot to contend with as well, so he'll want to be sure that he's well slicked. it's about as far ahead as he can think right now, addled as his mind currently is.
but kaveh is ready. he's said as much. jing yuan is ready, too.
pressing the tip of his cock to kaveh's waiting hole, jing yuan arches his hips until it pops in, past that ring of squeezing muscle. he should go slowly. he should take his time. he doesn't want to hurt kaveh, gods, he would never want to hurt kaveh, but his instincts sink their claws into his back and force him forward.
hitching his hips, jing yuan slides in deep, stretching kaveh around his cock, feeling that incredible heat closing in all around him. a low, deep groan rumbles in his chest as the pleasure blooms, and jing yuan's hands, one still slippery, snag kaveh by the hips as he bends at the waist, pushing deep. ]
[ Not ten minutes ago, Kaveh would have said that it was impossible to hurt him through sex alone. With how infrequently he feeds, his pain receptors are often dulled to it, and he's done some truly stupid things in the past in the name of getting some sort of feeling back into his system, even temporarily. But right now, freshly fed and senses heightened, Kaveh finds himself grateful for the preparation. His face presses into the pillows to muffle the wanton moans as Jing Yuan fills him, pushing deeper and deeperβ ]
F-fuckβ
[ βand deeper still, until his hips are flush with Kaveh's ass, and the blonde feels like he's so full that he can't even breathe. He's used to sex with humans and with other vampires; not once has he been with a werewolf, built larger and strongerβ and Jing Yuan, an alpha, larger and stronger still.
Then there's the sounds the other man makes at his back, that low and deep groan that seems to come right from the depths of him, and Kaveh almost regrets the fact that he's on his knees like this, almost wishes he could turn around and see the look on the other's face. Jing Yuan has always been handsome, but what does he look like when his expression is wearing the most divine of pleasures?
(His artist's mind paints a picture for him, using the simplest of reference points: a memory, Jing Yuan's face as he chews on a steak Kaveh cooked for him, having practiced until he got it perfect. Eyes closed in genuine pleasure, a slight smile on his lips. It's easy to add to him the sounds he's been making now, part his lips just slightly so he can pant and groan and growlβ) ]
[ gods, kaveh's so damned tight around him that it feels like a sin, and jing yuan's knuckles whiten with the force with which he's grasping his partner's hips. that passage is so hot from kaveh's feet, tight and pulsing all around him, and for how badly he's wanted kaveh for so long, it's a wonder that he doesn't simply cum on the spot.
but jing yuan is a man of great self control. he reigns it in, biting hard on his lower lip until the feeling fades and he has the reins again - just in time for kaveh to begin begging so sweetly for him to move.
well, he can hardly deny such a lovely request. pressing down low, until his chest is flush to kaveh's back, jing yuan begins to move, rocking his hips in a sharp, deep rhythm, pushing kaveh open with every thrust of his cock. both strong arms wrap around him, holding tightly as he fucks into kaveh without relent, only barely keeping himself in check when all he wants to do is tear into him, to bite and claim, to knot him up tight until he's spoiled for anyone else but jing yuan, until he can't fuck anyone else without thinking of him.
the bed creaks beneath them as jing yuan's pace becomes more rapid, skin slapping skin with every hard snap of his hips, his fangs raking kaveh's shoulder, though he's soon biting down on his shirt in order to keep from clamping down like he wants to. already his knot is swelling, catching on kaveh's rim with every thrust, precum making the way even more slick as he edges closer and closer to release. with his left hand splayed against kaveh's abdomen, his right slides down to grasp at his neglected cock, pumping hard. ]
Cum for me, baby. [ he whispers roughly, hot tongue dragging below kaveh's ear. ] I've got you.
[ Jing Yuan's grip would bruise if Kaveh still could, fingers pressing tight into his hips in those few remaining moments before he starts to move, until his arms wrap tighter around the vampire to pull him yet closer, cutting off what would have been a third "please", lit with all of Kaveh's desperation and need for him.
At this rate, the werewolf's keeping himself in check doesn't matter, because Kaveh's deliriously sure that he's being shaped to fit the other perfectly, that cock filling and pressing in all the right places until he's seeing stars, until he's left little more than a mess of half-spoken syllables and soft moans. And it only gets better again when strong fingers wrap around his cock, starting to pump him hard and fast in time with Jing Yuan's powerful thrusts, when his lover breathes hotly into his ear and urges him over the edge, promising to catch him as he falls.
And Kaveh's blood is singing with the heat, nerve endings alive with need and desire alike, and he's so tight with it that he's ready to burstβ
So fall he does, the other man's name a sob on his lips as he spills over those fingers and into his bedspread, arching his hips back harder like he truly is a bitch in heat, begging without words for his lover's knot. As a vampire, it's not an instinct he's ever had, or even truly thought about before, but he seeks it now anyway, gasping and whining as he pushes back.
He may have just reached his own orgasm, but his body still cries out for it, demands more to sate the pleasure spiking through his system. ]
[ like the good, obedient boy he is, kaveh cums for him so beautifully, and not only can jing yuan feel it spilling over his fingers, he can also feel it in the way kaveh's entire body tightens up, his passage squeezing so tightly around jing yuan's cock that it steals the breath from his lungs. he can't hold on any longer.
at the very least, jing yuan has the wherewithal to pull out. he doesn't want to, know, he wants to release every drop into kaveh, to fill him with his knot and keep them tied together while he clamps down on his shoulder, claiming him for always - but that's not something that he can do without kaveh's permission, and he knows full well that their feelings for one another are not the same. though he aches to make the vampire his mate, he cannot and would not force kaveh to love him in return.
so with a mournful moan, jing yuan yanks his hips back just in time, hot cum spilling in thick ropes against kaveh's ass and thighs. it's messy and plentiful, spurting multiple times as he ruts against kaveh's thigh, chasing the last dregs of pleasure as they stab into his belly. it's not as good as filling him would have been, but it nevertheless slakes his awful thirst.
he finds, however, that in his hesitation to bite kaveh's shoulder, that he has instead shredded the back of his sleeping shirt, having torn it up with his fangs, ripping into it mercilessly. ]
I'm sorry..
[ he whispers, for the shirt, and then, for everything else. ]
[ Even as he rides out his orgasm, Kaveh has just enough sense left to recognize the sensation of Jing Yuan pulling out, refusing to fill him and instead humping into his thigh as his load coats the vampire's ass, thighs, the covers of the bed underneath them. There's a whine in his voice that matches in tone the mournful sound in the werewolf's chest, fingers clenching into fists on either side of the pillow as he trembles, tries to find enough strength that he can move. He wantsβ
Oh, but Jing Yuan is apologizing, and that doesn't make any sense at all.
Kaveh shifts, turning over on the bed, not really thinking about how much mess he's making by doing so, wide red eyes looking up at the other man as his teeth worry at his lower lip. ]
I.. n-no, I should be the one saying I'm sorry.
[ He nearly starved himself to death, and then all but launched himself at the friend who saved his life. He's selfish, and stupid, andβ
and gods, all he can think about is how plush and red Jing Yuan's mouth looks, ripe with the same blood that made him feel so good
βKaveh's fingers thread into the other's hair, tugging him down closer for a slow, sweet kiss, a kiss that in the next moment becomes a nibble, tongue lapping at the blood that rises to the surface of shallow wounds. ]
[ jing yuan is still recovering when kaveh turns over, looking up into his face with those beautiful gemstone eyes, pulling him down into another kiss that he cannot hope to possibly resist. his body is trembling with effort, and he melts down into kaveh's arms with a soft, plaintive groan, his arms sliding around him as they kiss, warm and soft, with none of the previous ferocious need.
they're a mess, both of them, slick with lube and cum, the bed sticky with it, both of them still mostly dressed and damp with sweat but jing yuan couldn't care less. he loves kaveh, loves kissing him, even though he feels that he shouldn't, feels that he'd taken advantage of his good friend in a time of need.
the guilt of it chews at his bones and makes his chest feel tight. ]
So are you..
[ he whispers against kaveh's bloodstained lips, licking into his mouth, his lip stinging where it was bitten, spilling thick droplets of hot blood into kaveh's mouth, lost in the kiss between them. his hands move, sliding up kaveh's sides beneath his torn shirt, pushing it upward. ]
[ He sighs into Jing Yuan's mouth when the other man starts to kiss him back, arms unwinding from the instant hold they'd found around his shoulders to instead stretch, giving the werewolf the room to pull his shirt over his head, even if it means he needs to break their kiss for a moment; he starts up where they left again in the very moment his shirt is gone. The guilt Kaveh is starting to feel is quickly washed away by the taste of his friend's blood on his tongue, the heady need it re-ignites in his system. He drinks hungrily from the shallow wounds, and he takes nowhere near as much blood as before, but somehow it feels more intimate.
Noβ it is more intimate.
When the other man is done ridding him of his shirt, Kaveh's hands smooth down over his broad chest, groaning softly into his mouth at the strength he can feel in his muscles, over his abdomen and to the hem of his tee so he can strip him too, breaking the kiss once more, biting his own lower lip as he watches the blood pool up again, waiting for his mouth. ]
Are you feeling weak? [ he whispers, this time reaching up to smudge the blood with his thumb, leaning up to lick the bites closed. ] I haven't taken too much?
[ Because gods, he thinks he could drink more, especially when he's already hard again, aching for more of the other's touch, when the room smells of blood and sweat and cum and something he's never smelled before on Jing Yuan, something musky and spicy, almost electricβ ]
[ the kisses.. they're beautiful and lovely, jing yuan sinks into them without complaint and without hesitation. he should know better. they shouldn't be doing this, not when kaveh is out of his mind with bloodlust, not while jing yuan is still coming down off of the full moon - it's a terrible idea.
but he's wanted this for so long, he doesn't have the strength to deny himself, not when kaveh is kissing him like this, arching into him, so much beautiful skin now revealed. despite the fact that he just came, jing yuan can't get enough of him, wants more and more, his appetite for kaveh is insatiable. their shirts come off, and then it's skin on skin, alluring and irresistible, kaveh's hands moving over him feel remarkable, like heaven, and jing yuan shivers beneath the touch, his skin jumping wherever kaveh's fingers pass. ]
No. I'm good.
[ he says between kisses, and he means it. he's not feeling lightheaded, he's a strong, strapping alpha, with plenty more still left to give.
sinking down, jing yuan buries his face against kaveh's throat, kissing the soft skin there, his mouth sliding down the slope of his shoulder, sucking little marks and scraping with his fangs. his hands move over kaveh's ribs as his hips settle between the vampire's legs, their cocks grinding together, his own barely recovered yet already filling again. ]
[ Jing Yuan tells him to take what he needs, but at the same time his mouth is pressed into the skin of Kaveh's throat, pressing kisses and leaving small marks behind. It means that right now, Kaveh can't bite again the way he wants toβ but he can't complain either, sates himself temporarily by sucking at the smudge of the other's blood left on his thumb, groaning lowly at the taste as he inhales, breathes him in, enjoying the headiness of scents he's never picked up on the other before. ]
What I need right now is you.
[ The words fall off his lips before Kaveh even entirely realizes what he's said, fingers tangling tight in Jing Yuan's hair as his hips arch, rolling up against the werewolf's quickening arousal. He feels drunk, high on the other's blood, a sensation only stronger now that he's allowed himself a second taste, and with every second that passes between them like this the guilt fades into the background, worries about his selfishness forgotten fast. ]
I want you to fuck me again. [ He wants him, all of him, the sharp swell at his base that Jing Yuan denied him before. He can take itβ ] The way you'dβ the way wolves do.
[ And, in the height of his arousal and selfishness, he tugs Jing Yuan's face up to match his own once more, lowers his own head into the crook of the werewolf's neck and bites once again, bites deep knowing what it will do to the other man when he does. ]
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if you love me, let me go
Bleary eyes blink into the dim twilight of his bedroom as he sits up, casting a hand around thoughtlessly for his phone. Slim fingers catch, close, pressβ and the phone is dead, because of course it is. He groans, and curses, and peers through the gloom at his wrist instead, vision swimming as he tries to make out the blur of numbers that currently make up his watch's face.
Usually, his eyesight is remarkably good, even in the dim. But thisβ
Mmn. It's 5:34pm.
He's been asleep all day.
The knocking sounds again, more insistent this time, and Kaveh groans once more, sliding off his bed and onto his feet, and then promptly puddling onto his bedroom floor as his knees quake and give out from under him within the instant. He rubs an exhausted hand over his face. ]
Fuck.
[ He might have overdone it this time, he thinks. There should be something left in his emergency stash, but he'll have to make it out of his room and down the stairs first, and he's not sure he likes his chances of making it that far right now without passing out. If he can just wait a little, get some kind of feeling back in his legs or his brainβ
The sound of his name, filtering in from outside, interrupts what few thoughts he's managing to process right now, and this time, Kaveh's groan is one half of relief, half with the understanding that he's going to be in a lot of trouble. He was already starting to show visible signs of hunger when the full moon started. For Jing Yuan to be here now, it has to be over... and he'd assured him he would eat. He'd promised.
He breathes out, then in, trying to gather his senses together enough to focus a thought. ]
I'm in my room. You can take the key from the key safe. 4902.
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he could be napping, he supposes, or busy cleaning or working, but jing yuan's intuition usually does not fail him. before he'd cloistered himself away for the full moon, jing yuan had noted kaveh's increasing hunger, had pushed him to eat, yet despite his good friend's promise he still worried that kaveh had not, in fact, fed himself. this thing is an ongoing battle between them, has been for a long time, and jing yuan, man that he is, completely understands kaveh's plight, but starving himself.. simply is not an option.
he's no vampire, but he remembers what it was like to be freshly turned nonetheless, how frightening it can be to become something new, something feared and hated, how hard it can be to give up the person you were before, but.. kaveh needs to learn. he's been a vampire long enough now that this should no longer be happening. feeding on humans is not ideal, no, but seeing his friend starve himself is too painful to bear. when he receives kaveh's message, hears how weak it is, he knows his fears have not been unfounded.
without hesitation, jing yuan finds the key and lets himself in, locking the door behind him before he's moving quickly, taking the stairs two at a time to kaveh's bedroom. the room is dark and quiet, but his sharp eyes can see him crumpled at the end of his bed, and jing yuan's heart sinks. ]
Kaveh -
[ the word is soft, and jing yuan's ears fold back as he rushes forward, kneeling, taking kaveh's hands in his own. he's so cold.. it's been far, far too long since he's fed, long enough that he risks falling comatose if this isn't remedied; jing yuan's heart tightens up with worry, concern written clearly in his expression. ]
Wait here.
[ on his feet again, jing yuan races down the stairs. he knows where kaveh keeps his emergency supply, but when he searches there.. it's woefully empty, only one small bag remains. it won't be enough. it won't nearly be enough. but it's something. up the stairs again, he presses the bag into kaveh's hand, unscrewing the top. ]
Here, drink.
[ it should at least be enough to keep him from slipping away, for the moment. ]
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The werewolf is something of an anomaly in the life of a vampire. Most of Kaveh's kind can't stand the scent that lingers on a werewolf, wrinkling their noses and complaining of wet fur and dog breath. Werewolves don't like the scent that vampires carry either, citing the same cloying rust and decay of which they apparently taste.
But Jing Yuan has never smelled like wet fur and dog breath, not to Kaveh. Jing Yuan's fur is warm and comforting, like the softest of blankets. (He has no idea if he smells bad to Jing Yuan, but he certainly hopes not.) In the early days of their friendship, Kaveh's friends complained bitterly of his newfound scent. He's learned to shower more often, wears soft colognes to break it into something sweeter, but sometimes they still catch him written all over Kaveh's skin.
It's an odd friendship, but it's one he values more than anything. Jing Yuan has always been good to him. Kind. Non-judgmental. Patient. More than once, Kaveh has thought that he doesn't deserve the other man.
Like now, as he takes the bag and lifts it to his mouth, staining his lips with red as he drinks, a trickle of liquid iron escaping from the corner of his lips as the hunger and greed combine to have him drinking too quickly for his throat to keep up. He doesn't deserve this man who would rush to him, still smelling like the full moon, and all but force the blood down his throatβ ]
Mn.
[ Kaveh's eyes close as he quickly drains the bag, panting softly around the lip. ]
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[ jing yuan says softly, still helping kaveh to hold the bag.
their friendship is indeed an unusual one, even taboo. jing yuan's packmates certainly don't like that he spends time with kaveh, don't love the vampire scent he carries with him nearly all the time, but they respect their alpha enough to not complain too much, even if they do not understand. he has never led them astray, after all, he protects and provides, leads them well, so they turn the other cheek to his.. interesting choice in companions. ]
Better?
[ he knows it's not enough. not nearly enough. with his thumb, jing yuan lightly wipes the blood from kaveh's chin and sighs, shaking his head. ]
You're not going to like this, but you've left me little choice.
[ sometimes, it's difficult not to treat kaveh like a fellow packmate, as well, difficult not to want to look after him, to protect him and keep him safe. jing yuan would do nearly anything for him, up to and including sacrificing his own blood. unfastening his high collar, jing yuan tugs it down, sweeping his thick hair aside to reveal his throat. offering something like this to a starving vampire is incredibly risky, he could easily take too much, but not only is jing yuan strong enough to fight him off if need be, he trusts kaveh completely and fully. he won't take too much. ]
You may not favor the taste, but you need to feed.
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Until, at least, Jing Yuan reveals his throat, and dulled red eyes widen in shock and mortification. ]
No. No, absolutely not.
[ He shakes his head, as if to emphasize the declaration, made as it is with a mouth full of blood and a stomach churning with hunger. And then, as if worried that he'll somehow offend his friend: ]
It's got nothing to do with the taste. [ Jing Yuan doesn't smell like other werewolves anyway, so therefore he wouldn't taste like them either, is Kaveh's fog-brained (but likely correct anyway) logic. ] I just can't. You know I can't. I won't feed from you when I'm thisβ
[ There's no point in avoiding it; they can both see itβ ]
βwhen I'm this hungry. Yuan-xiong, it's too dangerous.
[ And yet his mouth feels dry, and he can smell the iron on him, strong and rushing through his veins like liquor... ]
...You should go.
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[ jing yuan's voice is soft, but it carries the firm authority of an alpha. no, he won't leave kaveh like this. either he'll starve himself again, or do something desperate out of hunger, something he may regret, and jing yuan will not allow either. ]
I'm afraid I'm not giving you a choice. Perhaps you will think twice next time, and not break your promises.
[ it's playing dirty, but.. jing yuan lifts his free hand, using a clawed thumb to puncture his skin, drawing a drop of potent, fragrant blood. he's not offended that kaveh may not like the taste, won't be offended even if he doesn't, but it won't stop him. it's unfair to kaveh to make himself bleed before him while he's in this state, but the alternative is leaving him like this, and jing yuan cannot bear the thought.
smearing the blood with the pad of his thumb, he lifts it to kaveh's mouth, smearing it across his lower lip. though his voice may have been stern, his golden eyes are gentle, soft, pleading. ]
Drink. [ a pause. ] Please..
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and then that gentle thumb smudges it into his lower lip, and Kaveh's will breaks even before Jing Yuan has to plead.
With a small sound, the vampire all but lunges, teeth clamping into the skin and tongue laving over it, drinking hungrily from the other man's lifeforce. Ichor hot and fragrant floods his tongue, and then all his senses, and the tasteβ no, it's not offensive, just like he thought. In fact, it's perhaps the furthest thing from offensive the blonde can imagine. It's sharp like wine, with a hint of sweetnessβ it tastes more like gold than iron, he thinks dazedly, molten gold that somehow lights up his own veins, burning a pit in his stomach even as it pours into all the corners of him.
Nothing has ever felt so good, tasted so good.
He drinks, not fully noticing when his feeding turns into something different, nose and mouth nuzzling and kissing into the skin even as he continues to imbibe. ]
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jing yuan has heard that a vampire's bite is pleasurable, but he hadn't quite believed it, thought it a silly, romantic notion, but the moment those sharp teeth sink into his flesh, jing yuan is lost. inhaling sharply, both hands move to kaveh's sides, holding tightly as sweet bliss washes over him, strong enough to make his body warm and his tail curl. it feels.. it feels incredible; surely this is why the victims do not scream or fight, but instead succumb to the vampire's kiss.
a low groan rumbles in jing yuan's chest, and he closes his eyes. this is dangerous, and not because of blood loss. his full moons affect him, after all, bringing with it a rush of instincts as he is forced to transform, and some of those instincts are hot and sensual, the urge to breed, to rut, to take. the moon has passed, but its influence often lingers for days after, and jing yuan has not fully rested, not when he was so worried that kaveh wouldn't feed.
so when he feels that tongue curling against his skin, when he feels those kisses and nuzzles he can't help the way his body tightens with hot anticipation, or the way his strong hands guide kaveh right into his lap, pulling gently. the weight of kaveh's warming body is driving him wild. ]
Good boy..
[ he rumbles, low and soft, his breath rushing, treating kaveh as he would another wolf, with gentle praise for doing as he is told. ]
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He realizes, then, as renewed pleasure lights him in response to the sensation, and Kaveh groans against Jing Yuan's throat. There's surely only one reason his blood can be this potent, right? ]
Mm, fuck. Too close to the moon. Your blood.. ngh. It tastes like... ahβ
[ He can't describe it. There's something hot, molten, needing, wanting that lights Jing Yuan's blood, tasting on his tongue a way that no other blood has ever tasted. His brain, still catching up with his instincts, wants to say it smells of sex, but he's sure that's wrong.
His tongue swipes the wounds once more, this time seeking to close them... but even once he does, he renews his kisses, breathlessly sucking and kissing and nipping at the skin of Jing Yuan's throat, chin, jaw. Surely the reason doesn't matter, right? Kaveh has never felt so alive, instinct makes him want to celebrate that, and Jing Yuan tastes so alive that surely he'll want to celebrate it tooβ ]
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it would be a lie to say that he hasn't thought about this before. kaveh is beautiful, and jing yuan would be the first to admit that he has feelings for him, that he has for a long time - this is nothing new. but he's done what he could to smother his heart, to not let it show. oh, kaveh loves him, he knows, kaveh cares for him deeply, but it's not the same sort of love that jing yuan feels for him, not the same sort of need - and that's okay, he respects kaveh, respects his choices and his heart. he's contented himself on his friendship.
but now - this is a temptation that he cannot resist, not this close to the full moon, not against the overwhelming pleasure of that bite, and the wonderful pressure of kaveh's body against his own. in the end, he's weak to the man that he loves, and he's ached for this sort of attention for years.. ]
Kaveh -
[ he whispers the name in a voice gone dark and deep, and as kaveh's kisses move up his throat and jaw, jing yuan breaks. all it takes is a slight tilt of his head to capture kaveh's lips with his own, to kiss him, hot and needful, with a low, thunderous growl rumbling deep in his chest like a storm on the horizon. one hand remains at kaveh's side, grasping his hip, while the other seizes in his soft blonde hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss until their lips part and he can taste his own blood on kaveh's tongue. ]
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but oh, he can feel the werewolf hardening under his squirming hips, and his name sounds like melting chocolate on Jing Yuan's tongue, and suddenly that stray, worrisome thought doesn't matter at all. He responds readily to the kiss, eager lips parting under the older man's, and the sound that he makes when fingers grasp at his hair is more a moan than it is anything else, hips arching and rolling again as he tastes the other's mouth.
(And he wonders, and he'll wonder later, why has he never considered this before?)
Kaveh shifts, seating himself more fully in Jing Yuan's lap, hips rolling deliberately down against the hardness he can feel jutting against him from underneath, and when he breaks the kiss to breathe, his eyes open, sharper than before and alive with need.
Gods, he needs. ]
Here? [ His voice sounds thick to his own ears, full of blood and lusting for more, aching for the other man's attentionβ how selfish of him when he already has it all. ] Or bed?
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then kaveh is asking that question, and jing yuan seizes up. it's all but an invitation, and one he can't refuse.
rather than answer, jing yuan growls, sinking his fangs against kaveh's lower lip before he's moving, getting to his feet and hauling kaveh with him, pushing him back toward the bed and turning him, his hips snapping forward, grinding against kaveh's soft, supple ass, the heat of his cock straining against his jeans. with one hand, he unbuttons them, yanking them open and tugging down the front of his underclothing until his cock springs free. the other hand is groping, searching across kaveh's bed and into the nightstand to snag a bottle of lube that he was relatively sure would be there. kaveh's sex life is healthy enough, after all.
they're moving quickly, but getting inside of kaveh is all he can think about, all that matters to him in these heated, desperate moments. both hands seize kaveh's sleeping pants and yank, pulling them down over his ass with his underclothing, exposing him as jing yuan grinds forward, the underside of his cock sliding through kaveh's seam, a taste of what's soon to come. ]
I need you..
[ he whispers, grinding his hips forward again, one hand snapping open the bottle of lubricant, while the other reaches around to slide up the front of kaveh's shirt, over soft skin, warmed by his own blood. ]
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Iβ fuck, I need you too.
[ He's not used to this. It's true that his bite can be many things for those from whom he drinksβ a sedative to calm the panic, an aphrodisiac to inspire attraction and affectionβ he's certainly fucked meals before, but it's never been like this, this unstoppable, aching need that fills him like he's never needed before. He can only assume it's the moon in Jing Yuan's blood, awakening Kaveh's senses the same way it awakens the werewolf's.
Not that he's really thinking about the science of it. His attention is focused on the enormity of the moment. ]
If you need me, take meβ
[ It's a whisper made as he hears the lubricant bottle snap open, cheeks warming at how easily the other found it even as his hips roll backwards, ass rubbing up against the cock sliding against him.
(And there's a small, distant part of him wondering if he should be doing this, if this isn't taking too much advantage of his friend's kindness and care, ifβ ifβ) ]
Please.
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it takes him only a few seconds to slick his fingers, the tips of which he slides through kaveh's ass, pressing against his hole, teasing for a moment, but only a moment, before two slide inside, pressing deep. perhaps he's rushing this, but it's difficult even to prep him this much, when all jing yuan wants is to bury himself in that irresistible heat, to fuck kaveh absolutely brainless in the bed that smells like him.
baring his fangs, jing yuan presses his hot mouth to kaveh's nape, dragging it along the slope of his shoulder as he ruts against the back of kaveh's thigh, his fingers working quickly, pumping deep, curling to find the lump of his prostate, pressing mercilessly against it.
jing yuan's free hand, meanwhile, continues to slide up kaveh's shirt, the fabric rucking around his wrist as he gropes over skin so soft it feels sinful. burying his face in kaveh's hair, jing yuan inhales deeply, rubbing his cheek and jaw there to scent him, to leave his aroma all over kaveh, marking him as his own, keeping him, claiming him. ]
You're so beautiful..
[ he whispers harshly, spreading his fingers to stretch kaveh more for him, sliding in a third while his fangs rake the delicate skin of kaveh's throat. ]
Are you ready for me?
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His hips rock back against the other's pressing fingers, back arches so his neck can seek more of those sharp teeth, cries out lowly as Jing Yuan starts pressing without mercy against nerve endings that make him see even more stars than he does now; he's so horny and desperate for it that he almost cums on the spot, gritting his teeth and holding himself together from sheer will.
And Jing Yuan is nuzzling, breathing, scenting him in a way that isn't going to wash off so easily, and Kaveh thinks distantly that his friends will be annoyed, but it's thought that doesn't erase the curl of heating pleasure in his belly at the thought of someone (of Jing Yuan) laying a claim to him.
It's a series of sensations so potent that he barely notices the other call him beautiful, busy focusing on the third finger stretching him open
(and he wonders: can he ever truly be ready for a werewolf's cock, when the fingers filling him are so big and thick?)
but he nods, licks his lips as he pants out, breathes over the words. ]
Yes, yes I'm ready. Yuan-xiong, fuck me. Please.
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withdrawing his fingers, there's another moment of movement and shuffling as jing yuan pours more lubricant onto his palm, and slicks up his cock with a few strokes. he's liberal with it, because yes, his cock certainly isn't small, it's thick and long and kaveh will have his knot to contend with as well, so he'll want to be sure that he's well slicked. it's about as far ahead as he can think right now, addled as his mind currently is.
but kaveh is ready. he's said as much. jing yuan is ready, too.
pressing the tip of his cock to kaveh's waiting hole, jing yuan arches his hips until it pops in, past that ring of squeezing muscle. he should go slowly. he should take his time. he doesn't want to hurt kaveh, gods, he would never want to hurt kaveh, but his instincts sink their claws into his back and force him forward.
hitching his hips, jing yuan slides in deep, stretching kaveh around his cock, feeling that incredible heat closing in all around him. a low, deep groan rumbles in his chest as the pleasure blooms, and jing yuan's hands, one still slippery, snag kaveh by the hips as he bends at the waist, pushing deep. ]
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F-fuckβ
[ βand deeper still, until his hips are flush with Kaveh's ass, and the blonde feels like he's so full that he can't even breathe. He's used to sex with humans and with other vampires; not once has he been with a werewolf, built larger and strongerβ and Jing Yuan, an alpha, larger and stronger still.
Then there's the sounds the other man makes at his back, that low and deep groan that seems to come right from the depths of him, and Kaveh almost regrets the fact that he's on his knees like this, almost wishes he could turn around and see the look on the other's face. Jing Yuan has always been handsome, but what does he look like when his expression is wearing the most divine of pleasures?
(His artist's mind paints a picture for him, using the simplest of reference points: a memory, Jing Yuan's face as he chews on a steak Kaveh cooked for him, having practiced until he got it perfect. Eyes closed in genuine pleasure, a slight smile on his lips. It's easy to add to him the sounds he's been making now, part his lips just slightly so he can pant and groan and growlβ) ]
Gods. You can move. Please move, please.
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but jing yuan is a man of great self control. he reigns it in, biting hard on his lower lip until the feeling fades and he has the reins again - just in time for kaveh to begin begging so sweetly for him to move.
well, he can hardly deny such a lovely request. pressing down low, until his chest is flush to kaveh's back, jing yuan begins to move, rocking his hips in a sharp, deep rhythm, pushing kaveh open with every thrust of his cock. both strong arms wrap around him, holding tightly as he fucks into kaveh without relent, only barely keeping himself in check when all he wants to do is tear into him, to bite and claim, to knot him up tight until he's spoiled for anyone else but jing yuan, until he can't fuck anyone else without thinking of him.
the bed creaks beneath them as jing yuan's pace becomes more rapid, skin slapping skin with every hard snap of his hips, his fangs raking kaveh's shoulder, though he's soon biting down on his shirt in order to keep from clamping down like he wants to. already his knot is swelling, catching on kaveh's rim with every thrust, precum making the way even more slick as he edges closer and closer to release. with his left hand splayed against kaveh's abdomen, his right slides down to grasp at his neglected cock, pumping hard. ]
Cum for me, baby. [ he whispers roughly, hot tongue dragging below kaveh's ear. ] I've got you.
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At this rate, the werewolf's keeping himself in check doesn't matter, because Kaveh's deliriously sure that he's being shaped to fit the other perfectly, that cock filling and pressing in all the right places until he's seeing stars, until he's left little more than a mess of half-spoken syllables and soft moans. And it only gets better again when strong fingers wrap around his cock, starting to pump him hard and fast in time with Jing Yuan's powerful thrusts, when his lover breathes hotly into his ear and urges him over the edge, promising to catch him as he falls.
And Kaveh's blood is singing with the heat, nerve endings alive with need and desire alike, and he's so tight with it that he's ready to burstβ
So fall he does, the other man's name a sob on his lips as he spills over those fingers and into his bedspread, arching his hips back harder like he truly is a bitch in heat, begging without words for his lover's knot. As a vampire, it's not an instinct he's ever had, or even truly thought about before, but he seeks it now anyway, gasping and whining as he pushes back.
He may have just reached his own orgasm, but his body still cries out for it, demands more to sate the pleasure spiking through his system. ]
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at the very least, jing yuan has the wherewithal to pull out. he doesn't want to, know, he wants to release every drop into kaveh, to fill him with his knot and keep them tied together while he clamps down on his shoulder, claiming him for always - but that's not something that he can do without kaveh's permission, and he knows full well that their feelings for one another are not the same. though he aches to make the vampire his mate, he cannot and would not force kaveh to love him in return.
so with a mournful moan, jing yuan yanks his hips back just in time, hot cum spilling in thick ropes against kaveh's ass and thighs. it's messy and plentiful, spurting multiple times as he ruts against kaveh's thigh, chasing the last dregs of pleasure as they stab into his belly. it's not as good as filling him would have been, but it nevertheless slakes his awful thirst.
he finds, however, that in his hesitation to bite kaveh's shoulder, that he has instead shredded the back of his sleeping shirt, having torn it up with his fangs, ripping into it mercilessly. ]
I'm sorry..
[ he whispers, for the shirt, and then, for everything else. ]
I'm sorry -
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[ Even as he rides out his orgasm, Kaveh has just enough sense left to recognize the sensation of Jing Yuan pulling out, refusing to fill him and instead humping into his thigh as his load coats the vampire's ass, thighs, the covers of the bed underneath them. There's a whine in his voice that matches in tone the mournful sound in the werewolf's chest, fingers clenching into fists on either side of the pillow as he trembles, tries to find enough strength that he can move. He wantsβ
Oh, but Jing Yuan is apologizing, and that doesn't make any sense at all.
Kaveh shifts, turning over on the bed, not really thinking about how much mess he's making by doing so, wide red eyes looking up at the other man as his teeth worry at his lower lip. ]
I.. n-no, I should be the one saying I'm sorry.
[ He nearly starved himself to death, and then all but launched himself at the friend who saved his life. He's selfish, and stupid, andβ
and gods, all he can think about is how plush and red Jing Yuan's mouth looks, ripe with the same blood that made him feel so good
βKaveh's fingers thread into the other's hair, tugging him down closer for a slow, sweet kiss, a kiss that in the next moment becomes a nibble, tongue lapping at the blood that rises to the surface of shallow wounds. ]
Mmn. You're addictive.
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they're a mess, both of them, slick with lube and cum, the bed sticky with it, both of them still mostly dressed and damp with sweat but jing yuan couldn't care less. he loves kaveh, loves kissing him, even though he feels that he shouldn't, feels that he'd taken advantage of his good friend in a time of need.
the guilt of it chews at his bones and makes his chest feel tight. ]
So are you..
[ he whispers against kaveh's bloodstained lips, licking into his mouth, his lip stinging where it was bitten, spilling thick droplets of hot blood into kaveh's mouth, lost in the kiss between them. his hands move, sliding up kaveh's sides beneath his torn shirt, pushing it upward. ]
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Noβ it is more intimate.
When the other man is done ridding him of his shirt, Kaveh's hands smooth down over his broad chest, groaning softly into his mouth at the strength he can feel in his muscles, over his abdomen and to the hem of his tee so he can strip him too, breaking the kiss once more, biting his own lower lip as he watches the blood pool up again, waiting for his mouth. ]
Are you feeling weak? [ he whispers, this time reaching up to smudge the blood with his thumb, leaning up to lick the bites closed. ] I haven't taken too much?
[ Because gods, he thinks he could drink more, especially when he's already hard again, aching for more of the other's touch, when the room smells of blood and sweat and cum and something he's never smelled before on Jing Yuan, something musky and spicy, almost electricβ ]
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but he's wanted this for so long, he doesn't have the strength to deny himself, not when kaveh is kissing him like this, arching into him, so much beautiful skin now revealed. despite the fact that he just came, jing yuan can't get enough of him, wants more and more, his appetite for kaveh is insatiable. their shirts come off, and then it's skin on skin, alluring and irresistible, kaveh's hands moving over him feel remarkable, like heaven, and jing yuan shivers beneath the touch, his skin jumping wherever kaveh's fingers pass. ]
No. I'm good.
[ he says between kisses, and he means it. he's not feeling lightheaded, he's a strong, strapping alpha, with plenty more still left to give.
sinking down, jing yuan buries his face against kaveh's throat, kissing the soft skin there, his mouth sliding down the slope of his shoulder, sucking little marks and scraping with his fangs. his hands move over kaveh's ribs as his hips settle between the vampire's legs, their cocks grinding together, his own barely recovered yet already filling again. ]
Take what you need.
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What I need right now is you.
[ The words fall off his lips before Kaveh even entirely realizes what he's said, fingers tangling tight in Jing Yuan's hair as his hips arch, rolling up against the werewolf's quickening arousal. He feels drunk, high on the other's blood, a sensation only stronger now that he's allowed himself a second taste, and with every second that passes between them like this the guilt fades into the background, worries about his selfishness forgotten fast. ]
I want you to fuck me again. [ He wants him, all of him, the sharp swell at his base that Jing Yuan denied him before. He can take itβ ] The way you'dβ the way wolves do.
[ And, in the height of his arousal and selfishness, he tugs Jing Yuan's face up to match his own once more, lowers his own head into the crook of the werewolf's neck and bites once again, bites deep knowing what it will do to the other man when he does. ]
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