Jiwon's about to leave when he's down again and a great pain shoots through his leg.
He screams it out in pain and in no time Minseok and Silas are squatted down next to him followed by the rest.
"Ji? Are you okay?" Silas asks. Minseok's slowly touching Jiwon leg making him groan, "Can you please stop hurting me?"
"I'm sorry," Minseok says while letting go of Jiwon's leg, "His leg should be washed and a cold compress should do it. I'll bring him to the bathroom and get a cold compress. You can continue the game."
"Wait, let me go."
"I don't know Silas, you don't really look like you could easily carry someone, no offense."
He definitely can, Jiwon thinks while holding onto his leg clenching his teeth, but he knows Minseok's right. He doesn't look as if he can, so he won't do it. He won't give himself away knowing how many non-werewolf we're surrounded by.
"You're right. I just wanted to go with my best friend. Sure you can handle it?"
"I just need to carry him to the bathroom and get a cold compress. I'm pretty sure I can handle that."
"Okay. Jiwon, call me if you need anything, alright?"
"Sure thing, Si," Jiwon answers, trying to smile but failing. He can feel how his leg is already healing but it still hurts like hell.
Fuck that calling thing, Jiwon heard Silas's voice in his head, You know a faster way to get to me. Call if anything happens. Or if you just want company. Get well soon.
"Si," Jiwon speaks up after what, for the others, seemed like a silence, "Don't worry. My leg just hurt a bit. Minseok's prolly right. Some ice'll do."
Minseok puts his hands under Jiwon and lifts him up with ease and wishes the rest a goodnight. "Once again, bye guys," Jiwon says.
The walk back to their cottage was silent since neither of them spoke.
When they enter the bathroom Minseok puts Jiwon down, standing up right and kneels down before him. "What are you doing?" Jiwon demands when Minseok opens his jeans.
"Taking a look at your wound, stupid. Unless you want me to do anything else?" Minseok looking up from that position alone would've been enough to make Jiwon blush. When the pants are down Jiwon steps out of them. He looked away blushing while biting on his lip letting the other do what he's doing.
Minseok put his hands on Jiwon's thighs. On the right one to hold him and on the left one to get a better look at the wound. Jiwon winced at the touch.
Minseok pulls something out of the wound in Jiwon's inner thigh.
"The group before us must've left this there," Minseok says while pulling his right arm up to drop the piece of glass in the sink. It was soaked in blood and huge.
"Just as I thought," Minseok murmurs, "the blood's already congealing."
"What?"
"I thought the wound would close fast," Minseok says, still looking closely at the wound, "Since this whole werewolf thing. You should be okay in a matter of minutes, seconds even maybe."
Minseok said the last thing while kissing down on the surface just beneath Jiwon's wound. This touch catching Jiwon fully off guard, that's the only reason his mouth made the sound it made. Definitely. Definitely the sole reason.
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Minseok kissed his way up a bit and then licked the skin around Jiwon's wound and then the wound itself. Now it was his turn to moan. Jiwon was looking at the ceiling while grabbing the sink and trying to calm his breathing. He shut Silas's door into his mind, as he saw that he couldn't calm his thoughts.
Minseok finally left the wound alone. Jiwon looked down immediately, confused. "Why?" he asks, making Minseok smile sadly. "It's congealed, if I don't stop now I'll bite it open again." Jiwon could feel the sadness in Minseok. "Then stop," Jiwon says, grabbing Minseok by his collar and pulling him up.
He attacks his lips. Not even trying to start slowly. Silas came home after the biting and since then they hadn't had much time alone. Jiwon needed this too much. He bit down on Minseok's lip and continued kissing. Minseok didn't need an invitation and was kissing just as hungrily as Jiwon, holding him around his waist and pressing him as close to himself as he could. As did Jiwon, but by the shoulders of the older one.
Minseok picks him up and Jiwon wraps his legs around the other's waist pulling him even closer if possible. Jiwon was almost slammed against the mirror that took in almost the whole wall. It was actually meant to check if your clothes were looking good or something, but I guess it could be used to crush a person too.
Jiwon's hands had already left Minseok's neck and were now intertwined with his hair. Their breathing had gotten so uneven that Jiwon, for one moment, thought he got an asthma attack before he remembered he lost that once he had changed.
Their tongues were dancing and their bodies were shaking. Minseok had never kissed Jiwon this aggressively before. But Jiwon wasn't complaining, no, just the opposite.
"Bite me."
"What?!" Minseok asks, not letting go of the others' lips.
"Bite me, I said," Jiwon answers between the kisses and breaths, "I know you want it. I know you need it. I can feel your body yearning for it."
"I can't," Minseok says, but he had left Jiwon's lips and was now sucking on his neck. If he was already crushing Jiwon between the mirror and himself before, then that was nothing compared to now. Jiwon was still positioned on top of Minseok's hips, between his body and the mirror-wall. But on top of Minseok already crushing him, he himself yanked Minseok even closer. But since they were already as close as possible it was just Minseok pushing Jiwon on the mirror with his whole body.
"Bite. Me." Jiwon says while pulling Minseok even closer to his neck by pulling his hair.
At the same moment Minseok popped out his fangs and planted them on the place he was sucking seconds ago. Jiwon moaned both in pain and pleasure. He had clenched his arms around Minseok's head even more than before and was squeezing his legs so much around the other's waist, that he could see his naked legs turn white.
Just as he thought he had gotten used to it, Minseok bit deeper and harder. Jiwon felt tears prickle in his eyes. His mouth was open but no sound left. As Minseok finally stopped getting deeper Jiwon could feel the wetness of his tongue against his neck, caressing it before-
"aghhhhhHHHHH" Jiwon half groaned, half moaned, half cried. He could feel the sucking. The tears were no longer lingering behind his eyes but streaming down. He could feel Minseok's grip around his waist getting stronger. He was now pushed that much that he couldn't move anything besides his limbs, eyes and mouth. If he'd let go of Minseok he'd still be kept in the same position, that sturdy.
After some time he could feel the sucking stop and how the fangs in him began to shrink leaving Minseok to caress the spot. When Minseok looked up at Jiwon he knew the boy wanted to stop.
The way he was staring at Minseok with his red eyes, tear-stained cheeks and gaping mouth said enough and Minseok was about to step back when he felt that Jiwon's grip on him hadn't altered.
"Minseok , I," Jiwon began, still staring at the other, "I..." And he clashed the boy once again on his lips. Minseok was taken aback. He was sure Jiwon had wanted to stop after that, and after seeing his face he was even surer, but the boy didn't. He kissed him with the same fierceness as before. Maybe even more.
"Jiwon," Minseok stammers between kisses.
"Mhm," The boy answers, not planning on letting go of the boy's face or hair for the time being.
"Won, you okay? Stop," He tries to talk to him but doesn't get the chance.
Jiwon bites down on his lip and withdraws, Minseok's bottom lip between his teeth as far as it could get before it bounced back. Jiwon looked met at the lip and then up at Minseok's eyes. "Why? You wanna stop, baby?" he asks, breathless.
"Won, I- Are you okay? You were crying."
Jiwon's gaze doesn't leave Minseok's eyes except for quick glances at the other's lips. "I'm more than okay, believe me. And so are you. Your body's content, right?"
"How could it not?" Jiwon tugs Minseok closer again with his legs.
"Then why'd you stop, babyboy?" He whispers huskily in Minseok's ear.
The boy looks up at Jiwon, mouth wide open in shock. I should be the one getting aphrodisiacs from the bloodsucking, Minseok thinks, but this is even better.
And combined their lips and breaths again. Jiwon curled upwards in pleasure and back down. He took his hands off of Minseok's scalp to take their shirts off and tossed them on the ground.
"What'd you say? Should I once again show Dorian those beautiful paintings I can make on your skin? Or should I leave them, and more, beneath a pretty shirt of yours?" Jiwon says between kisses he plants over Minseok's neck. He lingers a bit longer on a spot on the transition to shoulder and kisses it sweetly.
There was no bite visible, only a birthmark-ish something. Minseok moaned as the other touched the sensitive area. I bit there since it was his softspot, now it's almost like an orgasm-light-switch.
He removes his legs from around Minseok's waist and puts them against the mirror. Pushing on the mirror so Minseok stumbles a bit back. Jiwon puts his feet on the ground and pushes Minseok backwards once again, interlocking their lips and tongues, until he hits his calves to the bed.
Jiwon pushes him onto it and climbs on top of him. "Under, it is," he says while kissing Minseok's pecs.
Now it was Minseok's turn to close his legs around the other one and grip his hair. Jiwon left a lot of purplish marks all over the boy's chest and belly. Looking up he saw a reddened Minseok , breathless and with an open mouth dropping with spittle. The sight made a certain area of Jiwon's ache for touch.
Minseok blinked as if he had just snapped out of a trance and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at Jiwon who was now biting on his lip. A small smirk occurred on Minseok's lips thinking of the thing he could most definitely feel half-poking at his belly.
He slid down between the other's legs, sitting on the floor in a half-second. Grabbing the other's legs to turn him around on his way down. Jiwon leans on his elbows and looks down at the one on his knees on the ground. Minseok's hands still on the other's legs he forces them open, looking him pleadingly in the eyes.
"Finally my turn?" he asks innocently, making Jiwon gulp and almost choke in the spit that had formed in his mouth.
He slowly sat up right, looking down at Minseok. The latter didn't break eye contact while taking off Jiwon's boxers, who pushed his hips up to make it easier.
"You know," He says, while hovering over Jiwon's inner thigh, "I really didn't like what happened back there," he continues, between the kisses and hickeys he plants on the boy's inner thighs.
"L-like what? You giving J-Jake a lap dance?" Jiwon answer-asks, while trying his best to contain his breathing.
Minseok was now licking an area a bit higher up, but still not where Jiwon was hoping this would lead to.
"Like you kissing Silas."
Did he really need to have this conversation now? Jiwon thought to himself.
"I just did the penalty, I had no choice."
"Why? Because you didn't want me to know? I don't care, I care more about the fact you kissed Silas." Minseok says while circling a specific area, making breathing and talking only harder for Jiwon.
"You gave one of my best friends a lap dance!"
"Only because you'd rather kiss someone than let me know your first kiss! I would've simply taken the penalty and sucked your face off instead of the lap dance if it wasn't for that."
Minseok did finally get where Jiwon was longing for him to get. All he did was licking though, since he couldn't speak with a whole dick in his mouth...
"Why d-do you have t-to be so j-jealous!"
"It's normal to be jealous of someone like you! Because that's simply the effect that you have on me!" Jiwon couldn't explain how but that simple sentence pushed him over the edge. Minseok's whole face was now under the white sticky substance. If his' was already aching, this made it only ache more, to the point it started hurting. He had opened his jeans a long time before, but the cloth of his boxers didn't give him the space he needed.
It only swells more at every sight of Jiwon. The boy was breathless, trying his best to come down from his high.
"I did the penalty," he began, "not because I didn't want you to know," He slit down onto Minseok's lap, moving. Knowing exactly what he was doing. And if he didn't, Minseok's face told him. And the twitching bulge beneath him definitely spoke louder than words.
"I did the penalty," he begins once again, "Because," He continues in a whisper, with his head resting on Minseok's shaking shoulder, "You were my first. First everything."
Minseok's eyes shot open big and throwing his head back he came, too. For both, the action and movement did a lot, but soft words did more.
Jiwon smiled slowly in Minseok's neck and they sat like that, on the floor with Jiwon on Minseok's lap, hugging, for a while.
"I'm glad you're feeling better, Minmin," Jiwon says while nuzzling in more.
"Better?"
"I sensed you were feeling bad. I'm happy I could help you"
Omg, Minseok had almost forgotten about that, how could I.
"Jiwon?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I'm sorry."
"What why?"
"For biting you.."
Jiwon withdraws for a second to look at Minseok and then slaps him on his chest. Right on one of those sweet bruises he had left there.
"Don't you dare say sorry. First of all I insisted. Second of all, you needed it. Your body was yearning for it for hell's sake. And," he continues, looking away, "I'm not complaining"
Minseok smiled and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well I practically forced you to continue your life with me, I had bit you too, and...ahem...I liked it...ahem..."
"Oh you did?" Minseok asks, smirking.
Jiwon clashes his face to Minseok's chest and hugs him tightly around his middle.
"I heard your kind did this thing called 'blood marriage'? Two of yours would promise each other to one another. Never taking someone else's blood." Jiwon starts stammering, "I also read that blood sucking delivered aphrodisiacs. I don't know if this is a stupid request or maybe soon but-"
"Yes," Minseok interrupts, "Please don't finish that sentence 'cause I can picture you asking me something like 'Would you want my neck in blood marriage' or something like that and I don't want to hear that." Jiwon laughs, "There goes my whole preparation."
"And Won?"
"Mhm?"
"I don't think it's too soon since you know," he scratched his neck, but not just his neck, a particular spot, "I'm afraid you're stuck with me either way.
How did it feel?"
Jiwon looked up at Minseok. "I don't know how to explain it. But does it matter? It makes you feel better and heal. And well, I already said I'm not complaining either..."
Then Jiwon looked up. "Get up!"