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The thing about Ten was that even though he was indulgent, he wasn’t generous. And while he was polite, he wasn’t gentle.
The thing about Yangyang was that he was funny but exhausting, talkative but reserved.
The only way they interacted was through conflict. Ten loved to bicker around the most pointless arguments, he could go at it for days at a time and Yangyang was a sore loser.
Kun had had to ban bickering during moments like dinner time and early mornings and karaoke nights because Ten and Yangyang liked to fight like it was nothing more than another kind of foreplay. And it could’ve turned into foreplay if the two of them had ever gotten around having sex together after that one night months prior when Yangyang had called Kun daddy and come all over himself after begging mommy for permission.
Ten still jerked off to that memory. But he was also too petty to admit that he wanted Yangyang so bad he could crawl. Getting Yangyang so desperate that he sobbed and asked for daddy’s cock was one thing, acknowledging that Ten was absolutely in lust with the damn boy was something else entirely. And it was embarrassing.
Being well into his thirties and thirsting for a guy in his early twenties was pathetic. Especially because his boyfriends were all over the aforementioned guy. Ten wanted to still have some dignity, for god’s sake. He wasn’t gonna beg for Yangyang.
And it didn’t look like Yangyang had any intention to beg for him either.
That surely didn’t mean that Ten stopped himself from watching when his boyfriends messed around with Yangyang. It didn’t help with his frustration because Yangyang enjoyed being looked at and coveted. He was way too similar to Ten on that.
Seeing Yangyang bending Xiaojun over and making him whine and wail was hot; Xiaojun’s beautiful marble features crumbling under the slightest pressure and Yangyang’s pretty boy fangs glinting at Ten… god, Ten could’ve died right there and he would've gone out with a smile.
Kun was smarter about it, he could tell there was some kind of strained tension between his two human lovers and decided to stop messing around with them altogether. Ten had no idea if that forced chastity was a punishment or a self preservation tactic but he was about to go insane if Kun refused to touch him any longer.
“C’mon, please,” Ten whispered into Kun’s ear one night, after having weaseled his way right into Kun’s lap. “Please, do you truly want me to beg?”
Kun sighed, clasping his big hands around Ten’s waist, making it look dainty and elegant. Ten wanted him to grip and bruise. He was so pent up he felt like he could get hard if Kun looked at him for long enough.
“I don’t want to punish you, my love,” Kun explained, caressing Ten’s cheek tenderly. “But I think that you and Yangyang would rope me into a game I don’t want to play. My children are more inclined to get into your little civil war, but I’m not”
Ten pouted and pawed at Kun’s shoulders like a misbehaving kitten. “Daddy really doesn’t wanna play with mommy?”
Kun raised an eyebrow but he looked stoic as usual. Ten hated that his lover knew every sly little trick in Ten’s book.
Ten picked a different tactic. “Aren’t you hungry?”
A dry little laugh escaped Kun’s lovely mouth. “That’s a rather small price to pay if it gets tranquillity back to this household.”
Ten groaned and rolled out of Kun’s lap. “You really aren’t gonna budge, huh?”
Kun shook his head and planted a soft kiss on Ten’s kitty pout, which made Ten pout even more.
“Daddy wants mommy to make peace with having to share.”
Ten was so pathetically horny that Kun doing nothing more but speak had him shivering out a breathy, “Yeah, whatever.”
Kun smiled and pet Ten’s head lovingly, “Good, so good, my love.”
Ten got up and left the room to jerk off in his room, spiteful and frustrated and miserable.
“What’s up with you and Yangyang?” Hendery asked a couple of days later, mouth still wet with spit and blood after feeding from Ten.
They were laying in bed and Ten felt drowsy and sated enough to let some truth slip from his lips, “I think I’m too proud to accept that I want to give in.”
Hendery blinked slowly, his big eyes looking up at Ten. “Give in to Yangyang, you mean?”
Ten hummed noncommittally, hoping that Hendery would’ve simply let the matter go.
“I think Yangyang might be the same,” Hendery sighed, caressing Ten’s chest with the palm of his hand splayed open. “You’re both overthinking the same stuff.”
Something clicked in Ten’s head. He blinked.
“I guess,” he said.
Hendery nodded, then yawned, and Ten did the same. They both slipped into sleep.
Ten spent the following two weeks avoiding Yangyang. From what he could tell, it was mutual.
The troubled look in Kun’s eyes when he glanced at Ten over dinner was starting to become unbearable.
“My ex texted me,” Xiaojun grumbled during a Yangyang-less movie night.
Kun looked away from the TV to turn towards Xiaojun with an arched eyebrow. “Sicheng?”
Xiaojun hummed in assent. “Goes by Winwin now.”
It had taken Ten quite a bit to understand the vampire custom to change names and aliases during time. Kun had explained that it was because living for so long made it impossible not to feel the need to shed identities like cocoons. Hendery had said that it was easier to slip under the law when you didn’t have centuries of petty crimes and tax evasion on your name.
“Who’s Winwin?” Ten asked, because he was a gossipy hag.
Xiaojun’s handsome face turned into an expressionless slab of stone. Kun looked at him expectantly.
Eventually, not even Xiaojun could bear the weight of Kun’s gaze. He sighed. “We were lovers some time ago. He was human and I turned him by mistake because I was young and stupid.”
Kun cleared his throat. “Tell the whole truth,”
Xiaojun hid his face in his hands, “I ran away and left him at his own devices. He hasn’t reached out to me ever since.”
Hendery booed and threw popcorn at Xiaojun’s head. “Dejun is a deadbeat father.”
“Your mother had yet to bear you in her womb when that happened.” Xiaojun hissed back, combing popcorn out of his hair like an offended cat.
Ten snickered. “How long ago did that even happen?”
“Not that long ago,” Hendery mumbled, while Kun said. “A hundred years ago.”
Ten’s jaw clicked open. “That’s recent for you?”
Xiaojun shrugged. “Kinda.”
Kun kicked Xiaojun’s shin in an uncharacteristic outburst of childishness. “Be mindful.” He looked at Ten and sighed. “We’ve been around since the 18th century, so a hundred years is nothing more than one third of our lives. That doesn’t mean that your life and the human perception you have of it is meaningless to us.”
A mean response was brewing at the back of Ten’s throat and its sourness stained his words, “I know. I get it. Humans are fickle, vampires are eternal.”
A heavy curtain of silence draped over their living room.
“I’m sorry,” Ten said, but it felt bitter.
Hendery crawled towards him and linked their fingers together. “Don’t say that, it’s fine. It’s our fault that we’ve grown so insensitive to time. But that’s not an excuse to be mean towards you,”
Ten held his hand tighter. “Is this a wake up call to suck it up and talk to Yangyang because in a hundred years I’ll be long dead?”
Kun’s lips were pursed in a way that showed badly concealed amusement. “It could be,”
“Gege wants to rope me into a game I don’t wanna play” said Ten in a mocking imitation of Kun’s voice, which made Hendery and Xiaojun giggle while Kun huffed out a laugh.
“Honestly though,” Ten added, looking at Xiaojun. “I think that holding a grudge for a hundred years is long enough. Maybe you should sort it out with your ex, baby”
Xiaojun bit his lip and looked down at his own phone, “I don’t even know how the fuck he managed to get my number. What if he wants to kill me?”
Hendery hit Xiaojun cheek with popcorn, “Dude, you’re immortal.”
Laughter escaped Ten’s lips and once again he realised they had already made up.
The bright side of having vampire boyfriends was that fights didn’t last more than a couple of hours. Having to deal with human companions, on the other hand…
Making up with Yangyang was more difficult than expected purely because Yangyang didn’t want to. He kept making himself scarce, to the point that even the vampires were starting to get concerned. Ten had never put so much effort into trying to convince an adult man to be reasonable since that time he was sixteen and dated some guy who was in college.
In the end, Ten had to take some extreme measures.
He barged into the bathroom without knocking.
“Yo, I’m pissing!” Yangyang exclaimed. When he turned his head and saw Ten standing in the doorway, colour drained from his face. The stream of piss hitting the porcelain of the toilet tapered. “...Ten, what the heck”
Ten smiled. A perverse feeling of contempt swirled in his gut at the sight of the deep flush appearing on Yangyang’s skin as soon as embarrassment overcame shock.
“This isn’t funny at all, man,” said Yangyang, tucking himself back into his pants and flushing the toilet. “I had my dick hanging out and all.”
Ten’s grin widened. “I’ve seen it before, don’t worry”
Yangyang didn’t meet his gaze while he washed his hands. His ears were crimson. “I’m finished now. Bathroom’s all yours, asshole.”
“I don’t need the bathroom, baby,” Ten crooned. “I need to have a word with you.”
Alarm and anger swirled on Yangyang’s face. “Couldn’t that wait until after I was finished pissing?”
Ten shook his head, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “I didn’t wanna risk you slipping through my fingers again like you’ve been doing the past week,” then, just to watch Yangyang get more startled, he added. “And you’re so cute when you’re just letting it go.”
Yangyang’s reaction didn’t disappoint. He tried to escape by squeezing past Ten through the doorway, but with no success. Ten didn’t budge.
“Ten c’mon, now’s not the right time.” He sounded vaguely close to the verge of tears. Ten wanted to eat him whole.
Ten clicked his tongue, “No do, baby. We’re gonna talk like grown-ups do now.”
Yangyang stepped back into the bathroom, muttering a poisonous whatever under his breath.
Ten closed the door behind himself. “You’ve been very hard to get a hold of, you know that?”
Yanyang clenched his teeth, refusing to meet Ten’s eyes. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t like having me around. So.”
Something cracked in Ten’s carefully crafted veneer. He was mean, but he wasn’t a bully. He sighed, “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been an asshole lately. I have no right to make you feel unwelcome.”
Yangyang’s eyebrows shot up as if he couldn’t believe his ears. He looked at Ten expectantly.
Ten swallowed a sour mouthful of his own pride and went on: “I don’t like this cold war between us, it’s petty and childish and we’re hurting each other and our partners. I realised that, as humans, we don’t have the luxury of eternity and yeah. That’s it.”
To Ten’s surprise, Yangyang cackled warmly. “Did you have a mid-life crisis, gege?”
“Shut up,” Ten mumbled, smacking Yangyang’s shoulder half heartedly. “Brat”
Yangyang’s expression sweetened and he slipped his arms around Ten’s waist. “You’re insufferable. But I accept your apology. And I’m sorry, too. For being a brat.”
Ten nipped at Yangyang’s jaw. “I like it when you’re a brat, though.” He whispered into Yangyang’s ear, making him shudder. He kissed down the slope of Yangyang’s neck, making him feel his blunt human teeth. “Can I suck your dick?”
With a sudden step back, Yangyang dislodged their embrace. “Now?” He asked, ears going back to scalding red.
Ten nodded, kneeling on the tiled floor. “Yeah, now.” He grabbed at Yangyang’s waistband, nosing his inner thigh.
Yangyang brought his hands down to cover his crotch. He was already getting hard, poor baby. “Gege. I’ve just pissed. It’s dirty.”
Ten smirked, peeling Yangyang’s sweatpants down, revelling at how little fight Yangyang put on. He palmed Yangyang’s erection through his underwear, making him squirm and gasp.
“Sweet boy, daddy’s been neglecting you too, right?”
Yangyang hissed out a trembling breath, his defences crumbling down in front of Ten’s eyes. He nodded, looking unbearably adorable.
“You must be so needy, aren’t you?” Ten leered, freeing Yangyang’s cock from his boxer briefs. “Let mommy take care of you.”
And when Yangyang came in no more than five minutes, Ten didn’t even mock him.
God, he truly was becoming soft.
To everyone’s relief, Ten and Yanguang buried the hatched and their little cold war ended.
Since he had finally allowed himself to do it, Ten realised that he loved being close with Yangyang. Cuddling on the couch and eating dinner together and making out lazily during movie night.
“I’m glad you’re on good terms now,” Xiaojun told them. “But you’re kinda gross now”
Ten detached himself from Yangyang’s lips and shivered when Yangyang looked up at him with doe eyes and a wet mouth. Why on Earth had Ten been denying himself that for so long?
“How’s the thing with your ex?” Ten asked, teasingly. Unbothered by the fact that he was about to reach second base with Yangyang in the middle of the kitchen while Xiaojun cooked lunch for them.
Xiaojun pouted. He liked to tease but didn’t enjoy getting teased back. Hypocrite.
“I don’t know what to tell you, really,” Xiaojun sighed, stirring the sauce he was making for the pasta. “He’s… different.”
“It’s been so long since you last spoke, it’s kinda understandable, even for a vampire,” it was difficult to be coherent when Yangyang had decided to turn his neck into a chew toy.
Xiaojun shrugged. Then he finally turned towards his human boyfriends and squealed. He threw a napkin at them, “You two are disgusting, get out of my kitchen!”
Yangyang laughed and sprinted out of the room, pulling Ten with him.
Being with Yangyang made Ten feel young and silly and unafraid and unashamed. It made him feel good.
Ten hated to admit when Kun was right.
“You were right,” he told Kun.
The smile he received was bedazzled by pearly white fangs. “I would’ve never believed that I would’ve lived long enough to hear you say those words.”
Ten rolled his eyes. “You’re being melodramatic”
“I’m a vampire, my love,” Kun bit back, caressing the apple of Ten’s cheek. “I’m bound to be melodramatic.”
Ten nuzzled into Kun’s big hand and bit the curve of his thumb. “You’re such a manipulative bitch, you know that? You’ve blue balled me for like a month just to prove your point.”
Kun left a trail of hot kisses along Ten’s jaw. “It worked, didn’t it?” He dragged his lips down Ten’s neck and murmured: “Though it doesn’t seem to me like your needs aren’t being satisfied right now.”
Ten pushed Kun away with a hand on his chest. “I’m very satisfied, actually.”
He got up from their bed and walked towards the bedroom door, leaving Kun alone and confused on the sheets. Before crossing the threshold, Ten turned towards Kun with a sneer, “I hope daddy’s not hungry, that would be too bad.”
Truth to be told, Ten found riling Kun up extremely entertaining. Partially because Kun was easy to tease, partially because Ten loved him seeing lose his cool.
The way Kun’s jaw clenched before Ten closed the bedroom door behind himself was enough to get Ten giddy. He felt like he was stroking the mellow tongue of a yawning beast, waiting for it to close its jaw and sink its teeth into his arm.
Ten spent the following days waiting for the other shoe to drop and when that didn’t happen, he decided that maybe the shoe needed a tiny nudge.
“Are you sure he won’t be mad?” Yangyang asked in a gasp, writhing on the sheets of the bedroom Ten shared with Kun. It wasn’t that nobody was allowed to sleep there, but since it was commonly referred to as the parents’ bedroom, it was a strange thing to do when both parents weren’t there.
Ten grinned when he lied, “Yeah baby, don’t worry.”
He kissed Yangyang’s lips, going back to playing with his nipples. Yangyang was so sensitive that it was easy to get him needy and pliant. Ten always had to put up a bit of a fight with Hendery and Xiaojun, but with Yangyang it was effortless. It got Ten’s head spinning.
“Gege,” Yangyang breathed, voice trembling and sweet. The perfect sacrificial lamb.
Ten crawled down Yangyang’s body, kissing his way on Yangyang’s happy trail. He sucked the soft skin of his navel, eliciting a whine.
The bedroom door opened while Ten was playing with the hem of Yangyang’s trousers, making Yangyang arch and moan even though he wasn’t even being touched yet.
Kun’s gaze was heavy on them and Ten’s skin covered in gooseflesh with anticipation.
It took Yangyang a bit longer to realise they were being watched. When he did, he gasped and rolled on the bed, away from Ten’s mean hands.
“Gege,” he said, ruefully hiding his face in the pillows. He was so red his skin was probably hitting boiling point. “Ten made me do it.”
Ten smiled. The cat got the cream. “I did, gege. I set him up.”
He grabbed Yangyang and turned him around so that he was facing Kun. He smeared Yangyang’s cheek with wet kisses, slipping a hand into his pants and palming his erection through his underwear.
Yangyang keened, weakly trying to push Ten away, barely putting any effort into it. He was probably putting on a show just as much as Ten.
Kun simply looked at them, but his eyes were hungry and wild like he was about to stalk the two of them into the woods and tear them apart.
Ten gripped the hair at the nape of Yangyang’s neck and pulled his head back, exposing the soft skin that adorned his neck.
It was already bruised with love bites that Ten didn’t even remember putting there. But then again maybe he hadn’t been the one to do so.
While keeping his gaze on Kun, Ten mouthed at Yangyang’s neck. “Isn’t daddy hungry?” He murmured, just loud enough to be heard over Yangyang’s heavy breathing. “I prepared him just for you.”
It was obvious that Kun was thorn by indecision: the hard set of his jaw, his fingers tightened in fists, the prideful lift of his chin.
Ten licked Yangyang’s Adam’s apple, wrapping a hand around his cock just to feel him squirm helplessly in his embrace. Kun’s lips twitched and Ten suppressed a smile.
To Ten’s surprise, it was Yangyang who delivered the final blow to Kun’s cracking self control.
“Daddy,” he sobbed. “Please.”
In the blink of an eye, Kun was on the bed, pulling Yangyang’s out of Ten’s arms and cradling him possessively to his own chest. The look he spared Ten was enough to make Ten’s cock twitch.
“Have you eaten today?” Kun asked, pressing his lips to the crown of Yangyang’s head protectively. His hands were ravaging Yangyang’s body so keenly that Ten wondered how long it had been since they had last touched each other.
Yangyang was already limp and nonverbal, quiet and easy like he got only when he was in Kun’s embrace.
“Answer to me, sweet boy,” Kun urged, voice sweet but firm. It was incredible how careful and attentive he managed to be even when pained with hunger. When he had to feed a bit more intensively than usual, he always made sure that they’d eaten enough beforehand not to drop unconscious at his feet when he was finished.
Yangyang nodded breathlessly, “Yes, sire, I-”
Kun bit into his neck with such vehemence that some blood dribbled down Yangyang’s collarbones. Ten moaned.
Messy had never been something Kun could be even remotely described as. The way he was gripping Yangyang’s slack body and feeding sloppily was completely unlike himself. Ten pressed his groin against the bed, feeling a wet spot forming on the fabric already.
When Kun detached himself from Yangyang after a few haphazard gulps, the whole bottom part of his face was smeared in red splotched. For the first time Ten realised that timid, orderly Kun could be scary. That he wasn’t a house broken pet, but a rabid animal.
Kun pet Yangyang’s head sluggishly, eyes dark and unfocused. “Are you alright, my child?”
By the looks of it, Yangyang had come untouched, underwear stained with his release. He yawned, rubbing his face on Kun’s chest like a cat. “Yeah. Thank you.”
Once he had carefully laid Yangyang on the bed, muddling the sheets with blood, Kun turned towards Ten.
“I can’t tell if you’re dangerously stupid or if you enjoy playing stupid games,” he drawled, voice low and insulting in a way Ten had never heard before. Kun wasn’t supposed to be mean, that was Ten’s job.
Ten smiled, “I enjoy winning stupid prizes.”
Amusement glinted in Kun’s eyes but Ten felt like a deer struck in the headlights, unable to run away from the unknown machine hurtling towards him. His heart beated in his chest like it too was endangered prey stuck in the cage of his ribs. His dick was so hard it was weeping.
Kun didn’t bother to spare Ten the same courtesy he offered Yangyang and bit straight into the side of his neck. Kun knew that Ten was smart enough not to tease a vampire while on an empty stomach. In a way, Ten thought it was flattering.
When Kun’s fangs pierced into his skin, Ten whimpered, clawing at Kun’s hair to keep him close. Kun grabbed his waist, forcing a thigh between Ten’s legs to press on his crotch punishingly. Ten sobbed.
Pain merged into pleasure in an excruciatingly sweet process that made Ten’s mouth go slack. He felt a hand caressing his tummy and, with clouded vision and unfocused eyes, he realised it was Yangyang’s.
A few moments later, Kun detached himself from Ten’s neck. If possible, he looked even messier than before. He started licking at the blood smeared on Ten’s neck, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He was heavy, bloated, slow. Exactly how Ten wanted him.
As far as Ten knew, Kun had never indulged in feeding as much as he’d just did. His eyelids were droopy and, while he cleaned up the side of Ten’s neck, he was more animalistic than usual, as if he was absentmindedly following an urge.
Ten pet his hair, revelling in how pliant he was.
“Is daddy full now?” Ten whispered, gasping softly when Yangyang’s fingers dipped past the waistband of his pants. Feeling someone finally touch his dick felt heavenly, but he didn’t want to come yet. He swatted Yangyang’s hand away softly.
Kun mumbled something in assent, voice rumbling and tongue heavy. His head was lying on Ten’s chest, body lax where it draped on Ten’s and legs.
When Ten looked back up at him, Yangyang was just as fucked up as Kun, with his dirty underwear still on and the side of neck covered in rapidly drying blood. His hair was fuzzy and his shirt stained red. He was Ten’s prettiest lamb.
Ten reached for him, merging their mouths in a searing kiss. The drag of Yangyang’s tongue fucking between his lips was so delicious that Ten almost lost himself in it. But he had a plan to carry out.
“Yangyang, baby, could you pass me the lube?” He said, voice honey sweet and dripping.
Yangyang obeyed, tame and soft as he tended to be after he came.
“Kun, are you still with us, sweetie?” Ten whispered, combing Kun’s hair out of his face.
Kun looked up at him, lovestruck and dopey. “Yes, my love.”
Ten smiled, incredibly fond. He bent down and kissed the shell of Kun’s ear, then he whispered, “Can I fuck you?”
Even under the blood that covered it, Ten could tell that Kun’s face reddened. His fingers dug into Ten’s thighs and he exhaled a trembling breath. He nodded. Ten’s heart soared.
They didn’t do that often, because they were both control freaks and when the roles were reversed and it was Ten who fucked Kun, they both got mindless and stupid and vulnerable. But Ten had missed Kun so much, he wanted to give him his most unshielded self. He was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.
Kun rolled on his side and Ten laid down beside him, watching while he and Yangyang kissed. For the first time it looked like Yangyang was in control, divesting Kun from his sweat-through shirt, while Kun could do nothing more but paw uselessly at Yangyang’s shoulders.
And then Kun was stark naked, squished between Ten and Yangyang, who were almost completely clothed still. It was hot, like they were the ones about to eat Kun alive and not the other way around.
Ten coated his fingers in lube and nipped at Kun’s shoulder fondly, “Are you ready, sweetie?”
Kun nodded, slightly frantic.
Ten rubbed the pads of his wet fingers on Kun’s hole, teasing just to hear Kun’s gasps and small moans. He was always so quiet during sex, it made Ten pout.
Yangyang looked at them with rapt wonder. He bent down to kiss Kun's chest, suckling at his pecs like a newborn kitten.
“Doing so good,” Ten praised, using his free hand to rub at Kun’s full tummy, making sure to stay away from his cock, which was pathetically wet and weeping.
Kun grabbed at Yangyang’s slender arms, fangs glinting in his wet mouth, “More, please, my love,”
And what could Ten do if not comply?
He inserted two fingers and felt Kun clenching immediately. It was comprehensible, they hadn’t done that in quite a while.
“Babe, you gotta relax,” he murmured into Kun’s ear, planting a wet smooch on his cheek.
Kun clenched his teeth, whining, “I am.”
A sigh escaped Ten lips, he caressed Kun’s bicep soothingly.
As soon as he accepted that it was going to take a while, Yangyang looked at him with a mischievous grin in his eyes that promised no good.
“Daddy,” he whispered into Kun’s ear, making him shudder bodily. “Let mommy fuck you,”
Kun nodded, spreading his legs as much as he could while still laying on his side. His eyes looked more bright and awake, he wasn’t as limp as a puppet anymore.
Yangyang put his thumb on Kun’s chin, making him drop his lips open. Then he put his thumb into Kun’s mouth, inspecting his fangs.
Right under Ten’s gaze, Yangyang rubbed the pad of his finger against the sharp side of Kun’s canines. Blood bloomed on his thumb and he rubbed it against Kun’s gums like curative ointment.
Kun’s pupils dilated rapidly and his eyes crossed. He moaned, hips fucking back against Ten’s fingers. All of his muscles relaxed at once and his dick oozed out thick precome right against Yangyang’s tummy.
“That’s it, daddy,” Yangyang muttered, pushing his finger against Kun’s fat tongue and smearing it with blood. “Swallow.”
Kun obeyed.
“Fuck,” Ten whispered, cock so hard it hurt. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot.”
A smirk appeared on Yangyang’s face, before getting overshadowed by want. “Mommy, I think you should put it in,”
Ten was fucking Kun with three fingers and so much lube that it dripped all over their thighs, but it wasn’t enough, not yet, at least.
“My love,” Kun sobbed, as high strung as a violin chord. “Please, give it to me.”
Ten pushed the head of his cock in Kun’s hole, then stopped because he was already panting. It had been so long since he’d taken Kun like that.
“Don’t stop,” Kun’s voice sounded like it was being pushed straight out of his chest. He was warm and solid and loose.
The blood on his chin and cheeks had dried, but his mouth was wet and glistening with spit and whatever Yangyang had rubbed into his mouth to make him go lax like a doll.
Ten went back at thrusting his hips, whining like he was the one getting fucked.
Yangyang’s fingers made their way into Kun’s hair, forcing his droopy eyes to focus, “You’re taking mommy’s cock so good,” he said, soft and mean and sultry.
Kun moaned and Ten followed suitly. They were both getting useless so fast. Soon Ten was going to get uncoordinated and sloppy, but he was trying to hold on as long as possible.
“Daddy,” Ten gasped, feeling Kun clench around his cock. “So good to me. I’m the only one who gets you like this.”
Kun nodded frantically, voice warbled as he tries to speak, but Yangyang’s fingers were back into his mouth, fucking blood right down his throat. Kun came with a muffled wail, spurting cum all over Yangyang's waist.
“Fuck,” Yangyang muttered, looking down at the mess on his abdomen. His cock was hard already.
Ten did his best to keep his movements steady, drinking in Kun’s overstimulated whines and kissing all over the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders. “Next time I’m gonna let our baby fuck you full,”
Yangyang’s reaction was immediate: he got his cock out of his dirty underwear and started to sloppily jerk off. “Please, mommy, want it,”
Ten smirked, rubbing the underside of Kun’s stomach. “You’re gonna feel him all the way in here,”
Kun nodded nonsensically, “Cum inside, Ten, my love, let me have it.”
It was easy for Ten to obey. He felt his cock twitch as it squirted into Kun, who sighed as if he could actually feel it.
When Ten was spent and exhausted and cuddly, Yangyang was still desperately trying to get off.
“Yangyang, baby boy,” Ten hummed, slipping out of Kun’s hole and snuggling fully against his back, nevermind the mess. “Mommy and daddy showed you how it’s done, aren’t you glad?”
Yangyang whimpered and nodded, squeezing his eyes closed.
Kun’s hand came up to cradle his cheek, forcing his eyes open. “Be a good boy, cum for daddy,”
Yangyang stumbled right into his orgasm, whining like a dog. He caught most of it into his hand, already spent after his earlier orgasm.
“God, we’re gross,” Yangyang wheezed. He was flushed all over, soft and boyish in a way that made Ten wish he could get hard again.
“Wanna shower with me?” Ten asked, eyebrow arched.
Kun hit his arm softly. “No shower together, you two. You’re gonna fuck again and the water’s gonna be cold by the time I get to get in.”
Ten smirked, “Don’t be silly, you can hop in with us.”
Kun sighed in disbelief, while Yangyang giggled.
“No more sex for me,” Kun lamented, stretching to pop his old man joints. “For at least a week. You’re a pair of brutes.”
Ten laughed earthly. “As you wish, my sire.”
“Dibs on the shower!” Yangyang exclaimed, hopping out of the bed and strolling towards the door.
“How is he always so full of energy,” Kun muttered, with a tinge of jealousy.
Ten shrugged dramatically, “This is what we get for being cougars.”
After having cleaned themselves and the room, they went back to the living room, where Xiaojun and Hendery were sitting around the coffee table, talking to a man with black hair that curled delicately around his ears.
All it took was one look and Ten was sure he wasn’t human.
“Oh,” Yangyang exclaimed, not used to seeing strangers in their house. “Are you Winwin?”
The man looked surprised. He gazed at Xiaojun, who smiled guiltily. He sighed in such an exasperated way that made Ten realise he would fit right in into their coven.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” he said, gifting the three of them a small, precious smile.
Winwin was strikingly beautiful in a way all vampires were, inhuman and feral, features sculpted in undying matter. His eyebrows were squared and regal, the straight slope of his nose sweetened into soft lips. He held out his hand towards Ten and said, “You must be Ten, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Ten licked his lips, a wide grin creeping on his face, “Pleasure’s all mine.”