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“M’sorry…” Jun mumbles pitifully against his skin. The cuteness of it is deceptive, but Seungcheol finds himself falling for it anyways. Jun’s hands slightly tremble in where they’re placed, one combed into Seungcheol’s hair and the other on his waist to hold him in place. His fingers dig slightly into Seungcheol’s skin and his fingers tighten their grip on the strands. With a gentle tap from him, they relax just slightly.
Seungcheol has gone without a shirt this time, with his last one having been ruined and stained by Jun’s tendencies last feeding. Jun himself has stubbornly put on a black shirt, almost in protest to Seungcheol’s warning him about bloodstains. Jun mumbles again, self-pity radiating off of him along with just a small amount of embarrassment as he fails to latch onto Seungcheol’s neck.
Rather than answering, Seungcheol just continues to pet Jun’s head softly. Seungcheol keeps his mouth tightly closed, swallowing down any urge to whimper as Jun’s fangs sink into another part of his neck with restrained desperation. His neck is burning, tiny wounds littered over it from Jun’s other attempts at latching. Seungcheol’s skin feels hot and cold at the same time, sticky blood cooling and clotting across his skin in what must be a mess. He shifts slightly, repositioning himself on Jun’s lap as Jun presses closer into his neck.
There’s something immediately different with this attempt, and Seungcheol sighs with a strange feeling of relief when he feels Jun swallow. Again, Seungcheol’s neck is overwhelmingly hot as he feels blood flow out at ease. Jun makes a sort of purring sound, a pleased humming from him accompanied with renewed desperation as he manages to finally get a full gulp of blood down.
“You found it, right–?” Seungcheol cuts off with a gasp as Jun tenses his jaw and unintentionally bites down harder in response to blood escaping and wastefully dripping down his neck instead of down Jun’s throat.
Seungcheol’s eyes squeeze shut and his arms around Jun’s shoulders freeze up as Jun mindlessly feeds off of him. Oddly, it quickly begins to lessen in pain even as Jun moves his hand from Seungcheol’s waist to his neck to shakily and sloppily palm over the dripping blood over his neck and the connected shoulder. The crick in Seungcheol’s neck disappears as if experiencing a form of acupuncture despite the position Jun’s handling forces him into.
Jun’s breathing is heavy and loud despite his mouth being enclosed around him. He exhales through his nose and he tries to make a noise symbolizing thanks with the back of his throat. It rumbles out into Seungcheol’s body, and he shivers as the sound comes out high-pitched and intensely grateful against his skin.
Sensitivity finally returns to his fingers and Seungcheol forces them to go back to petting the back of Jun’s hair. He does his best to soothe the vampire despite the lightheadedness that begins to fade the edges of Seungcheol’s vision. There’s a questioning hum that thrums from Jun, and Seungcheol gulps himself.
“It’s okay, I feel alright. You’re doing good, Junnie,” Seungcheol whispers assuringly. He forces his head to relax, an action he keeps having to remind himself to do over and over again while in Jun’s grasp. At this point, it comes much easier. His head feels heavy but supported by Jun’s hold.
It goes on like this for however long Jun needs. As time goes by, Seungcheol’s arms lose tension and strength and fall either to his side or sleepily over Jun’s shoulder. Jun rocks them slightly, contentment buzzing through him as he lazily siphons much-needed blood.
Seungcheol breathes in and out evenly, only moving or making noises when Jun’s tongue presses flat against his skin despite still being latched on. It feels almost inappropriate, Jun using his tongue in a kind of massaging motion as if he can encourage blood to come out in thicker floods.
As soon as Seungcheol starts hearing a ringing in his ears, a belated sense of self-preservation fills him and he quickly expends energy into tapping the back of Jun’s neck rapidly. It takes a long second before Jun finally detaches and releases Seungcheol from the bite. Seungcheol becomes suddenly aware of how fast his heart is beating, and he does his best to reassure Jun that he’s fine.
Jun licks over Seungcheol’s skin at a languid pace, his tongue lapping over the clotted and syrupy blood gathered over the other semi-dried wounds over his neck. Seungcheol likens it to a cat grooming another. Still, that imagery is overshadowed slightly when Jun naturally opens his mouth wider and begins to close over another part of his neck.
Quickly, Seungcheol threads his fingers through the hair on the back of Jun’s head and pulls at them in light warning. Jun submits remarkably fast, and he ends up silently going back to cleaning up the blood with his tongue.
“Are you full now?” Seungcheol asks carefully, affectionately. He sinks forward against Jun and cuddles up against him as Jun tilts his head back over the back of the lounge chair they’ve been sharing.
“Mhm,” Jun answers, licking over his lips. Seungcheol is finally able to get a good look at him. He’s then somewhat stunned to see red smeared and flaked all around Jun’s mouth and down his chin, jaw, and neck. Jun looks a little dazed, his cheeks are flushed and his Adam's apple bobs back and forth as he continuously swallows down saliva and air himself.
Seungcheol’s ears go red and he hides his face into the cushion next to Jun’s neck. Jun’s arms go around his waist and hold him tightly, simultaneously pulling him closer and pressing his bottom down impossibly heavier into his lap.
“Thank you Seungcheolie~” Jun says, shamelessly spoiled. He grins, and with his hands sinking down Seungcheol’s back, he dips blood-stained fingers under the banding of Seungcheol’s boxers.
Seungcheol just sighs in exasperation, though the action is ultimately hypocritical he starts tugging and pulling at Jun’s shirt with the intention of getting it off. His neck continues to burn warmly with the marks Jun has possessively left all over it. Seungcheol wants to mark him in return.