[If anyone's taking too long, it's the guy who wants to come, right? Charlie doesn't verbalize his argument, a testament to how distracted by his imminent bite he'd been. Banter is a love language for him - and it can be a language of infatuation, too.
But blood is his life, and this boy's vitae tastes exquisite. Bakugo's perpetual anger gives it warmth, and his current pleasure laces the flavor filling his mouth with a sweet fullness he's becoming accustomed to at the Casino. His shoulders shudder as his partner climaxes; he doesn't notice it either.
Charlie's hand continues to work along Bakugo's cock, coaxing every last bit of seed and pleasure from him and then some as he continues to drink. When he feels the body beneath him nearly swoon he steadies him with a tight grip on the hip.
(An entirely different temptation. No taste can compare to the satisfaction of fully draining someone. Charlie is in no danger of surrendering to this impulse - but it's there.)
He tilts his head away, licking the blood from red-stained lips before running his darkened tongue over the wound to close it. Water trails along their bodies, washing all evidence away. Convenient.
And yet-
Charlie reels back, his previously anchoring hold released to push Bakugo away with a shove between his shoulder blades.] What the fuck are you talking about!?
You never got bitten while getting fucked before?? [Incredulity, feigned but very adeptly so. Remaining unknown as a vampire is most common - and enforced - survival strategy.]
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But blood is his life, and this boy's vitae tastes exquisite. Bakugo's perpetual anger gives it warmth, and his current pleasure laces the flavor filling his mouth with a sweet fullness he's becoming accustomed to at the Casino. His shoulders shudder as his partner climaxes; he doesn't notice it either.
Charlie's hand continues to work along Bakugo's cock, coaxing every last bit of seed and pleasure from him and then some as he continues to drink. When he feels the body beneath him nearly swoon he steadies him with a tight grip on the hip.
(An entirely different temptation. No taste can compare to the satisfaction of fully draining someone. Charlie is in no danger of surrendering to this impulse - but it's there.)
He tilts his head away, licking the blood from red-stained lips before running his darkened tongue over the wound to close it. Water trails along their bodies, washing all evidence away. Convenient.
And yet-
Charlie reels back, his previously anchoring hold released to push Bakugo away with a shove between his shoulder blades.] What the fuck are you talking about!?
You never got bitten while getting fucked before?? [Incredulity, feigned but very adeptly so. Remaining unknown as a vampire is most common - and enforced - survival strategy.]