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A hand appeared on his shoulder. Small but strong, pulling him back into a familiar lithe body.
“Leaving already?” Hongjoong asked. His hand quickly moved to Yeosang’s other shoulder in what would be a friendly hug if it wasn’t for the strength with which it latched in there for a moment. “You can’t leave.”
Yeosang schooled his face into a neutral expression to hide how under that firm hand his shoulders drooped and knees threatened to buckle.
“You're going to leave like this. Just leave us here?” Mingi asked, coming closer as well. “We barely saw you and now you are leaving? Without saying hello.”
“Ah, well, hello,” Yeosang mumbled quietly, well aware of the many eyes around them, focusing on the commotion: “I need to go now but we can meet up sometime later?”
He meant it like in an hour later, back at their den but that was not the answer they were looking for, considering the way they crowded tighter around him.
Mingi looked back at Hongjoong and got a head shake. Yeosang was actually confused now. He kept trying to get away, not putting real effort into it but still making his intentions clear. He was so hungry, he needed to leave before he would do something stupid, like launch at their necks and give them away. How did Hongjoong not understand it?
“No, that won’t work,” Hongjoong sing-songed, still grabbing onto him. “You can’t leave, no-no, can’t leave, nope.”
He kept repeating it in the most obnoxious tone.
Yeosang blinked at him, completely lost.
They went to such lengths trying to hide their relationship from the council. A pack of werewolves adopting two vampires, mating with them. They would be considered abominations on both sides. The danger was real enough that they went no contact for weeks before this convocation. He didn’t take a single thing from home with him so the smell wouldn’t linger. He didn’t have a drop of their blood in his system anymore. Yeosang sustained himself on animals this whole time. Inadequate substitution as it was, the idea of drinking from someone else was mildly nauseating. He knew Seonghwa had it even worse.
All of that just to avoid the suspicion. And now they were covertly but still pretty boldly scenting him right in the main corridor of the High court? All manner of creatures were strolling by or congregating in the shadowy corners. Glasses full of red liquids and masks upon masks poorly concealing their ravenous craving for some novelty.
Yeosang saw San and Yunho pass by on their own way out, blending in with a large group of young loud dokkaebi.
San gave the three of them a longing look but Yunho frowned and shook his head.
Hongjoong repeated with more gusto, pushing him at Mingi: “You can’t leave.”
Mingi took the opportunity to rub against his entire flank, making Yeosang’s cold skin tingle with his body heat.
“How can we let you leave to be snatched by someone else outside, such a delicious lonely prey.”
Oh. It finally started clicking for him what they were doing.
Yeosang didn’t exactly think of himself as defenseless. He might be young in vampire terms but he had pretty good control over his powers and a ferociously protective sire and a whole pack of werewolves as his mates.
But they were on dangerous grounds and technically right now he was alone.
Seonghwa left the moment convocation ended. When Yeosang looked up, Jongho’s private loge, that he had to occupy because of his birthright, even if that meant staying away from his pack, was empty as well.
Jongho was the only one who could take the brunt of a hungry Seonghwa and walk away on his own from it. Still it had to hurt Hongjoong to not be there right after, they were a bonded pair after all.
And yet he stayed behind to make sure that Yeosang was safe. So foolishly noble and caring.
Yeosang wasn’t good at double speak and subtle hints so he attempted to lightly shove both of them in the direction of exit: “Let’s go together then?”
He could have been pushing at the walls with the same result. Both of them huffed at him, as if he was unreasonable and herded him in the opposite direction. Their hands were not particularly light or careful, tossing him back and forth like a ragdoll, until they reached one of the many doors half hidden by the heavy red drapery.
Clearly they were not inclined to escort him out and Yeosang had no idea about any alternatives. They couldn’t really hide in the closet until dawn.
It wasn’t a closet but a mostly empty room, decorated like the rest of the place: dark wood and dim red lights. The door shut with a click but there was no key in the big ornate key hole, granting them mostly symbolic privacy.
Yeosang expected them to step back but the opposite has happened. Hongjoong got all in his face, his eyes shining with a manic glint.
This whole thing was some elaborate plan for his protection but he clearly wasn’t the only one missing them. Hongjoong rarely got so out of it in public.
Yeosang wondered if Mingi stayed behind to keep him from doing something stupid but then Mingi started humping him.
“You are too clean, we need to mark you up,” he rumbled, smooshing his whole face on the side of Yeosang’s neck, voice so low it was hard to make out separate words.
“We can call a car and–?”
Mingi growled at the mere suggestion of stopping and then Yeosang finally realized what was actually happening. He meant it. They won’t let him go outside unmarked.
And wasn’t it ironic that presenting the truth: a wholesome pack with strong bonds, would make them targets but two werewolves cornering and assaulting a lone vampire was perfectly fine and even encouraged. Shouldn’t have been alone, should have joined a coven. That’s what happens to those who try to exist outside the system. Suddenly all the leers and winks and hungry stares from the crowd in the corridor made much more sense to him. So did the behavior of his packmates.
Yeosang took a moment to really consider it. He knew that if he really really insisted on leaving now, they would agree, come with him, fight through anyone that stood in their way if necessary. It might give a wrong impression. Or, well… right impression. But still, they would, if he really didn’t want to carry out this charade, they would.
That knowledge was really all that mattered to him at the moment.
Mingi was still scenting his neck, tugging the collar of the shirt further and further to the side, until it slid down one shoulder, revealing his tattoo. Mingi licked a long strip over its entire length. Yeosang shuddered. That’s what took it in the end. He wanted them just as badly after all.
“But my sire will be looking for me, you have to let me go,” Yeosang said loud and high pitched enough so his voice would carry outside the door. Making a last effort to sell the being scared part because he knew that soon he would only be able to let out moans.
He also arched back against Mingi, giving him more access to his neck.
“Oh, we will, sweet thing,” Hongjoong murmured. “We won’t keep you too long. Let’s do this quickly so he won’t worry.”
“Do what?” Yeosang asked, pouting innocently.
He was playing it up but also he WAS wondering how far they planned to take it.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about it,“ Hongjoong said dismissively but then he planted a short sweet kiss to the corner of his lips and the patronizing tone couldn’t hide the sweetness and care in his face.
“Okay,“ Yeosang said and he meant it, his full trust in them.
“How are you so—“ Hongjoong muttered as if annoyed but the flush high on his cheeks was enough to signal that it was nothing bad.
He tugged Yeosang out of Mingi’s grasp, ignoring the low grumbling, and spun him around to the center of the room.
There wasn’t much there, just a big leather sofa with a slightly raised podium in front of it. A room for private shows? Yeosang felt shivers down his spine. It wasn’t the time or the place but the idea of standing there, performing for them, separated by distance but united by intent, caressed by looks alone, it made his head swim.
Hongjoong pushed him away from the podium and closer to the sofa, tugging at the collar of a shirt still covering one shoulder, baring both, letting the shirt pool around his chest. Hongjoong hummed appreciatively.
Yeosang made an effort to flex his muscles a little. He wasn’t quite as toned as he liked to be, after weeks of no proper feeding but Hongjoong didn’t seem to mind, circling around him, squeezing here and there. Making Yeosang feel like the most delicious piece of meat.
The feeling only intensified when Hongjoong crowded him from behind and placed a series of bites up his shoulder, gently for now but the lingering pressure of his teeth carried a promise for more.
His nature made him a predator but Yeosang liked feeling teeth on his skin, IN his skin, more than he ever craved biting. To bite others was about feeding for him, the intimacy of sharing life. Treasured and sacred for sure but to be bitten was to be claimed and owned, it was about lust. He could never get enough.
Hongjoong swung both of them to face Mingi, who was staring at them with a feverish focus.
Peeking at Mingi over the shoulder he was still nibbling on, Hongjoong whined: “Too much clothes.”
Mingi hurried to tug his long coat off, dropping it on the floor, his shirt already unbuttoned almost all the way down.
“Nice,” Hongjoong chuckled: “But I meant him.”
“Oh, right,” Mingi nodded and sauntered closer to them.
Yeosang’s breath hitched when after a moment of consideration Mingi knelt down. He reached for one of Yeosang’s legs and guided it to step on his thick thigh, tugging the zip on the shoe down and taking it off, briefly squeezing his ankle before taking the sock off as well.
Mingi repeated it with his other leg. He wasn’t slow but still moved with more reverence than Yeosang expected, considering the feverish start to their affair. He honestly thought they would push him into some alcove and try to get off as soon as possible.
Mingi glided his hands up his legs but the way he tugged at the button and zipper there with some impatience was more like what he expected. The pants went down together with underwear in one smooth motion. Yeosang licked his dry lips, he was completely nude waist down. Not exactly in public but close enough and they all knew it.
Mingi reached to take off his cummerbund but Hongjoong hissed at him: “Leave it!”
Mingi huffed but obediently stopped before standing back up: “How do we–?”
“Did you get the lube?”
Mingi nodded and dashed back to the long coat he dropped on the floor to rummage through the pockets. Yeosang couldn’t believe he didn’t notice them bulging before, the bottle of wine he took out wasn’t exactly small.
Hongjoong looked at him with disapproval.
“You said you took care of it.”
“There wasn’t anything better,” Mingi shrugged but he looked at the bottle with clear doubt as well.
Yeosang was not sure what to feel. The idea felt decadent and slightly antisanitary but it’s not like he couldn’t metabolize it safely.
“You ran your mouth again, I see. Well we will have a better use for it then.”
Hongjoong looked around, he pushed Yeosang into Mingi’s hands while he dropped on the couch and patted the leather surface next to him. “C’mer, ass up, Mingi will take care of it.”
Mingi looked like he wanted to protest but ultimately he shrugged and nodded: “Yeah, yeah I will.”
Yeosang went on all fours on the sofa, not sure at first if that was the best position. But then Hongjoong grabbed him by the nape and pushed him down, arranging him to rest his head on his lap.
Mingi’s hands went up and down his thighs before cupping his ass and spreading it wide. He dived in like he was the one starving. It felt almost as if he transformed into his wolf form. The wide insistent licks and saliva pouring all over, dripping down Yeosang’s thighs.
Yeosang let out a moan and then slapped a hand across his mouth to hold in the rest, in that moment painfully aware of how many creatures behind that door had supernatural hearing.
Hongjoong tsked at him and batted his hand away, because well, that was kind of the entire point. Right.
No one could harbor any doubts about what was happening in this room when it echoed the wet slurps and the creak of leather when he adjusted his knees to let them splay wider.
Hongjoong cradled Yeosang’s head on his lap and gently fiddleded with his hair, providing a wild contrast to what Mingi was doing with his tongue.
But Hongjoong tended to get bored of being a spectator for too long. Soon enough his hand became a loose fist in Yeosang’s hair, pushing him closer to where he was straining against his slacks. The hot line of his dick rubbed against Yeosang’s cheek through the thin material. It was throbbing with desire, with blood.
“Ah, hyung, I can’t,” Yeosang exclaimed panicked, trying to move away but neither Hongjoong nor Mingi let him go too far. “I’m too hungry.”
Hongjoong giggled at him. He didn’t release his hair, seemingly unbothered by having a starving vampire so close to his crotch. Hongjoong used his grip to guide him up, so he could see his face and tugged at Yeosang’s upper lip with his other hand, baring his fangs. They dropped all the way down the moment Mingi touched his hole.
Hongjoong dragged a tip of his finger against a sharp point but not hard enough to cut skin.
“Look at you, teething like a fledgling. Baby got all excited? How hungry are you? Can you even get hard?”
Not pausing his enthusiastic licking, Mingi reached between Yeosang’s thighs to palm at the half-hard dick there. Yeosang squeaked at the sudden stimulation. He was sensitive even if it wasn’t fully hard. He wasn’t sure he could get there even if the entirety of his remaining blood was pooled there.
Hongjoong patted his own lips, humming and pondering out loud: “Do we want you hungry and desperate or drunk on blood and debauched, hm?”
“Drunk on blood!” Mingi said excitedly.
Hongjoong gave him an amused little smile: “It’s cute that you think you get a say.”
Yeosang looked back at Mingi and had to stifle an urge to giggle at the comically betrayed expression on his face.
Hongjoong continued, the corner of his lips curling up-up-up until his smile transformed into a taunt: “Did you finish the prep or?”
“No,“ Mingi muttered sulkily and stuck two fingers in his own mouth.
Yeosang almost expected him to pull out just the middle finger. That was definitely something Wooyoung would do. But Mingi had his own ways. The longer he went about working his mouth around his digits, hooded eyes starting with intensity, rings clacking against teeth, saliva dripping down his hand, the more dazed Hongjoong looked and honestly that was probably a better way to get back at him.
Hongjoong took a long breath, cleared his throat and decisively turned back to Yeosang.
“You DO have a say, though,” he said, his voice imperceptibly softer. And then back to a fake petulant drawl: “Maybe. If I feel like it.“
It wasn’t hard to tell which parts he meant and which were just for the show.
It still didn’t help him coming up with an answer. He was hungry and it was only getting worse the more turned on they got. He could hear the rush of blood in Hongjoong’s femoral artery. Every other time he blinked Yeosang got a flash of Hongjoong’s circulatory system without even trying to activate his sight. Like it wasn’t even Hongjoong so close to him but a tangled web of vessels, calling out for him.
But also he liked their play. All the nerves from before were long gone, he was keyed up and excited and wanted to feel them, wanted them to touch him, to fuck him and he knew damn well that if he started feeding all other sensations will be eclipsed by it.
Mingi must have finally decided that his fingers were wet enough. He took a second to remove his rings, hard ornate metal pieces dropping on the sofa, sinking in the dips of it, distracting Yeosang momentarily in his attempts to count just how many were there. Leaving him unprepared for the firm touch rubbing over his hole, making Yeosang shudder and try to look back at him but Hongjoong tightened a fist in his hair to keep him exactly as he was.
“I don’t know,“ Yeosang admitted, realizing that he still hasn't given him an answer. “I want—”
Yeosang trailed off because there were so many things he wanted at the moment. For one, he wanted Mingi to stop rubbing his fingers and plunge them in but before he could even voice his complaint that exact thing happened and Yeosang opened his mouth in a gasp.
Hongjoong let go of his hair in order to trace his fingers down his neck and kneed at the tense muscles there.
“It’s up to me then,” he murmured pleased.
Yeosang was afraid that Mingi would be teasing him but when he got a task, he committed to it. He wasn’t particularly fast or rough but his fingers were long and skilled. He spread them deep inside, then massaged just the tight circle of muscle at the entrance, glided over the prostate every other move but didn’t really stop to focus on it.
Saliva wasn’t that great of a lubricant, even from a werewolf. Soon enough it dried up, making the drag of skin rougher. Yeosang didn’t mind a little roughness, honestly he didn’t think he needed prep at all, he could take whatever they wanted to give him and when he eventually got blood his body would repair whatever damage was done.
Apparently Mingi cared and when he noticed the drag he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, spread them and spit at his hole, missing it a little by the way Yeosang could feel it drip down his perineum.
Yeosang felt his shoulders rising and face tingling all over from the urge to blush but inability to do so. Somehow even getting eaten out felt less dirty than that. He buried his head in Hongjoong’s chest, letting out a high pitched whine.
Mingi didn’t let the moisture go to waste, picking it up by his fingers and stuffing it in, going faster and harder with a newly added ease of a glide.
Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut and tried breathing through his mouth but that close it didn’t make much difference, he was surrounded by Hongjoong his blood was right there.
When Mingi started actually paying some attention to his prostate, rubbing it gently at first but then more insistently over an over, Yeosang’s body moved almost against his will away from him, the pleasure too intense and overwhelming, his still not even fully half-hard dick aching with a strain to raise up.
Yeosang moved further and further until he was almost in Hongjoong’s lap, rubbing his face up his chest, licking the fabric of his shirt in search of a sliver of some skin. When his mindless rutting got him almost at Hongjoong’s neck the hand returned to his hair and tugged him away.
“No-no, later,” Hongjoong said softly even though his grip was firm, “if you deserve it.”
His voice was lower and breathier than before and he was chewing at his lower lip non-stop. Yeosang wanted to chew his lip so badly he could cry.
“Mingi,” Hongjoong said, his face arranged in a smile but looking threatening instead, “stop watching your fingers and start working them. How long does it take to get someone ready?”
“Oh, he is ready. Been for a while I think.”
Hongjoong’s stare was downright murderous but he didn’t say anything else which was the real testament of just how impatient he really was.
Next thing Yeosang knew he was lifted and tugged and rearranged, like a doll until he was on Hongjoong’s lap, facing away from him, away from the siren call of his overflowing arteries.
Mingi kneeled before both of them, slapping Yeosang’s thighs to make him stand up a bit and let him reach and tug down Hongjoong’s fly. He didn’t bother with taking the pants and underwear down more than was necessary to get his dick out. Mingi ducked to get it into his mouth, get it wet, Yeosang belatedly realized as he leaned all the way back, slumping over Hongjoong to give more space. Still they were so close that Mingi’s nose was rubbing deliciously against his balls.
Soon enough Hongjoong was hissing and pushing him away and Mingi dutifully let him go with a wet loud pop.
And then finally Hongjoong slid inside. Both of them moaned.
“Now show me if you deserve my blood,” Hongjoong said, giving him a light spank and dragging his fingers across his ass.
Obviously it was not about that, Yeosang knew as much. But it still got him going to imagine that it was. That he was a starved lonely vampire, ready to do anything to feed. Taken advantage of.
“Please,” he moaned, working himself on Hongjoong’s dick. “Ah. I’m so hungry, I would do anything.”
“Fuck,” Mingi cursed. He had his hand around his dick, jacking furiously.
Yeosang knew that he didn’t have much stamina to move, already getting lightheaded. So he made an effort to give it his best while he could, grinding down hard, working his thighs and arching his back.
Hongjoong's hands rested on his waist, not helping him move in the slightest, just digging into the fabric. If anything, he was messing up the tempo, especially when he leaned forward and suckled at Yeosang’s earlobe.
Yeosang bit through his own lip, there was barely any blood but still the taste made him keen and his whole body twitch.
“Want to kiss,” Hongjoong mumbled.
Yeosang frowned because he wanted that as well but clearly… Hongjoong beckoned Mingi.
Oh, right.
Mingi made a wobbly step towards them, his dick red and swollen with blood for a second was the only thing Yeosang could see but then he found the place on the sofa to plant one knee and bend down. And OH, he was positioning himself just right for their dicks to rub together, before leaning over and starting sucking faces with Hongjoong.
Even though Yeosang was not fully hard it still felt good, it felt amazing. He arched up to get more to rub against him harder.
Suddenly there was a searing pain on his sternum. Yeosang cried out and recoiled from him.
All of them froze for a moment.
“Oh shit, sorry,” Mingi flinched back, tugging the rosary on his chest off over his head.
Many werewolves wore crucifixes to the convocation, not for protection but as a fashion statement, a taunt to the vampires. Then again, some old vampires like Seonghwa wore them as well, as a sign of indifference and to show off their power. Yeosang wasn’t quite there yet, especially not while hungry.
Mingi made a wounded whine and licked over the burned still slightly smoking flesh. Yeosang shuddered, it didn’t help much with healing, their biology didn’t align like that but he appreciated the care.
“It’s not healing,” Mingi whined distressed. It was healing, just much slower than usual.
Hongjoong peeked over Yeosang’s shoulder and grimassed.
“He needs blood. It’s decided then. Get your neck up here.”
Mingi pouted. “Ah. But I wanted the bite when I’m inside him.”
“It’s ok,” Yeosang said. The burning sensation was slowly fading and he wanted to resume what they were doing. He lifted up and grinded down against Hongjoon’s dick with a satisfied sigh. “It can wait.”
Hongjoong looked between the two of them. “Ok, fuck, ngh.” He clenched his hands, stilling the movement of Yeosang’s hips and breathed out shakily against the shell of his ear. One of his hands snaked down to where they were connected and prodded at his rim stretched around him. “Can you– can you take more?”
Yeosang groaned, not quite sure what he was asked about. But knew full well that his answer was as always: “Yes, anything, yes.”
Mingi cursed and Hongjoong outstretched the same hand to him muttering breathless: “Get it wet.”
Mingi licked messily all over Hongjoong’s hand. Yeosang was lost in the meaning of it all but it was hot, he resumed his slow rocking, enjoying the view. The dainty hand with painted nails, clutched in Mingi’s massive palms as he was slobbering it up.
Then Hongjoong wrapped the wet hand against Mingi’s dick. Not pumping it as much as making it wet.
Yeonsang licked his lips, chasing the taste of blood but really there wasn’t any. Not because his lips healed but because there was no more in his system to spare.
Hongjoong stopped his movement again, tearing a whine out of him.
“C’mon you know we have to reposition now,” Hongjoong admonished, slouching further on the sofa and tugging Yeosang back to recline against him more. Yeosang wanted to protest. He knew no such thing. But then Mingi rearranged his legs from the uncomfortable stretch to go around his waist and lined up his wetted dick next to Hongjoong’s and Yeosang finally caught on with the program.
“Oh. Oh!” He exclaimed even before Mingi made a move, nodding furiously so neither of them would think to stop.
It was a tight fit. Mingi was much larger than Hongjoong and werewolf saliva while more viscous than any other creature was still not a proper lube. When Mingi finally forced himself in, Yeosang cried out and not exactly in pleasure. It was still there, golden sparks threading through the pain but it was still mostly pain. And he didn’t care. Clawing at Mingi’s back to keep him close.
“Mingi, now,” Hongjoong grunted, crushed under both of them.
Mingi nuzzled at Yeosang’s neck murmuring “You feel so good, baby,” and then his neck was right next to Yeosang’s lips and he murmured low into his ear: “Bite me.”
Yeosang couldn’t stop himself if he tried. Surrounded by them, air thick with the sound of their drumming heartbeats.
He bit down hard, the hot blood flooding his mouth. Mingi moaned and started thrusting into him.
Yeosang couldn’t stop gulping down the blood, letting off just to bite again, harder, making Mingi fuck him harder. Both of them locked in a delicious vicious cycle.
Drinking blood wasn’t exactly arousing to him by itself but after being deprived of the connection to his pack it was more than just satiating hunger. But for Mingi it absolutely was a pleasure in its own right. Yeosang wondered if venom hit harder for him as well after such a long pause because the speed and force with which he was thrusting was overwhelming even for him.
Yeosang felt the wound on his chest heal and any semblance of pain from being penetrated by both of them dissipate and finally his dick getting hard so fast that he got dizzy. Or maybe it was the blood drunkenness setting in.
Eventually Hongjoon swatted at Mingi’s shoulders to tear him away. Mingi didn’t seem to mind, blood running down his chest in rivulets, his eyes glazed over and hips not missing a bit, focused only on chasing pleasure.
Hongjoong pushed his forearm against Yeosang’s lips in a clear command. And Yeosang wanted to say that he was fine, he got the edge of the hunger off, it wasn’t necessary but his fangs were already punching through the thin skin on the underside of the forearm, unable to resist the invitation.
Hongjoong thrashed under him and Yeosang only distantly was aware that he was coming. His cum making the glide of Mingi’s thrusts so much smoother and for a moment the wet squelching sounds were obscenely loud, over all their ragged breathing and Yeosang could imagine the great many creatures in the hall few steps away, behind the flimsy door, knowing exactly what was going on here and yet not knowing at all. They didn’t know it was his packmates fucking him, loving him, protecting him.
Yeosang felt his eyes roll back and his entire body shaking in the most intense orgasm he has had in a long while. He was distantly aware that Mingi was coming too and that Hongjoong was whining in overstimulation, his half hard dick squeezed by Yeosang’s walls contacting against him and Mingi’s merciless pummeling.
Yeosang didn’t quite black out but he wasn’t completely following how he was lifted off their dicks, finding himself sprawled on the sofa in a satiated tangle of limbs.
He licked at his lips, tasting the remnants of their blood, purring with joy. He opened his heavy eyelids to see Hongjoong on his knees, folded over the backrest of the sofa, Mingi rutting fast and deep into him.
His venom no doubt still coursing through their veins, fanning their lust into a blaze that one meager orgasm couldn’t possibly put out. Yeosang considered volunteering for another round as well but he couldn’t be bothered to move and just smiled at the way they looked so gorgeous together. He wanted to get home, he wanted to feel the rest of his pack, be it their blood or their bodies. He wanted Seonghwa to feed off him again. Yeosang shivered with the thought.
He might have dozed off a little because the next thing he knew, there was a hot tongue against his hole again and his knees spasmed around Mingi’s shoulders.
“Stop it,” Hongjoong said, lifting his leg and kicking at Mingi’s shoulder weakly. He was still sprawled in his corner of the sofa but clearly more lucid of the three of them. “Get him dressed.”
Mingi pouted at him but ultimately moved back and looked around the floor in search of the clothes.
Yeosang’s mind took even longer than usual to catch up on why Mingi couldn’t eat him out, something both of them greatly enjoyed. Why it was kind of important for him to still carry their seed.
This wasn’t a happy pack reunion. Not quite yet. It was claiming Yeosang. Protecting from all the hungry eyes and hands reaching for him from the shadows, yes, but still by claiming him as property. Something he didn’t expect to like as much as he did.
He eyed the door and saw a shadow pass across the large keyhole. Surely no one was spying on them through it. That would look quite ridiculous on the other side. Surely no one would stoop so low.
Still he liked the idea of it. Wondered if it would feel different if they were in some alcove with no door at all, an errant glance almost welcomed to witness. It made his heart pump faster, borrowed blood flushing his cheeks. Maybe they can do it next time.
Yeosang let himself be dressed, not capable of much help but moving his limbs when prompted.
But when he was finally upright and tugging his shirt back on his shoulders, Hongjoong stopped him from attempting any buttons.
“Don’t heal it,” he murmured almost too quiet for Yeosang to hear and bit down at his collarbone HARD. Yeosang whined, more in a sudden rush of arousal than in pain. And could only try his best to control his body from healing the bite when Mingi joined on the other side, clamping his teeth hard on his tattoo, as if wanting to take a chunk of it out.
They left a few more marks high up his neck, where the collar of the shirt didn’t reach and Yeosang was getting half way to hard again when they were finally done.
Mingi took the last long lick at the corner of his lips, scrunching his nose at the taste of blood but still taking a moment to gently brush the hair out of Yeosang’s eyes. Yeosang suspected that his hair was generally a mess beyond fixing but it was also kind of the point, so neither of them tried tidying it up properly.
“Good,” Hongjoong nodded, admiring his work and visibly shook himself out of the reverie. He caressed Yeosang’s cheek with the gentlest touch of a thumb over his birthmark. And it clearly took an effort for him to not let any of that slip into his bored nonchalant tone: “Good boy. Run along now, we are done here.”
Yeosang stood up unsteady on his legs and went to the door, not bothering with looking back or goodbyes. They will see each other home very soon after all. He had to pause before reaching for the handle and forcefully contain the widest happiest grin on his face. Making sure he was back to a normal neutral mask before he slipped out.
It was still a challenge to keep it contained when he was walking down the hall, feeling his packmates cum slowly dripping down his legs, under his pants. Knowing that everyone around him could smell it. Seeing other werewolves recoil from him and vampires snarl in disgust at the marks littering his skin. And still their hunger followed his every step. They wanted, wanted badly. But he looked and smelled taken and no one here would humiliate themselves by publicly pursuing sloppy seconds.
Yeosang made sure his walk was slow and the sway of his hips purposeful.
Staying away from his pack was torturous but he was already wondering about the next convocation. He had ideas.