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Sometimes Jongin wonders who first started claiming that vampires are cold to the touch. Kyungsoo, at the very least, is quite warm. All of the literary metaphors likening vampires to granite seem so silly when contrasted to the gentle give of Kyungsoo’s skin beneath Jongin’s fingers as Jongin pulls him closer. Kyungsoo, for his part, whines and squirms in protest against the movement.
“What are you doing?” Kyungsoo asks. It’s probably supposed to come out as an annoyed hissed, but instead the words slur together slightly. Kyungsoo always gets like this after feeding -- sleepy, and a little childish. It’s cute. Kyungsoo cracks open an eye to glare, and Jongin has to muffle his smile at the risk of getting an elbow in his stomach.
“Nothing, just getting comfortable,” Jongin replies. “My leg was falling asleep.”
Kyungsoo tsks, but disentangles their legs slightly so that his weight is no longer resting on Jongin’s knee. It’s a small thing, but even so Jongin feels butterflies starting to flutter in his stomach. His heart is beating faster, and he knows that Kyungsoo can tell as well. Before, this would have immediately led to Kyungsoo stiffening and pulling away. “No attachments,” Kyungsoo had said right from the beginning, like a chant, a motto, a lifeline. Now, though, he just brings one hand so that he can brush his fingers lightly along the marks on Jongin’s neck. Jongin shivers.
“Does it hurt?” Kyungsoo asks, suddenly serious, as if he doesn’t ask multiple times every single time he feeds. As if the answer ever changes.
“No,” Jongin says, shaking his head. He uses the motion to bury his head into Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything more, but his hand wanders away from Jongin’s neck and finds its way to Jongin’s hand. Kyungsoo laces their fingers together and squeezes lightly.
There are things Jongin suddenly wants to say, words on the tip of his tongue threatening to spill over, but he swallows them. Feeding may not hurt him, but it does, quite literally, drain his energy. This isn’t a conversation Jongin quite feels up to having. Not now. Not yet. Besides, Kyungsoo is so warm and comfortable. Jongin can already feel his grip on consciousness starting to slip.
“Go to sleep,” Kyungsoo says, as if he’s reading Jongin’s mind. And honestly, he just might be. Although there are many things about vampires that Jongin has figured out over time, he is well aware that for each thing he knows there are at least three that he doesn’t. It’s not worth worrying about now, though. The blood loss seems to be hitting him all at once, and Jongin is fading fast. He snuggles closer, and grins triumphantly when Kyungsoo doesn’t complain about the jostling. Just for good measure, Jongin extricates one of his legs and throws it over Kyungsoo’s hip. Kyungsoo sighs but doesn’t pull away; and like that, tangled together comfortably, Jongin drifts off to sleep.