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"aww, come on, just one bite? i know you want to."
"no. no, i don't."
mingi grunted as he was pushed away from hongjoong with minimal effort from the vampire's end. he didn't look like it but he was so strong, mingi likes to point out. the fact that he could manhandle mingi like that with absolutely zero effort put ideas into the human's stupid horny brain.
oh, if he could just get hongjoong to pin him to a wall for some reason...
"joong, i really want you to do it," mingi whined, slinking back onto the vampires lap and giving him his best puppy eyes, "don't you love me? you want to make me happy, right?" mingi knew that saying something like that was probably unfair to hongjoong's feelings, but his boyfriend knew he was only joking.
"mingi," hongjoong warned, looking down at him, his ruby red eyes piercing into mingi's soul. or, whatever was left of mingi's soul (he thinks it's beyond saving and that he's definitely going to hell at this point). that gaze combined with the tone of voice sent a shiver down the human's spine. mingi went quiet then as hongjoong continued.
"of course i love you, but that's completely unrelated to this conversation. the more you insist, the weirder it gets."
mingi whined, not unlike a child, avoiding eye contact, "i'm just saying, why won't you drink my blood? i mean, i trust you, so... unless it's a problem for you, like, do you think you're going to hurt me or something? because you know i have a high pain threshold. well, not that high, but... maube it's something else? do you just not like drinking from humans?"
mingi thought himself to be pretty knowledge about vampires, both from dating hongjoong and from prior knowledge. he had seen and read the twilight saga, so he was more or less an expert. not to mention the myriad of vampire fanfiction he wrote in high school (which hongjoong would never know about. not even over mingi's dead body).
despite this, it was true that mingi didn't know a lot about how hongjoong usually fed. when they first started dating, hongjoong gave him permission to ask about anything pertaining to vampires— but mingi had never thought to ask about the whole blood drinking thing. he thought it was pretty simple, but the constant denials to drink mingi's blood were starting to get to him.
"no, that's not it," hongjoong said. he sounded more frustrated than exhausted.
"what is it then? hongjoooong, tell meeeee. if my sexy vampire boyfriend doesn't give me a good reason to not drink my blood, it's gonna be my villain origin story."
the vampire furrowed his brow, glancing down at mingi again. "you're so dramatic," he said affectionately, "will you stop bothering me about it if i explain it to you?"
"oh, yeah, definitely. promise. cross my heart and hope to die."
mingi even did the little gesture of making an 'x' over his heart. hongjoong smiled and, if he was human, his heart would probably start beating faster at the sheer display of mingi's charm. alas, he wasn't, and his heart stayed still. whatever. who needs a working heart anyways?
"you're adorable."
"i know. now spill."
the vampire rolled his eyes and mindlessly started petting mingi's hair as he spoke. not that mingi minded much. "i think you have a misconception that vampires feeding is some sort of sexy, intimate thing. well, i guess it could be intimate if you wanted it to be, but that's not my point. my point is that it's a very mundane and uninteresting thing for me."
"like, imagine if i got turned on from watching you eat a bowl of cereal. you'd be weirded out, right? or, i don't know, drinking pop. something normal like that. do you get what i mean?" hongjoong sighed.
"mmh, maybe a little bit. that's a bad metaphor but i can kind of see it."
"whatever. and it's not like i actually drink blood from people often, you know this," the vampire added, "and all the times i did, it was fairly uneventful. yeosang did pass out that one time but... you know it's easier to just drink from people who are already dead. or blood bags."
"you mean vampire capri-sun," mingi quickly corrected.
"right, right," hongjoong laughed, bringing his hand through his boyfriend's brown hair one last time before getting him to sit up, "basically, it's not something sexy or exciting for me. i'm sorry if that's what you expected, because i can kind of tell that's how you saw it."
"no, i get it! i should have learned to not trust the fanfiction portrayal of vampires, anyways."
"you read vampire fanfiction?"
mingi's face became red as hongjoong giggled threateningly (a feat that could probably only be accomplished by the vampire). "that's off topic."
"uh huh..." he replied sarcastically, "regardless, if it'll make you happy, i'll drink your blood. i promise."
the human's eyes lit up suddenly, like a switch had been flipped in his brain. "really? when? can you do it now?"
hongjoong had to admit that seeing his boyfriend this happy may have been worth agreeing to drink his blood, even though he himself saw it as nothing special. that didn't matter, though. what mingi wanted, mingi (usually) got— that had become hongjoong's motto for the past year or so.
it had also cost him a lot of his savings he'd gathered over the past couple hundred years, but he could care less.
"hmm, later," hongjoong said, "i just ate, like, an hour ago. now can we turn back on the great british baking show? we got so off topic, come on..." it was the vampire's turn to whine as he didn't want to climb over mingi to get the remote.
"oh, right!" mingi said, turning the show back on, and setting the remote down shakily. he couldn't help the sudden rush of nervousness (and excitement) now that he knew for sure that hongjoong wanted to drink his blood.
he hoped the vampire didn't notice (he did— mingi's heart was beating as fast as a cheetah doing cocaine).
~
they decided to order food that night, as they did most nights since neither of them could cook for shit. mingi initially thought that after hundreds of years of being alive, hongjoong would at least have been a competent enough cook to not burn the kitchen down from simply trying to make a fried egg. he was so, so wrong. they had to call the fire department last time hongjoong tried to cook, which resulted in them having to get a new apartment. it was no big deal, really.
but neither of them complained about getting take out. that was always less of a hazard.
"can i eat before your food gets here?" hongjoong asked casually, his hand moving up and down mingi's thigh in a comforting motion, "or do you wanna eat first? either way, you're showering before. i'm not biting into dirty skin."
mingi laughed at the other man's exaggerated face of disgust— one of his signature expressions at this point. "frankly i'm offended. my skin is extremely clean, for your information... how long till the food gets here?"
"about 20 minutes."
a pause.
"i'll go shower, then."
hongjoong squinted at mingi suspiciously as he came out from the bathroom only about 5 minutes later, drying his hair off with a towel. he threw the towel on the kitchen floor (he'd pick it up later, he swears) and flopped onto the couch next to hongjoong.
"that was a really short shower, are you sure you're clean?" hongjoong asked.
"who are you, seonghwa? it's not like you can even get sick or anything, so who cares if my skin is dirty?" the human pouts.
"well, would you eat food off the floor?"
"it depends-"
"NEVERMIND! nevermind, don't answer that," hongjoong giggled, "alright, take off your shirt."
"my shirt?" mingi asked, heat rising to his face. he wasn't sure why he felt embarrassed by that, it wasn't as if they'd never seen each other naked before. he was just nervous, okay? he definitely does not get this flustered usually. for real.
"well, yeah. it's white and long sleeved. it's just gonna get stained if you leave it on," hongjoong explained as his boyfriend did as instructed, "you know what, the couch is white too. damn."
mingi frowns, thinking for a moment that hongjoong isn't going to do it after all.
"well, go to the bedroom. our sheets are black, even if we can't wash out the bloodstains we probably won't notice," hongjoong sighed, standing up and gesturing for mingi to follow. he barely even needed to ask him to follow— mingi sprinted to the bedroom before hongjoong could even blink.
yet another addition to hongjoong's 'mingi isn't fully human' theory, but that could be talked about later.
"you ready? you won't pass out on me, right?" hongjoong asked, taking hold of mingi's arm and briefly examining him, "is this okay?"
"you're not gonna bite my neck?"
"i think you would literally die."
"why, is it dangerous to bite there?"
"it's dangerous to bite anywhere if i'm not careful or you don't stay still. you'd just die from horniness," hongjoong argues with a grin and mingi can't even come up with anything to counter that because he's right. he's extremely right.
"now can i bite your wrist or not?"
"mhm, please."
hongjoong gives mingi a quick smile before sinking his fangs into the man's wrist and holy fuck, mingi underestimated how much that would hurt. it was unlike anything he'd felt before. it didn't hurt as much as a broken bone, but it certainly fucking hurt. he bit his lip— to distract himself and to stop himself from straight up screaming. though, honestly, hongjoong probably wouldn't have been surprised if he did. their neighbors, on the other hand, might be a bit concerned.
he felt himself get light-headed already as hongjoong stopped biting and starting lapping up the blood flowing from the wound. light-headed, yes, but he didn't feel sick like he always did when he got his blood drawn normally. in fact, after the pain became a little bit numbing, it felt nice.
hongjoong seemed to be zoned out as he focused on not letting a single drop of mingi's blood go to waste. the human didn't want to make hongjoong uncomfortable by moaning, but he just couldn't help it. not when hongjoong looked like that.
"are you good, mingi?" hongjoong asked, looking at him. he had somehow gotten blood on the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth, which was raised in a relaxed smirk, "if you're not feeling good, you can just tell me to stop, i know it might be a little bit much but i-"
"oh my god, hongjoong, shut up," mingi groaned, wiping the blood off his nose with his other hand (that wasn't entirely numb), "weirdly enough, i'm just... enjoying watching you right now. i feel fine, i swear! are you gonna keep drinking or...?"
"it's not good to drink too much from the same place," hongjoong said and handed mingi a cloth, "hold that tightly over your wrist for a bit while i take off your pants."
"MY PANTS?"
"mingi, you have nothing to be shy about, i literally had your dick in my mouth this morn-"
"i know, i know!" mingi shouted, turning an impossibly bright shade of red as he wrapped the cloth around his wrist as instructed, "but uh... where are you planning on biting?"
hongjoong looked confused, as if this was something that should have been common knowledge to mingi. "your inner thigh, there's a-"
a knock at the door was heard suddenly, and hongjoong sighed as he reluctantly pulled himself away from mingi.
"fuck, i almost forgot we ordered food... i'll be right back, and keep that cloth on your wrist for now, i have a potion from san i can use to stop the bleeding in a minute!" hongjoong directed, looking in the mirror for a split second to wipe away any remaining blood from his mouth before answering the door.
mingi found the antics endearing, but he was glad that their food had arrived because he was 99% sure that if he didn't eat and/or drink something in the next couple seconds, he'd lose consciousness (or something like that, he didn't know, he wasn't a doctor).
all mingi knew was that he was not gonna pass out before he had hongjoong's fangs sinking into this thigh.