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The fingers that stroke cold cheeks twirl beautiful blond locks of hair, now long and seemingly years of care. How many years has it been since I’ve touched this hair? Too long. Yuichiro sighs into the soft hair, brushing his lips against it and allowing his gaze to slowly relish in the expression that only Mikaela could offer him.
He wants to touch those parted lips, the ones that only barely hide the small fangs that peek out from behind a flushed expression. The desire that’s first conveyed in a gentle kiss, merely experimenting with the tides of friendship and beyond, and then with his thumb that brushed over the surprisingly soft lips. To Yuichiro’s surprise, Mikaela’s lips do not taste of blood, but of well, Mikaela. He’s always had a strange habit of licking his lips when he’s nervous, after all.
“Yuu…” His voice shudders into the thumb that brushes against his lips, now even more parted as the pad of Yuichiro’s thumb rubs against his lower lip. What words he wants to speak don’t come, instead spilling out as hushed whines because he wants this, he’s wanted this for a while. In the back of his mind, Mikaela never once considered this sort of act lewd or dirty, despite what Ferid loved to claim. That man is the filthy one here, not me.
“Mika, may I…” Yuichiro slides a thumb into Mikaela’s mouth, immediately making contact with one of the sharp fangs that were a new asset, a part of Mikaela that Yuichiro has never thought of ever touching before. But now, now that Mikaela is here with him, there’s so much he wants to explore, despite his sharp words of despising vampires, which aren’t false words.
Here he is, Mikaela Hyakuya, a different man but all the same— beautiful and it reflects past his half-lidded blue eyes that remind Yuichiro of the ocean. It’s like diving into the great blue sea, and he wants to experience all of this with Mikaela. Yuichiro gently rubs the fang with the gloved thumb, circling around all sides before sliding down to the pointed tip. Never once did he think he’d be rubbing a vampire’s fang, but it felt…. nice. Different. It had to be because Mikaela was here with him, that’s definitely why.
The experimentation takes one step further when Yuichiro removes his thumb, green eyes carefully watching the fleeting look (and whine) of disappointment escape from Mikaela’s normally very hidden expressions. He chuckles, placing his hands on Mikaela’s cheeks and pulling him in so their foreheads are gently pressing against each other. “K-Kiss…” His lips curl into a small pout—rather typical of the dark haired boy, before he speaks again. “May I kiss you again?”
Mikaela breathes in, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Yuu’s being quite polite today, what’s with the sudden change?”
“Hey—! Shut up—!” He huffs, before leaning in to share another kiss with Mikaela. It’s bit more unsteady, still in the early stages of experimenting, but he likes it. Yuichiro loves this. Mikaela’s lips part slightly, breath hitched and a quiet moan escapes him. It was like being granted permission to go on, or so he presumed. What an opportunity though, he realizes as he carefully runs his tongue along the front parts of Mikaela’s teeth, more specifically, his fangs. Almost like he wanted to feel just how sharp they were…. Really, these can pierce skin with ease… Has Mika been taking blood properly? Is he doing alright?
Amidst his thoughts, Yuichiro’s tongue slides further against the sharpness of fangs, cutting it in the process. The blood is minimal, but it’s enough to stir Mikaela’s desires into overdrive. It’s enough that only seconds after Yuichiro’s painful hiss escapes him, does Mikaela roughly push away from him, clutching at his chest and breathing heavily.
It… tastes good. It tastes like you. It’s not something I should want… yet…
His gaze hesitantly glance upwards to meet Yuichiro’s, whose expression is, surprisingly, not too different than that of his own. Even more surprising is that he’s taking careful steps towards Mikaela, extending out a gloved hand to lift him up.
“Do you need…?”
Mikaela shakes his head frantically, opening his mouth to say no, but Yuichiro’s already unbuttoning the collar of his uniform so that the tender skin is exposed, all for Mikaela to see.
“Take it. I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You need blood, Mika.”
With his other hand he tugs Mikaela forward, so their bodies are pressing against each other. The hand moves upwards, now resting on the back of Mikaela’s head, as he pulls him downward to the exposed skin.
“I don’t—“
“You know, we’re both horrible liars. It’s time to start being more truthful with each other, Mika.” A pause, and Mikaela nuzzles into the crook of Yuichiro’s neck.
Ah, but the truth hurts, they both realize as soon as Mika sinks his fangs into Yuichiro’s skin. A truth so painful, it almost feels too good to not be a lie.