There’s a pointed look that flies the students way as a devious smirk settles upon Wyatt’s features. “Oh I’ve done a lot worse for a lot less Ken’en, there’s a lot about me that’s not in the history books nor that I don’t tell the staff that hired me. After two thousand years, it should be expected that one has dubious background.” He mused, placing his history at question as he indirectly proved the point that while he gave off the image of being an outstanding gentleman; it was in his nature to be the hollywood terror his race had been coined for. Honestly it made him thing back to world war two when he was in the Nazi regime working as a field medic where he’d played both sides of the conflict, killing wound Nazi’s for their blood, attacking peaceful towns to incite more violence for each side as while as taking his pick of allied forces when the opportunity presented itself. Then again, he was reeling from the lose of a protege; which may have contributed to his rage at everything living.
“If you think me feeding on you is gaining you any favor, you’re sadly mistaken Ken’en. I have a group of pupils who stay at my house every semester to avoid the dorms in exchange for their blood. You’re a matter of convenience for the time being, as for anything you ask for afterwards; if I have the time to do it I probably will.” Wyatt speaks with an indifference on the reasons why the sly fox was allowing him to feed; he could of easily waited to eat, but this was altogether a great convenience to him. “I won’t keep you a moment longer than necessary child, that you can be assured of; believe it or not I am a busy person.” He teased the other; making it known that he had his own commitments as well.
To the question of whether the fox tasted good or not, Wyatt’s bite grows in strength as his fangs pierce deeper into the others flesh; a satisfied moan rolling out between the deep sucks to get more of the rich sustenance. It’s a long minute before Wyatt’s had his fill and he releases the vice grip on the fox pulling back with a gasp; though not getting far from the way the student’s hand s were on him, a smile painted across his face as he chuckles. “Considering they allow students to reside in my house during the semester and understand the complexities of vampire feeding; very very little.” Wyatt supplies as he licks at the blood that’s smeared across his lips. “Besides my work here and money I donate make them very very hesitate to cross me… money and power at it’s finest hmm? Forgetting about me standing in the campus, how long can you push off your next engagement for? We’ve started something that we’re going to finish, so I hope you’ve an hour or so we can play with.” He inquires as he leaves exactly no time to answer because he doesn’t really care, instead to silence whatever response that might have been forming, he closes the distance between them once more though not for blood this time. This time he dove in for a hungry kiss, a testament to how deeply the act of feeding effects a vampire as his blood smeared lips mash against the students.
“I am a Fox, I would be ashamed of being what I am if I got squeamish over someone having a shady past.” The Yako retorted dryly, wondering exactly why the other had chosen to give that particular piece of information willingly and unpromted. That being said, said dark past made the older man in front of him a tad more attractice, especially because now he could confirm that there was something else hidden beneath pretty eyes and a welcoming disposition. Something that the Wicked Fox could use to his advantage in the future if he managed to play his cards alright and got the other man to be compliant with him. It was imperative now more than ever that he charmed the Vampire and Ken’en knew that he probably could do it without that much effort but it was good to raise the priority of it just a tad higher if only to embark in the journey without allowin himself any margin for error.
“It is precisely because of it that convenience that I think I could earn your favor with more ease. I am sparing you from having to go to your quarters and back while getting myself into this with the possibility of you rejecting me. Quid pro quo is something someone your age is probably intimately acquainted with, professor.” Ken’en hummed, keeping his voice even and his body language assertively relaxed while he stood close to the older man and subtly leaned into his space. His Lupine skills could have made him more enticing but he decided not to play any tricks yet as a show of respect to the other and his seniority; that and he was pretty sure that someone that old probably could notice their mind being toyed with and that would certainly land him in a bad spot.
The dichotomy of pain/pleasure that Ken’en was acquainted with himself but combined with how charged the air around them felt he could say that it was safe to let that pleasured sound bubble from his chest; it was rewarded with a more animalistic one coming from the Vampire and he tugged at dug his blunt nails in the man’s scalp and raked his fingers down as if he had needed purchase. He had a sharp retort ready in his tongue when the Vampire dove in for a bruising kiss that he found himself earnestly reciprocating; even if the older man was physically stronger, Ken didn´t allow himself to look submissive, surging into the kiss with a ferocity that mirrored the Vampire’s and licking his way inside the man’s mouth and proving that just because he was the younger he was not a needy twink that would bend over at the drop of a hat. A drawn-out moan found its way out of his mouth at the taste of his own blood and he had to admit that the coopery taste and the sheer lewdness of the setting got him going more than he had expected at first. The energy coming from the other was becoming thicker with lust and Ken’en pushed it a bit forward, sliding his hand inside Wyatt’s pants to grip his ass without anything in between “I think that I can make some time if we lose some clothes.” he bargained as they parted, already removing his shirt to reveal his bronzed, flawlessly sculpted torso.