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     Hit up my discord, lets just be best friends already      Discord drop; sourstrawberry#5437      Let’s skip the awkward getting to know each other phase. 

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“ i was afraid before , but i’m not afraid anymore . ”

      What did he- what did he mean by that. His mind couldn't help but wander, he couldn't help dare to think, dare to hope- maybe.... maybe Hana meant that. His eyes flicked from the blood soaking his suite to the small cut slit across Hana's cheek. And there is an auditable click as his jaw snaps open, unable to hide his hunger.         The pull he feels deep in his gut, the dryness in his throat. The urge to take the only person who hadn't stunk of rotten fruit and putrid sewage. He wipes a clot of blood from his cheek, swallowing hard as he tries his best to suppress his true feelings for the other. "H-Hana." His words are coming out messy, despite the work he's putting in.         His tongue tripping over itself as it tries to work out if it wants to lips Hana, his own lips or stay still. Chihwan closes his eyes, breathing out deepening, managing- if for but a moment to hold himself back.

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I miss baths 

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why is no one pegging chihwan?

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“Do you want to just… look, do you want to kiss until we forget it?” (from bitter)

―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

            He leaned in closer and closer till their noses were bumping, till the breath Beckett breathed, came back inside Chihwan by proximity alone.  “In fact- Id like that a lot .” Like a spell had been cast over them with those words Chihwan closed the gap, his hands finding their own way into Beckett’s hair, rough Yanks echoing the slow and sensual movements of his lips. Their passion filled deprivation lasted no more than a minute, before a loud smack broke their kiss. “Or...I could offer something even better- something that will make you forget forever.”

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❛  right there, that feels so good.  ❜

―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

         He sucks in a deep breath between his teeth, before slipping a warm tongue out over the other's thighs. Tasting him with great pleasure. The blood pounding in his ears was like a chorus singing praise. No it was more than that, more than the heart beats screaming out their cries of passion- he could smell them. Smell the intoxicatingly pungent burn of age and flame and blood and death. Of sweet honey and melted sugar, of piles of rotting meat for flies to buzz around and eat. He could smell time itself in the other, time stretched out and soaked in pain- in melancholy. 

And it fueled his movements. Chihwan throws his head back taking them whole, hands tangling in the flesh of thighs he found wrapping around his head. He bobs his head, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. Setting a pace he knows drives A wild. Chihwan groans around the other, hands tightening their grip, cutting small moons out.

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“I believe you.”

         " Good "             He flicks the lighter open, springing forth a flame with dances in the shallow wind of the afternoon sun.      "This is going to work out best if we can trust each other.”      Chihwan presses the cigarette to the fire, sucking in deeply like it was his only source of air, before letting the smoke pour out of his lips and nose.      Being dead sure did let him do some cool tricks    . “Now-”    another long suck   . “Where did you say they were again.” 

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@renran​ is bullying me and i dont approve 

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hana’s just gonna approach chihwan , take the important papers from his hand and set them aside so that he can straddle his lap , lean into his chest , and rest his head in the crook of his neck , clinging onto his boyfriend who’s too busy to give him attention . hmph . go back to work .

           He doesnt smile, doesn’t flinch. Doesn't do anything in fact that gives away he’s even noticed Hana discarding his very important paper work and demanding cuddles in it’s place. The only sign that he has been disturbed at all, for that matter is the placement of his hand- snaking it’s way around the lower back of the blonde, holding him steadily in place.            Then like it was just another normal day Chihwan leaned forward, picked up the paperwork and continuing to flip through it. It took him a a couple minutes of groaning and heavy sighing before he was done with the whole stack- tossing it back to the table as carelessly as the other had in the first place.            Maybe now was a good time for a little stress relief he wondered, a sadistic idea starting to bubble up in his brain. “You’re cute Hana.” he purrs into his neck, confirming his existence at last. Delicate lips mumbling out their compliments against warm skin.           “Did you want attention so badly?” He chuckles, tightening his grip on the other, making sure he could not escape what was to come. With a fluid movement Chihwan dips forward, pressing the intercom with his forefinger and thumb. “Mr Jeong could you come in here for a moment- I need to go over the Baek foundation budget for this semester with you.”            With a loud snap, he leans back in his chair, both hands now resting on the small of Hana’s back, thumbs rubbing small circles into his hips. “If you wanted attention- all you had to do was ask.” His hand runs it’s way up the other’s back, between his shoulder blades all the way up to his neck, pulling him down like a dog on a leash. His tonged rolling sweet kisses alone his neck as he mumbles admiration and teases into the subale skin.              It’s the sound of the door clicking open that stops him, halts him in his assault of the blushing youth. His smile seems to deepen, hands- firmly preventing any escape for the other. “Ah Mr Jeong come in. I noticed several issues we need to smooth out.” 

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@renran is cute it needs to be known

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“ w-wait , ” a stuttering plea punctuated by a whimper past the hand he has clamped over his mouth , his other hand reaching for chihwan’s shoulder only to hesitate whether he should push him away or hold on , eventually curling into a fist to deliver a weak , yet very frustrated punch . “ slow down , i said – chihwan ! ”

          'wait'.    he was going to, he really was-    but the way his voice his quivering only had to opposite effect on Chihwan. It sent a hot rush of electricity throughout him, his lower half throbbing painfully as he ducked down, unable to stop. Shit, shit. Chihwan flicked his eyes upwards, catching sigh of the helpless blonde above him. God he was breathtaking. Hair slipping into a mess, slender fingers curled around sheets, lips parted like he wanted it bad.

          Chihwan threw his head back, teeth bedded well as to not damage the delicate organ, he so tenderly was sucking dry. His eyes dared to shut for just a second. Just a second, he needed an escape to gather his thoughts and of course, his composure. Hana wasn't like him, he was fragile and breakable, he was human. Slow down.

        The vampire gave a long suck, his head bobbing in tangum with the rhythm of his heart. God did he taste amazing. He chuckles out a laugh, lips still wrapped around the other's dick. What a pathetically cute punch. But this time he listens to his tiny master, slowing his movements, drawing a long and tender lick up his length before swallowing him whole again.

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it’s 5am and im just slutting out Chihwan sks

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miasmalungs​:

“ Lovelace. ” A name that thousands recognized , he was a household name by now. When they hear that name of course they reminisce on the sweet faced child that awed the stage. Such hard packed talent inside little body , now when they look upon him they think , what happened to him ? Plenty happened – but he still commanded an audience.  “ I also grow more impatient by the second and the offer will be null and void if you do not pick up the pace. ” 

       Chihwan nods an acknowledgement.      “My apologies once again.”     And with that Chihwan ushers his    hand in the direction     of the road.     “lead the way and I shall follow.”    And he would follow suite,      fine polished shoes clicking     behind him as he walks.      The echo off the      walls and buildings of      the surrounding city,      a symphony to Serenade     them on their stroll.