“i was only a child trained to kill, experimented on, tortured, but that’s a life of the boy in the past. the boy here now is not the same as the one that was back then, and neither are you.” lark smiled at the way the man took his hand, his grip was firm but gentle. he followed the other man with no quals, no regrets or second guessing what was about to happen between them. “hey,” he spoke up, words softly drifting between them as he pressed his body against sam’s. “i want this for you, it’s okay, sam.” he mumbled, leaning in slowly until their lips pressed, a soft peck to reassure the man. “nothing could ever be as painful as what you’re feeling right now, i just want to take your pain away.” lark kissed him once more, letting his lips linger longer on the other man, his taste now covering lark’s lips. “i trust you, sam, so please, take my blood. is there a way you prefer to feed?”
when he felt the others body against him; a small exhale left him. he was always weak when it came to sex. to bodies. it was the need for warmth from others. his skin held the coldness of his species. yet when the other kissed him, it took him back. no one really kissed him. not without him demanding them too. he kissed him back the second time, reluctant at first. sam’s large hands traveled down lark’s back slowly as he pulled away from the kiss. the asian man’s brows furrowed together. they had so much in common? he took was experimented on and tortured by the man that called himself ‘father’.
a small hum left him at the question. “ you know... the best vein in right on the upper thigh, close to the groin...” he hummed again before his other hand dropped. “but first...” his head leaned down, his large fangs piercing the skin on lark’s neck; entering a vein. when the blood poured into his mouth, he latched down harder. a loud primal growl left him as he felt the bloodlust take over him. his long sharp nails dug into lark’s shoulder, piercing the skin on it.