▎was this what it felt like to be trapped? to be so thoroughly ensnared in a web that had somehow — miraculously — skated under the radar, stealthily cornering him until he was positively helpless to escape the shamelessly hot, sensual gleam in those dark, dark eyes, their depths so terrifyingly sharp that it drew a startled mewl from him; fine-boned fingers curling against the material of seung’s shirt, jin-woon stared almost breathlessly at the dark smear of red on the revenant’s lips, having already begun to dance around the sharp edge of hysteria as if testing its validity. and finding it acceptable.
“you want my blood,” he mumbled, resigned to having a bloodthirsty shadow dogging his steps for however long his interest lasted. and even if he’d rather not be responsible for rousing such a dangerous creature’s notice, he was even more hesitant to encourage the other male’s loss of attraction; it didn’t take a genius to figure out that once a predator grew bored of chasing its prey, it would end it — in such a spectacular way that one couldn’t possibly think it incompetent or clumsy as a hunter. he would know, considering that most tiguris were considered adept hunters. it was just something jin-woon had never been very good at, no matter how hard he’d striven to be a proper ailuran. so it didn’t really come as a surprise that another predator, this one stronger and far more skilled than he, had decided to turn an alleged hunter into prey. that and, well, the blood of an ailuran was said to be very addictive. it was the one lesson his clan had taught that had well and truly stuck with him, even after he’d failed to pass the tests every juvenile tiguri was expected to take on the cusp of adulthood. but maybe that had been for the best. because something told him he never would have succeeded as a guardian, not when he could barely take care of himself.
▎and, of course, seung had to go one step further to prove the impossibility of escape — and maybe the inevitability of surrender — by placing his hand there, the sudden, tactile pressure of such a bold, possessive maneuver bringing a flush to jin-woon’s cheeks, his skin feeling tighter than usual … and hot, arousal burning through his veins as his own hand dropped to seung’s wrist, giving it a too-soft tug. “w-wait. please. i-i don’t …” understand. he’d said it once before, trying to come to terms with the revenant’s obvious attraction to him. well, not him per se, but his blood. but this — this strange, new development — didn’t make sense. nothing about it makes sense.
LIKE ANY TRUE PREDATOR, the submissive nature of his prey aroused seung’s baser urges, encouraging his primal desire to assert his dominance over the fleet-footed ailuran who’d taken one look at his face and immediately beat a hasty retreat toward freedom. so naturally, the moment he recognized the physical signs of submission, thin shoulders drooping with defeat, a smug smile split seung’s face, and he turned his hand over, long, elegant fingers gently gripping the boy’s wrist as he watched him through hooded eyes. ❝ so innocent, ❞ he whispered, pressing jin-woon’s body harder against his arousal, a guttural groan leaving him. ❝ do you still not understand? ❞ he ground his groin against him, the hard ridge tenting his leather pants pushing roughly against jin-woon’s erection. ❝ i want your everything — your sweet, delectable blood, like nectar from the gods of old, your lean, nimble body, a gift from mago, and the ofttimes fiery personality you hide under layers of meekness and insecurities. i want to defile your innocence, scent-mark every inch of your skin until you no longer doubt my claim. ❞ heat flared in seung’s eyes, the black of his pupils overtaking what little color remained after his death all those years ago. ❝ and you — you want it too. ❞ a deep, husky chuckle rumbled out of his throat. ❝ i can smell the arousal on you, little one. your skin is practically flushed with it. ❞
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