Jisung's about to leave when he's down again and a great pain shoots through his leg.
He screams it out in pain and in no time Minho and Felix are squatted down next to him followed by the rest.
"Ji? Are you okay?" Felix asks.
Minho's slowly touching Jisung's leg, making him groan, "Can you please stop hurting me?"
"I'm sorry," Minho says while letting go of Jisung's leg, "His leg should be washed and a cold compress should do it. I'll bring him to the bathroom and get a cold compress. You can continue the game."
"Wait, let me go," Felix stops him.
"I don't know Felix, you don't really look like you could easily carry someone, no offence."
He definitely can, Jisung thinks while holding onto his leg and clenching his teeth, but he knows Minho's right. He doesn't look as if he can, so he won't do it. He won't give himself away knowing how many non-werewolves we're surrounded by.
"You're right. I just wanted to go with my best friend. Sure you can handle it?"
"I just need to carry him to the bathroom and get a cold compress. I'm pretty sure I can handle that," Minho answers.
"Okay. Jisung, call me if you need anything, alright?"
"Sure thing, Lix," Jisung answers, trying to smile but failing. He can feel how his leg is already healing but it still hurts like hell.
Fuck that calling thing, Jisung heard Felix's voice in his head, You know a faster way to get to me. Call if anything happens. Or if you just want company. Get well soon.
"Lix," Jisung speaks up after what, for the others, seemed like a silence, "Don't worry. My leg just hurt a bit. Minho's prolly right. Some ice'll do."
Minho puts his hands under Jisung and lifts him up with ease and wishes the rest a good night.
"Once again, bye guys," Jisung waves.
The walk back to their cottage was silent since neither of them spoke up.
When they enter the bathroom Minho puts Jisung down, standing up right and kneels down before him.
"What are you doing?" Jisung demands when Minho opens his jeans.
"Taking a look at your wound, Stupid. Unless you want me to do anything else?" Minho looking up from that position alone would've been enough to make Jisung blush. When the pants are down Jisung steps out of them. He looked away blushing while biting on his lip letting the other do what he was doing.
Minho put his hands on Jisung's thighs. On the right one to hold him and on the left one to get a better look at the wound. Jisung winced at the touch.
Minho pulls something out of the wound in Jisung's inner thigh.
"The group before us must've left this there," Minho says while pulling his right arm up to drop the piece of glass in the sink. It was huge and soaked in blood.
"Just as I thought," Minho murmurs, "the blood's already solidifying."
"What?"
"I thought the wound would close fast," Minho says, still looking closely at the wound, "Since this whole werewolf thing. You should be okay in a matter of minutes, seconds even maybe."
Minho said the last thing while kissing down on the surface just beneath Jisung's wound. This touch caught Jisung fully off guard. That's the only reason his mouth made the sound it made. Definitely. Definitely the sole reason.
Minho kissed his way up a bit and then licked the skin around Jisung's wound and then the wound itself. Now it was his turn to moan.
Jisung was looking at the ceiling while grabbing the sink and trying to calm his breathing. He shut Felix's door into his mind close, as he saw that he couldn't calm his thoughts.
Minho finally left the wound alone. Jisung looked down immediately, confused. "Why?" he asks, making Minho smile sadly.
"It's solidified, if I don't stop now I'll bite it open again." Jisung could feel the sadness in Minho.
"Then stop," Jisung says, grabbing Minho by his collar and pulling him up.
He attacks his lips. Not even trying to start slowly.
Felix came home after the biting and since then they hadn't had much time alone. Jisung needed this too much. He bit down on Minho's lip and continued kissing. Minho didn't need an invitation and was kissing just as hungrily as Jisung, holding him around his waist and pressing him as close to himself as he could. As did Jisung, but by the shoulders of the older one.
Minho picks him up and Jisung wraps his legs around the other's waist pulling him even closer if possible. Jisung was almost slammed against the mirror that took in almost the entire wall.
It was actually meant to check if your clothes were looking good or something, but I guess it could be used to crush a person too.
Jisung's hands had already left Minho's neck and were now intertwined with his hair.
Their breathing had gotten so uneven that Jisung, for one moment, thought he had an asthma attack before he remembered he lost that once he had changed.
Their tongues were dancing and their bodies were shaking. Minho had never kissed Jisung this aggressively before. But Jisung wasn't complaining, no, just the opposite.
"Bite me."
"What?!" Minho asks, not letting go of the other's lips.
"Bite me, I said," Jisung answers between the kisses and breaths, "I know you want it. I know you need it. I can feel your body yearning for it."
"I can't," Minho says, but he had left Jisung's lips and was now sucking on his neck. If he was already crushing Jisung between the mirror and himself before, then that was nothing compared to now.
Jisung was still positioned on top of Minho's hips, between his body and the mirror wall. But on top of Minho already crushing him, he himself yanked Minho even closer. Since they were already as close as possible it was just Minho pushing Jisung into the mirror with his whole body.
"Bite. Me." Jisung says while pulling Minho even closer to his neck by pulling his hair.
At the same moment, Minho popped out his fangs and planted them on the place he was sucking seconds ago. Jisung moaned both in pain and pleasure. He had clenched his arms around Minho's head even more than before and was squeezing his legs so much around the other's waist, that he could see his naked legs turn white.
Just as he thought he had gotten used to it, Minho bit deeper and harder. Jisung felt tears prickle in his eyes. His mouth was open but no sound left. As Minho finally stopped getting deeper, Jisung could feel the wetness of the older's tongue against his neck, caressing it before-
"aghhhhhHHHHH" Jisung half groaned, half moaned, half cried. He could feel the sucking. The tears were no longer lingering behind his eyes but streaming down.
He could feel Minho's grip around his waist getting stronger. He was now pushed so much that he couldn't move anything besides his limbs, eyes and mouth. If he'd let go of Minho he'd still be kept in the same position, that sturdy.
After some time he could feel the sucking stop and how the fangs in him began to shrink leaving Minho to caress the spot. When Minho looked up at Jisung he knew the boy wanted to stop.
The way he was staring at Minho with his red eyes, tear-stained cheeks and gaping mouth said enough and Minho was about to step back when he felt that Jisung's grip on him hadn't altered.
"Minho, I," Jisung began, still staring at the other, "I..." And he clashed the boy once again on his lips.
Minho was taken aback. He was sure Jisung had wanted to stop after that, and after seeing his face he was even more sure, but the boy didn't. He kissed him with the same fierceness as before.
Maybe even more.
"Jisung," Minho stammers between kisses.
"Mhm," The boy answers, not planning on letting go of the boy's face or hair for the time being.
"Sung, you okay? Stop," He tries to talk to him but doesn't get the chance.
Jisung bites down on his lip and withdraws, Minho's bottom lip between his teeth as far as it could get before it bounced back. Jisung looked at the lip and then up at Minho's eyes. "Why you wanna stop, baby?" he asks, breathless.
"Sung, I…Are you okay? You were crying."
Jisung's gaze doesn't leave Minho's eyes except for quick glances at the other's lips. "I'm more than okay, believe me. And so are you. Your body's content, right?"
"How could it not?" Jisung tugs Minho closer again with his legs.
"Then why'd you stop, baby boy?" He whispers huskily in Minho's ear.
The boy looks up at Jisung, mouth wide open in shock. I should be the one getting aphrodisiacs from the bloodsucking, Minho thinks, but this may be even better.
And combined their lips and breaths again. Jisung curled upwards in pleasure and back down. He took his hands off Minho's scalp to take their shirts off and tossed them on the ground.
"What'd you say? Should I once again show Hyunjin those beautiful paintings I can make on your skin? Or should I leave them, and more, beneath a pretty shirt of yours?" Jisung says between kisses he plants over Minho's neck. He lingers a bit longer on a spot on the transition to the shoulder and kisses it sweetly.
There was no bite visible, only a birthmark-ish something. Minho moaned as the other touched the sensitive area. I bit there since it was his soft spot, now it's almost like an orgasm-light-switch.
He removes his legs from around Minho's waist and puts them against the mirror. Pushing on the mirror, so Minho stumbles a bit back. Jisung pushes Minho backwards once again, interlocking their lips and tongues, until he hits his calves on the bed.
Jisung pushes him onto it and climbs on top of him. "Under, it is," he says while kissing Minho's pecs.
Now it was Minho's turn to close his legs around the other one and grip his hair. Jisung left a lot of purplish marks all over the boy's chest and belly. Looking up he saw a reddened Minho, breathless and with an open mouth dripping with spittle. The sight made a certain area of Jisung's ache for touch.
Minho blinked as if he had just snapped out of a trance and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at Jisung who was now biting on his lip. A small smirk occurred on Minho's lips thinking of the thing he could most definitely feel half-poking at his belly.
He slid down between the other's legs, sitting on the floor in a half-second. Grabbing the Jisung's legs to turn him around on his way down. Jisung leans on his elbows and looks down at the one on his knees on the ground. Minho's hands still on the other's legs he forces them open, looking him pleadingly in the eyes.
"Finally my turn?" he asks innocently, making Jisung gulp and almost choke on the spit that had formed in his mouth.
He slowly sat upright, looking down at Minho. The latter didn't break eye contact while taking off Jisung's boxers, who pushed his hips up to make it easier.
"You know," He says, while hovering over Jisung's inner thigh, "I really didn't like what happened back there," he continues, between the kisses and hickeys he plants on the boy's inner thighs.
"L-like what? You giving J-Jake a lap dance?" Jisung answer-asks, while trying his best to contain his breathing.
Minho was now licking an area a bit higher up, but still not where Jisung was hoping this would lead to.
"Like you kissing Felix."
Did he really need to have this conversation now? Jisung thought to himself.
"I just did the penalty, I had no choice."
"Why? Because you didn't want me to know? I don't care. I care more about the fact you kissed Felix," Minho says while circling a specific area, making breathing and talking only harder for Jisung.
"You gave one of my best friends a lap dance!"
"Only because you'd rather kiss someone than let me know your first kiss! I would've simply taken the penalty and sucked your face off instead of the lap dance if it wasn't for that."
Minho did now finally get where Jisung was longing for him to get. All he did was lick though, since he couldn't speak with a whole dick in his mouth...
"Why d-do you have t-to be so j-jealous!"
"It's normal to be jealous of someone like you! Because that's simply the effect that you have on me!"
Jisung couldn't explain how but that simple sentence pushed him over the edge. Minho's whole face was now under the white sticky substance. If his' was already aching, this made it only ache more, to the point it started hurting. He had opened his jeans a long time before, but the cloth of his boxers didn't give him the space he needed.
It only swells more at every sight of Jisung. The boy was breathless, trying his best to come down from his high.
"I did the penalty," he began, "not because I didn't want you to know," he slit down onto Minho's lap, moving. Knowing exactly what he was doing. And if he didn't, Minho's face told him. And the twitching bulge beneath him definitely spoke louder than words.
"I did the penalty," he begins once again, "Because," he continues in a whisper, with his head resting on Minho's shaking shoulder, "You were my first. First everything."
Minho's eyes shot open big and throwing his head back he came, too.
For both, the action and movement did a lot, but soft words did more.
Jisung smiled slowly on Minho's neck and they sat like that, on the floor with Jisung on Minho's lap, hugging, for a while.
"I'm glad you're feeling better, Minmin," Jisung says while nuzzling in more.
"Better?"
"I sensed you were feeling bad. I'm happy I could help you"
Omg, Minho had almost forgotten about that, how could I?
"Jisung?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I'm sorry."
"What? Why?"
"For biting you..."
Jisung withdraws for a second to look at Minho and then slaps him on his chest. Right on one of those sweet bruises he had left there.
"Don't you dare say sorry. First of all, I insisted. Second of all, you needed it. Your body was yearning for it for hell's sake. And," he continues, looking away, "I'm not complaining"
Minho smiled and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I practically forced you to continue your life with me, I had bit you too, and...ahem...I liked it...ahem..."
"Oh, you did?" Minho asks, smirking.
Jisung clashes his face to Minho's chest and hugs him tightly around his middle.
"I heard your kind did this thing called 'blood marriage'? Two of yours would promise each other to one another. Never taking someone else's blood." Jisung starts stammering, "I also read blood-sucking delivered aphrodisiacs. I don't know if this is a stupid request or maybe too soon but,"
"Yes," Minho interrupts, "Please don't finish that sentence 'cause I can picture you asking me something like 'Would you want my neck in blood marriage' or something like that and I don't want to hear that."
Jisung laughs, "There goes my whole preparation."
"And Sung?"
"Mhm?"
"I don't think it's too soon since you know," he scratched his neck, but not just his neck, a particular spot, "I'm afraid you're stuck with me either way.
How did it feel?"
Jisung looked up at Minho. "I don't know how to explain it. But does it matter? It makes you feel better and heal. And well, I already said I'm not complaining either..."
Then Jisung looked up. "Get up!"