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Jinhwan taps his fingers on the huge mahogany table in front of him, just barely holding back an annoyed sigh as yet another wrinkly old man from the Council scolds him for his less-than-desirable conduct at the previous night’s banquet.
It’s been a long day, full of dull audits and tiresome, overly polite discussions, and all Jinhwan wants to do is curl in his bed and pass out, but the elders just can’t seem to let it go.
“Your Highness, it is simply unmannerly to disappear without any explanation when your guests are still seated,” the man says with an impatient lilt to his voice, like he was exhausted from repeating the same over and over again. Jinhwan almost pities him. “It is insulting, injudicious and it gives them the wrong impression. Especially if it is guests of their standing, and especially if you leave with it.”
Jinhwan doesn’t need to look up from his seat to guess the expression it was wearing. A scowl, eyebrows furrowed: the picture of defiance.
The man’s resolve wavers at the glare, and the corner of Jinhwan’s mouth quirks up briefly, amused.
“Him,” Jinhwan corrects easily, just like he always did. “And it’s not my fault, nor his, that the guests you invite to my home, in my name, are… boring.”
“Boring!” cries an elder sporting an impressive set of mustache from the back of the room. “We need to cultivate relationships, Your Highness. Our kingdom is small and frail, and constantly in precarious conditions.”
“Our kingdom is doing well enough,” Jinhwan says curtly, with his best amiable smile. “We maintain strong economic and personal relations with the highest neighbouring powers. I spend every day making sure that we’re not on the verge of war or famine.” Jinhwan shifts in his seat, keeping his back straight and folding his hands in front of him. “We don’t need Baron Yang’s friendship. No, I’m almost certain that Prince Song, his ruler, would even be thankful if we got rid of him.”
Concerned murmurs erupt in the room and Jinhwan’s smile widens.
“We won’t, of course. I understand that some of you might share his…” Greed, Jinhwan thinks. “Interests. But I do not. In fact, I’ll go as far as to say that he’s no longer welcome to my court.” Jinhwan’s voice cuts through another subsequent bout of murmurs, with an authoritative tone he’s honed with time and experience. It allows no further discussion. “We don’t need him. We have allies… And we have Hanbin,” he says, looking at the figure to his left.
“One vampire isn’t always going to be enough,” the mustached elder says. Jinhwan doesn’t know if he should take it as a vague threat.
“It’s been enough for the seven years he’s served me, and for the previous fifty-one he’s served my father,” Jinhwan says and stands, effectively ending the conversation. Hanbin aptly moves the uncomfortable wooden chair back for him. “Enough of this now. If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I’ll go back to my rooms for the night.”
*
“They will try to poison you one day, you know that, right?” Hanbin tells him once they’re out of everybody’s earshot.
Jinhwan can feel Hanbin’s eyes on the back of his head as they walk down the dark corridor to Jinhwan’s room, the vampire walking three steps behind him as per etiquette.
“We’re not in the Middle Ages, Hanbin. People don’t really do that anymore,” Jinhwan hums, keeping his gaze ahead. He nods at the guards when they bow their heads and open the doors for the two of them.
“I’m not that old, Master.”
“And I’m not that worried,” Jinhwan says, sincere. The heavy doors close behind them and the king turns to finally look at Hanbin properly in the dimly lit room. “You’re always with me, are you not?”
“Hm. Of course,” Hanbin agrees easily. “Just be careful. I don’t trust any of them.”
“Would you feel better if I ordered you to kill them all?” Jinhwan asks, shrugging off his black tailcoat for Hanbin to take.
Hanbin scoffs, looking like he’s seriously weighing the option. “Yes,” he says eventually, hanging the coat on the back of a chair. “But right now it’s not the wisest decision. It would be… injudicious,” he makes a face, parroting the elder from the Council. “It took us— you years to re-establish an equilibrium in the kingdom after your father’s passing.”
“Us,” Jinhwan says and sits on the plush burgundy sofa, patting the spot next to him. “You can say us. I wouldn’t have made it far without your mentoring.”
Hanbin’s expression softens as he takes his seat next to Jinhwan. He watches the young king undo his ascot, the item he always claims to be the most suffocating, and then slowly lay his head on Hanbin’s legs.
It’s not a secret that this is Hanbin’s favourite part of their nighttime routine: he’s finally allowed to have his hands on Jinhwan, allowed to be intimate with him in a way he craves every hour of the day, allowed to soothe his own long-dead soul — another day has passed and Jinhwan is safe. Hanbin buries his fingers in Jinhwan’s soft hair, feeling the stress seep out of the king’s bones right away.
“Hanbin?”
“Yes, Master?”
“You could kill me at any given time, right?”
Hanbin stops carding his fingers abruptly. “No, I couldn’t.”
“Because of the contract.”
Hanbin hums in confirmation, resuming his gentle petting when Jinhwan’s small hand comes up to gently tap his. “I can’t hurt you in any way. I follow your orders. I protect you,” he whispers, like a mantra. He caresses Jinhwan’s pale ear with the tip of his almond-shaped claw. “I serve you.”
Hanbin sees goosebumps rise on the skin of Jinhwan’s neck. The king lets out a sigh, eyes fluttering closed. “Potentially, though. You could kill me. And everybody at the palace, get out of it unharmed.”
The vampire frowns. “Potentially,” he concedes, not liking Jinhwan’s choice of topic. Usually, Jinhwan liked to complain about his day and Hanbin was more than happy to listen, despite almost always standing by his side. It was nice to have the human’s perspective.
“Potentially, you could’ve killed my father when he found you. You could’ve taken the crown and reigned forever.”
“Potentially,” Hanbin repeats, twirling a strand of Jinhwan’s hair, sensing the question ahead.
“But you didn’t. Why?” he asks and turns to look up at the vampire. Hanbin’s hand slips from Jinhwan’s hair and comes to rest on his chest, over his tailored waistcoat. “Why did you make a binding contract with him?”
Hanbin sighs and takes a second to feel the thrum of Jinhwan’s heartbeat under his fingers, grounding him to the present. He never liked to think about who he was back then, and Jinhwan had hardly ever pushed him —until today.
“Why do you want to know?”
“At the banquet,” Jinhwan says, placing his hand over Hanbin’s on his chest. “The Baron said… some things.” It’s vague, but Hanbin thinks he understands. There had been a lot of gossip and astonishment, both at the court and among the common folk, when the king father had taken him in. Employing a vampire to protect the kingdom was practically unheard of, even in more powerful countries.
Hanbin takes a deep breath. “Well, I was… out of control when your father and his men managed to capture me,” he looks ahead while he speaks, a flurry of memories swirling before his eyes. He remembers it all: the thirst, the anger, the loneliness. “I was a fairly young vampire and the one who turned me left me to my own devices. I didn’t know how to control it, I— I killed many, Master, and at times it wasn’t to feed. I killed because I could. I killed enough to send towns in terror. And then I was caught, because I was foolish and reckless and I thought I was invincible.”
Hanbin doesn’t know if the king father had ever told Jinhwan about any of this, but Jinhwan knew he was dangerous, powerful. Yet he laid his head in Hanbin’s lap every night, without fail. Trusted him with his life.
Jinhwan’s small, soft hand is warm on his. He twines their fingers together.
“When your uncle was ready to stab me through the heart, your father intervened. Even though I deserved it. I deserved to die.”
“Hanbin—” Jinhwan starts, squeezing his fingers but Hanbin cuts him off.
“No,” he says, firm. He remembers the pain of the blades piercing through him, pinning him to the ground, but he also remembers the relief. It’s finally over , he had thought. “No. It would’ve been the right way, Master. My hands were bloody, but your father…He said he had read in the old scriptures that one could control vampires through binding contracts. Both parties had to agree on the terms, and breaking the contract would lead to death of the rule-breaker. You know this part.”
Hanbin looks down at him for the first time since he’s started speaking and Jinhwan nods. A day like that was nearly impossible to forget.
When the king father had died, Hanbin and Jinhwan had to immediately make a binding contract of their own. The terms had been the same, and Hanbin had agreed with no hesitation. He had served the late king for half a century, he had done it well and he wasn’t going to leave Jinhwan with no real guidance, like a pawn in the hands of the Council. Jinhwan’s eyes had been wet and puffy from crying, but they had been determined too. There was no uncertainty when he’d spoken, no faltering when he’d slashed his palm open, no wavering when they had shaken hands and their blood had mixed, binding them forever.
‘Till death do us part, Jinhwan likes to say with a mischievous glint in his eyes, because he’s young and silly, and a downright menace when he wants to be. Hanbin usually just shakes his head and hides the curve of his smile.
“I accepted because your father spared my life. But it wasn’t just that, just his mercy. My life wasn’t much, not when I was a human, not when I turned. Your father gave me a purpose. It was serving the Kingdom, the Royal Family,” Hanbin speaks slowly, struggling to find the words to make Jinhwan understand. “I finally had a reason to keep going, even as the monster (Hanbin’s lip curls in disgust around the word) I am now. And like this, with the binding contract, I was also relinquishing control. Your father— and now you, you take care of me. You guide me in ways I can’t guide you. You keep me safe, maybe not physically, but from myself. You don’t let me spiral, because I need to take care of you. What your father gave me was a gift , Master, despite everything I’ve done.”
Jinhwan brings Hanbin’s hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles gently, lovingly. He sits up and twists so he can cup the vampire’s face, pecking his lips sweetly as well. “Father gave us both a gift when he saved you. I wish we had been properly introduced before he passed, so I could’ve thanked him for it. I tell him that every time I pray.”
Hanbin breaks their eye contact, feeling bashful as he always did whenever Jinhwan was outspoken with his affection. He knew just how hard it came to the king to vocalize his feelings, and he always felt unworthy of something so special. He was never supposed to entertain Jinhwan’s whims like this in the first place — Jinhwan kisses him again, still gentle, and Hanbin is quick to reciprocate— but he’s so weak for the man.
Jinhwan detaches and brushes a rogue strand of hair from Hanbin’s forehead, moving to stand up. The king’s eyes are sleepy, but Hanbin knows what the gaze he’s being subjected to means.
“Undress me,” Jinhwan says easily, and Hanbin is on his feet to comply right away. He undoes the buttons of his waistcoat, pushes it past his broad shoulders and does the same with the soft white shirt underneath. Seeing Jinhwan’s bare skin isn’t at all a new sight, but after being so raw and open with him Hanbin badly wants to feel the comfort of it with his hands and lips. Instead, he folds the shirt neatly and places it at the end of the bed, together with the waistcoat.
Jinhwan sits next to the pile of clothes and Hanbin sinks to his knees when he’s given a downwards nod. He focuses on taking Jinhwan’s leather shoes off, a task he knows he shouldn’t enjoy as much as he does. He likes to grab the curve of Jinhwan’s ankle as he slips off his shoe and then his sock, and he likes to briefly trace the top of his foot, to watch the toes curl because Jinhwan is ticklish there.
He likes little details like these, he likes methodic, routine, safety.
Hanbin sets Jinhwan’s shoes and socks aside, and sits up to unbutton the king’s pants, but he doesn’t go far. Jinhwan’s thumb comes to trace Hanbin’s plump bottom lip, pressing lightly on it until the vampire opens his mouth to lick at the tip. But instead of letting Hanbin suck on his fingers, he pushes them over the other’s sensitive teeth. Hanbin flinches a little, trying to mumble a confused Master? but Jinhwan shushes him, thumbing his sharp canine.
“It’s alright,” he whispers and one of his eyebrows twitches just barely when the tooth pierces his skin. His free hand tugs at Hanbin’s hair to keep him in place when the vampire attempts to move back. “It’s alright,” he assures, pushing his thumb on Hanbin’s canine to slice more of his finger.
Hanbin’s pupils dilate as soon as he gets a taste of Jinhwan’s blood, and then he’s sucking on his thumb, eager. It doesn’t last long, as Hanbin’s saliva heals the cut almost immediately, but it serves the exact purpose Jinhwan had in mind. Hanbin’s more at ease, more willing to feed on Jinhwan further.
“Take more,” Jinhwan demands but again, Hanbin hesitates, eyes wide and torn. He’s not supposed to. Jinhwan has scheduled his next official feeding in a couple of days — a murderer set to hang the following week. He shouldn’t.
“Take. More.” Jinhwan frowns, not used to having to repeat things twice, and presses his bare foot down on Hanbin’s clothed crotch. Hanbin makes a low sound in the back of his throat and closes his eyes briefly. “As a treat,” Jinhwan adds, voice like velvet, offering up his wrist to him.
Hanbin swallows and nods a couple of times. “Y-yes,” he says with poorly veiled excitement. He takes Jinhwan’s wrist with both of his hands, like it’s something precious, and is confused when suddenly the king poses some resistance.
“Yes, what?”
Hanbin looks up at Jinhwan’s smug little face. He never requests himself that the vampire address him with his title in private, it simply comes natural to Hanbin by now.
On the other hand, submission really doesn’t come natural to him. His instincts are those of a predator, and his character is confrontational at best whenever he’s challenged or threatened, if his interactions with the Council are anything to go by. So, this is entirely his choice. Jinhwan had just asked him if he wanted to play.
Hanbin lowers his eyes. “Yes, Master,” he amends and Jinhwan praises him, lets him bring his wrist to his lips.
The king shivers when Hanbin’s fangs sink into his flesh. The pain is only fleeting, gone after the initial sting. The old books have no real explanation for it, but it’s said that at times the effects vampires have on their victims are not unlike those given by the most powerful aphrodisiacs. Jinhwan can certainly attest to that. His dick is steadily filling up and he’s just watching Hanbin’s lips suck around the bite marks on his wrist.
If someone asked, he could only describe the experience as a toe-curling thrill, and its illicitness (what they’re doing is unquestionably outside the terms of their pact) only serves to make him twitch inside his pants. It’s not even sensual, per se. Sure, the way Hanbin feeds is captivating, but it’s not… refined by all means. It’s primal, wild: blood stains his lips and chin, drips down his neck, soaks his expensive shirt.
Jinhwan bites on his lip hard to stifle a moan and steps on Hanbin’s crotch again (he whimpers), finding him just as stiff as him. “Fuck,” he sighs. “Hanbin, s-stop. Finish undressing me.”
Hanbin’s hands spasm around Jinhwan’s wrist, reluctant to let go. He gives one last lick to the bruised skin — it’ll heal before the sun is up in the morning — and finally obeys, seemingly coming back to himself. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grimacing at the tackiness of the drying blood.
“Master, maybe we should—”
“I’m not really in the mood to be tested right now,” Jinhwan says, brushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. He sounds bratty, like the spoiled prince he used to be. “Here’s how it’s going to be: you’ll get me out of my pants, then you’ll feed on me again—you will, Hanbin — and then you’ll suck me.”
“Y-yes, but—”
Jinhwan smiles and pulls Hanbin in for a kiss. Tasting his own blood on the vampire’s lips shouldn’t feel as erotic as it does, he thinks, but he chases the flavour all the same. “Quit worrying, Hanbin. I’ll stop you when it’s enough. You have to trust my judgment.”
Hanbin nods, still looking somewhat uncertain but complying, as always. With Jinhwan’s help he slides down the king’s pants, tailored like the rest of his attire, and then his drawers.
It’s odd how even when Jinhwan is completely naked, an ideal prey, Hanbin is the one left feeling more vulnerable.
Hanbin doesn’t touch Jinhwan —the king hasn’t asked for his hands yet— but he looks. For a moment, Jinhwan lets him drink the sight, seeks out the attention Hanbin is so willing to give him.
Hanbin uses that short while to mentally make a list of his favorite features on Jinhwan.
The paleness of his skin, which rivals Hanbin’s deadly pallor. The beauty marks peppered all over his body. The slight softness of his stomach. The endearing flush on his cheeks. The fine hairs that grow more coarse around his cock. His cock. The fullness of it. How it curves. How wet the tip gets.
Hanbin’s mouth starts to water differently than when he craves blood.
“Shoes off. Shirt as well.” Jinhwan instructs, gracefully moving backwards until he’s leaning on the soft, expensive cushions that crowd the bed. His milky skin contrasts nicely with the burgundy sheets.
Hanbin briefly thinks that Jinhwan looks delectable, like the sweetest foreign delicacy— He must’ve drunk more than he thought to have these wild musings. He still feels in control of his actions though, so he obeys, taking his time with his stained shirt. He’ll have to throw it in the fireplace later, so the maids don’t see the blood on it and alarm the entire castle. That’d lead to a stake to the heart without a shadow of doubt.
When he looks back at Jinhwan, the king’s eyes are nowhere near his face, but much much lower, to the erection tenting his pants.
“Come here,” Jinhwan says urgently, probably on an adrenaline high after being fed on.
Hanbin follows the siren call. He settles between Jinhwan’s spread legs, barely grazing his skin until he gets Jinhwan’s non-verbal permission to touch him.
Then, in an instant, he’s back to kissing Jinhwan, and back to being kissed, licked, bitten. Jinhwan gives as good as he gets, always has.
Hanbin’s lips and chin feel sticky with dried blood and saliva, but Jinhwan laps it all up without a second thought. If Hanbin could blush, he thinks he probably would now.
“You’re such a messy eater,” Jinhwan pants with an awed tone. His warm hands travel up to Hanbin’s previously neat hair and pull hard. Hanbin tilts his head back with a groan, closing his eyes.
“I apologize, Master,” he whispers, almost distractedly. His pants are starting to feel like a prison for his dick.
Jinhwan’s lips brush on the skin of Hanbin’s neck, sullied with more of his own blood but otherwise unmarred. “No need. I like it,” he admits, before abruptly biting down.
He doesn’t break the skin, of course — with his dull human teeth he couldn’t even if he wanted to. But the initial sharp sting is enough to make Hanbin cry out. Jinhwan does it again and again, until Hanbin feels breathless even though he doesn’t need air.
“Changed my mind,” Jinhwan says when he stops the onslaught. “Suck me now.”
Once again, Hanbin goes easily.
“Mind the teeth,” Jinhwan reminds him when Hanbin’s at eye level with his cock. Hanbin shoots him a vexed look. As if he needs prompting.
Jinhwan grins, amused. “Alright, I apologi— Ah!”
Hanbin’s plump lips wrap nicely around the tip of Jinhwan’s dick. He suckles and tongues the slit, teases Jinhwan until his hand is in Hanbin’s hair, pushing him down, demanding, impatient.
Hanbin sinks on Jinhwan’s cock deftly, welcomes its weight on his tongue. He doesn’t gag anymore, so he’s able to swallow him till his nose brushes against the hair at the base. The king is tense under him, likely trying not to spill into his mouth already —he’s always been more sensitive at nighttime, he thinks, smug.
“Oh, fuck,” Jinhwan gasps as if on cue, squeezing his eyes shut. His fingers twist in Hanbin’s hair, no longer directing him, so Hanbin builds a quick, methodic rhythm.
His claws bite into the soft skin of Jinhwan’s trembling thighs as he holds them open. Spit pools at the base of Jinhwan’s cock. Hanbin closes his eyes and listens to the sounds that echo in the dim room. Jinhwan’s moans. The wet slide of his mouth. He’s so desperately hard.
Jinhwan throws his head back and curses. “Oh! Fuck, fuck. Pull off, pull off. Don’t wanna come yet,” he says and Hanbin does with a gross, wet sound. He licks his lips.
Before him, Jinhwan’s cock is stiff and soaked in Hanbin’s spit. It’s almost disappointing to stop now. But if it’s what Jinhwan wishes…
“You look— incredible,” the king whispers, with heavy-lidded eyes.
Hanbin almost lets out a laugh. “I highly doubt that.”
“Believe me,” he says, still out of breath. “I want— I want— while you bite me.”
Hanbin nods in understanding and moves Jinhwan’s right leg further up, noses along his thigh. “Here?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Hanbin presses a kiss to Jinhwan’s inner thigh in a quiet thank you, once, twice. On the third time, he bites down. Jinhwan’s body jolts on its own and he grabs at Hanbin’s back and shoulders. His nails dig into the skin there, but the reddish rake trails heal immediately.
Hanbin’s thoughts get muddled after that.
There’s so much blood.
He’s going to have to burn the sheets as well.
The saccharine taste coating his tongue is sending his brain to overdrive. He’s sure that Jinhwan's blood fills him differently than any other human. It is pointless to compare, he just feels it in his bloodstream.
His dick seems to just have gotten harder and Jinhwan— Jinhwan is writhing, begging— begging him to make him come.
When Jinhwan’s other leg clamps on him, Hanbin traps it under his armpit unceremoniously —he won’t be interrupted. His clawed hand simply wraps around Jinhwan’s dick.
Jinhwan watches it with glassy eyes, mesmerized. He’s seen the raw power that hand holds. Hanbin could easily use his claws to tear him apart, devour him whole, yet he uses his body to please Jinhwan, his king, his Master.
Hanbin jerks him off without breaking away from his meal, both of the slick sounds blending together in a sickening cacophony. Is he sick too, for enjoying it so much?
He feels lightheaded, the amount of blood Hanbin has ingested starting to take a toll on him. But they can’t stop now, not when his orgasm is so close, so close— if just—
As if reading his mind, Hanbin’s grip on his dick tightens. It’s painful. It hurts— everywhere. His balls, his cock, his thigh, even his wrist, faintly.
But it hurts so fucking good.
Jinhwan feels it: his toes curl and his back arches off the bed as his orgasm crashes into him like a wave.
“Hanbin, Hanbin, Hanbin,” he says with bated breath, like a chant, shooting over his stomach and Hanbin’s fingers.
The vampire strokes him through the aftershock, but shows no sign of putting an end to the feeding.
“Shit, Hanbin, baby,” Jinhwan groans, managing to loosen up Hanbin’s hand and yank it off his dick. Hanbin doesn’t appear to have even noticed, lapping up blood gushing from his thigh.
Jinhwan wriggles his left leg until it’s free, and he pushes at Hanbin’s shoulder, trying to pry him off physically.
“Hanbin, I command you to stop you— ah, fuck,” he mutters. Is his vision going spotty? He definitely feels sleepy. “Hanbin!”
The subsequent stillness feels both a second and a century long.
Perhaps Hanbin feels him teetering on the edge of unconsciousness through their binding contract, or perhaps he simply wins over his instincts, but suddenly he’s off Jinhwan.
He recoils unnaturally fast. He presses a shaky hand to his mouth, horrified. His eyes are wide with panic. “Fuck. Fuck, Master. I’m so sorry— I couldn’t— I couldn’t—”
Jinhwan lies back and attempts to regain his breath. His head is spinning. “Hey… It’s alright, it’s alright—”
“It’s not fucking alright!”
“Hanbin.”
“Master— This— We can’t—”
“Hanbin,” Jinhwan repeats with a soothing voice and a loopy smile on his face. His heaving has slowed down considerably. “I’m perfectly fine, see?”
Jinhwan knows how he looks — satisfied. A little worse for wear, but content. Hanbin sits back on his heels and relaxes, but only slightly.
“I could’ve seriously injured you. I could’ve— We cannot do this again.”
His tone admits no further discussion and Jinhwan would’ve protested, if he believed him. Luckily for him, he’s persuasive. For the moment, though, he keeps silent and reaches out for the unsettled vampire. His brain feels foggy still, his movements syrupy slow, just like when he smokes opium. The bite on his thigh stings, but it’ll heal. He’s fine.
Jinhwan wipes the blood off Hanbin’s face the best he can with his bare hands. It doesn’t do much to clean him: they’re both going to need a bath. It’s gonna be a feat without getting seen by the guards or waking the maids.
“I love the way you look right now,” Jinhwan can’t help but say. Hanbin lowers his gaze in shame.
“Please… Like a monster? Dangerous?”
Jinhwan hums. “Dangerous— maybe. The kind that thrills you, though. I feel alive the most when we do this.”
Hanbin scoffs and leans away from Jinhwan’s hands. “Master, allow me to say that you’re foolish.”
“Perhaps,” the king whispers, dragging his hand down Hanbin’s torso. The vampire instinctively leans back into the touch. “Humans are foolish creatures. Don’t you agree?”
Hanbin swallows. “Yes.”
Jinhwan unbuttons Hanbin’s pants and slips his hand inside—thankfully, he’s still hard. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” Hanbin repeats. “Master,” he adds. Jinhwan smirks.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Jinhwan asks once he has a firm grip on Hanbin’s dick. Hanbin’s hips stutter as if to answer in his stead.
“Yes.”
Jinhwan hums again. He strokes Hanbin slowly. It’s on the dry side, but it’s nothing the vampire can’t handle. “But you can’t now, can you? Wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back, hm?”
“No,” Hanbin says, sounding miserable. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I wanted this,” Jinhwan reassures. “I asked for this, didn’t I?”
Hanbin gives him a barely-there nod and bites his lip to keep from moaning. Jinhwan squeezes his cock.
“Let me hear you,” he says, gently.
Hanbin nods again. “Yes. Yes—Ah. Faster, I’m so close,” he grunts.
Jinhwan jerks him at the same pace, if not slower. “There is a way we could do this in complete safety, you know?” He hopes his words aren’t slurring together.
“What is it, Master?” Hanbin asks mindlessly, frustrated.
Jinhwan relents and speeds up, watching Hanbin close his eyes and his face twitch with pleasure. The vampire is looming over him now, propped up with a hand on the carved headboard. His hips are fucking into Jinhwan’s fist, unhappy with the tempo the king has set.
“Turn me.”
Hanbin’s eyebrows pinch together, but he doesn’t even bother opening his eyes. They’ve had this discussion before. “Ff—No.”
“Turn me. I’d be able to keep up with you.” Jinhwan insists, knowing he sounds petulant. The slide of Hanbin’s cock is comfortable now, with the sweat of Jinhwan’s palm and Hanbin’s own pre-cum. Jinhwan suddenly regrets choosing this moment to bring up the topic — it would’ve been foolproof if Hanbin had been inside him. “We’d be equals, Hanbin.”
“I said—no—ah!”
“Hanbin.”
“Attempting to manipulate me through sex won’t work,” Hanbin grits out. The wooden headboard creaks under his grip.
“What will, then?” Jinhwan inquires, miffed. Hanbin still hasn’t looked at him.
Hanbin shakes his head. “Nothing will. Ever.”
The king scoffs. Hanbin’s steadfastness is both a blessing and a curse. He really is a foolish human, for falling for him. He might as well tell him.
“You know, it is true that I’m foolish, but…” Jinhwan’s unoccupied hand comes up to cup Hanbin’s cheek. When the vampire’s eyes flutter open and lock on Jinhwan’s, he whispers: “I love you.”
Hanbin’s eyebrows shoot up and the headboard cracks somewhere above the king’s head. “J-Jinhwan,” Hanbin gasps and with a final thrust he spills in Jinhwan’s hand.
Jinhwan can’t help but laugh at the shell shocked expression Hanbin is wearing.
“You mean it?”
“Of course I mean it.”
Hanbin opens and closes his mouth like a fish. Then: “You don’t know—”
“I know it.” Jinhwan interrupts, wipes his hand on the soiled sheets. “I’m twenty-nine years of age and I am your king. I know what I say.”
“Alright,” Hanbin concedes. He smiles bashfully, still in disbelief. He looks the age he’s been turned, just two years younger than Jinhwan is currently. He looks… alive. “I suppose monsters can be foolish as well, after all.”
Jinhwan’s smile spreads slowly on his face, understanding. “Oh?”
“I love you, too.”
Jinhwan pulls him down for another filthy kiss.