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Hoseok hasn't always known that he was a special vampire; that was something that he realized over time after interacting with other vampires.
It's not even the cool kind of special as he didn’t have superpowers like super speed or super strength. No, it's just that his fangs hurt from time to time, and when the pain comes, there's nothing that could make it stop except if he sank his teeth into something warm and living. It was Jimin, another vampire, who told them that that's not normal, that it's not supposed to be happening. While it's normal for freshly turned vampires, it normally lasts for a month or so before the pain disappeares. Hoseok was turned over five years ago and Jimin found it very concerning that Hoseok was still in pain.
That's how he ended up at the doctor, describing all his problems and how he was turned, and the doctor said this must be happening because the vampire who turned him left him on his own. He was supposed to create a bond with that man, (or at least, he thought that it was a man who turned him) but that never happened. The doctor explained to him that it's crucial for fledglings to feed on their masters to help them adjust to the changes. One of the biggest changes was, of course, his new, sharp teeth, and he couldn't get used to them because he immediately had to resort to drinking blood from a bag.
Hoseok knew that the standard procedure for fledgling was to drink blood from the vampire who turned them, however he had no idea that there was a reason why everyone did it. He thought it was mere tradition, but apparently, he was very wrong about that.
The doctor couldn't offer him any solution at the time, claiming that he wasn't really a specialist in this field and that he had to have further discussions with his colleague before he could help Hoseok. However, he handed him a pamphlet about a service for abandoned vampires who need to sink their teeth into someone. Hoseok wanted to groan and bury his face in his palm. Where was this when he was turned? Why did nobody tell him about it?
The service offered an opportunity to feed on older vampire's therefore soothing the ache that young vampires may be experiencing. Hoseok liked the sound of it, and the doctor told him that there was a possibility that his problem might just go away after feeding on someone a few times. Hoseok liked the sound of that even more; he was already scared that maybe they would take his fangs from him, but this alternative option eased his mind.
So next time, his fangs started aching, he typed in the URL that was on the pamphlet and clicked on the signup button. He was very impressed by how thorough this company was. He had to answer a lot of questions about his needs before they would pair him up with another vampire. He only really hesitated when he reached one particular section.
I'd like my assigned partner…
- To provide me with comfort and safety.
- To help me with my physical needs.
- All of the above.
Hoseok was confused for a second. Biting another vampire is helping him with a physical need, aka making his pain disappear, but he doubts that's what they actually meant. It was more likely that physical need was another word for sexual need, which was understandable — a lot of them get turned on while feeding, not that Hoseok would know. That was just what he heard from Jimin.
He didn't think that he was going to need that type of service so he selected the first option. Also, it would be terribly awkward if they assigned him to a person he doesn't find attractive. It made more sense to go with the safer option.
He had to upload a picture of himself as well. That was the very last thing before he could finally click the submit button. He didn't worry too much about it, just uploaded a recent selfie that he took in his bed and sent his application on its way.
The site promised that they would be fast and they weren’t lying at all. He ended up meeting Min Yoongi five hours later. As Hoseok learned, Yoongi was a few hundred-year-old vampire who had been offering his services for about a decade. And he is incredibly beautiful — all vampires are beautiful but he is really something else. When he first let the satin shirt slip off his shoulder, exposing the skin of his neck, Hoseok instantly regretted not picking the C option because he wasn’t sure how he could keep his erection hidden.
At first, he was nervous, but it quickly changed when his fang sank into Yoongi’s shoulder and the pain left his body all at once. All he could feel was a pleasant buzzing in his veins as they sat there on the couch with Hoseok awkwardly leaning over him. It was a success, so they ended up discussing that Hoseok would like to see Yoongi another time too.
It’s all been nice and lovely, except Hoseok has started falling for the older. He didn’t mean to but no vampire ever cared for him like that. He’s fully aware that this is Yoongi’s job and that he does it for other vampires too, that he’s not special, but he can’t seem to stop himself from falling.
The other bad news is that the more he likes Yoongi, the more aroused he gets when he bites him. The last two times the other was here, Hoseok could swear that Yoongi knew how much he wanted him, he just didn’t say anything because he was too polite. It’s embarrassing.
If he knew any better, he would break his contract with Yoongi and just hire another vampire, but he’s content with being dumb, so the next time his fangs start hurting, he calls Yoongi again.
“I’ve been worried,” Yoongi admits as he puts his jacket on the arm of the couch. “You haven’t called in so long.”
Hoseok used to call him every week, but aches aren’t as frequent anymore. It’s been three weeks since he last saw Yoongi. It’s been so long that he considered faking having pains just to have a reason to call him over.
“I think it’s getting less frequent,” Hoseok says, watching as the other walks over to him and sits down on the couch, in the same spot that he always does.
“Really? The doctor might have been right then. Our little sessions are healing you,” Yoongi says, his eyebrows raised in surprise but he looks pleased with the results. “I wasn’t sure it would work if I’m being honest.”
“I didn’t know what to expect but I’m glad I’m not just wasting your time,” Hoseok smiles. He’s not too thrilled about getting healed so soon. The thought of saying goodbye to Yoongi makes him sad. He wants to keep seeing him, but this service is only offered to freshly turned vampires and he’s already an exception.
“No time spent with you is wasted,” Yoongi says, his hand pulling aside the black satin shirt like he always does. Hoseok turns, folding his legs under him and putting a hand on the couch next to Yoongi’s thigh, to support himself as he starts slowly leaning closer.
“Hyung,” he mutters, feeling shy. The older is always so nice, so kind to him — if he still had a beating heart, it would be racing from those words.
Before his lips could touch his shoulder, Yoongi wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him into his lap, so he’s left straddling him with wide, surprised eyes. They’ve always had distance between them — Hoseok made sure of that, otherwise, it would be difficult to hide the fact that he gets hard as soon as he bites Yoongi.
The older gently caresses his cheek as he says, “You know we don’t have to stop seeing each other after you’re all healed, right?”
“We don’t?” Hoseok asks, even more surprised. “Bu–But the service—”
“I meant outside the service, Seok-ah,” Yoongi explains, his hand settling in the crock of his neck.
“As friends?” Hoseok probes. “Or…More? I’d really like it if it was for more.”
Now that Yoongi has opened the door a bit, Hoseok has no problem pushing it further. He’s been dying to say something himself, but he didn’t know if he was allowed to. He didn’t want to violate their contract or step out of line.
“Definitely something more,” Yoongi chuckles. “It’s been tough enough to endure the physical distance that you keep putting between us. I can’t pretend like I’m not into you for the rest of eternity.”
Hoseok averts his eyes. “I didn’t know if I could… you know.”
“I don’t blame you,” Yoongi assures. “But you should know that you are the sweetest torture I have ever had to endure.”
Hoseok can’t stop smiling when his eyes meet Yoongi’s again. He’s so happy to hear those words. Just then a thought occurs to him.
“Do you enjoy it when I bite you? I mean… do you feel pleasure too?” He’s not sure how he never thought to ask this. He was likely too wrapped up in his own thoughts about how nice it feels.
“I’ve never really felt anything before you, but I do now. I think it’s just because I like you,” Yoongi confesses, his hands finding the younger’s waist, pulling their bodies a little closer. “I like the little noises that you make and I like how you try to hide how much this turns you on. This time, however, I don’t want you to hold back, okay? Can you do that for hyung?”
Hoseok’s eyes fall to his shoulder as the other speaks, the anticipation already building inside his stomach. His fangs never leave a mark there but he can imagine the two little puncture wounds and the blood trickling down on pale skin. Yoongi cocks his head to the side, giving him the go-ahead and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans in, pressing a small kiss to his skin before he opens his mouth and sinks his fangs into his flesh.
Before today he would try to swallow down his noises, but today Hoseok lets out a muffled moan at the sensation, pressing his body close to Yoongi’s, his hands gripping his shoulder and the other wraps his arms around his waist. He thinks he can hear Yoongi whisper ‘finally’ , but he’s not sure he heard him correctly.
Every time his fangs are buried deep in Yoongi’s shoulder, a sense of satisfaction comes over him. It fills up every crevice of his body, and from head to toe, he feels content and warm. He could fall asleep on top of him so easily, letting his fang warm all night long. The way Yoongi is rubbing his back makes him melt into him even further.
The heat simmers slowly in his stomach until Yoongi’s big hands travel down his back and squeeze his ass. It’s like the floodgate has opened and his body fills up with the need to rut against the older. It’s the first time that he gives way to his urges and moves his hips against Yoongi’s.
“There we go,” Yoongi purrs, his voice nearly as sweet as the drops of blood that fill Hoseok’s mouth. “So quick to listen to his hyung’s commands. What a good little vampire.”
He moans again, pressing his ass down on the older’s crotch, feeling pleased by the fact that Yoongi is getting hard as quickly as him. It allows Hoseok to strip all his shame away and bite down harder, his hands reaching to blindly unbutton the satin shirt. He wants Yoongi so much. Wants him right now. Biting him is no longer enough now that he knows that their feelings are mutual.
“Ah, fuck. This couch may not be appropriate for what we want to do, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi warns, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he’s arching his back, pushing into Hoseok’s touch as he gets acquainted with his upper body.
Part of his brain points out that Yoongi is right about that, but the other part is too horny to function. It’s Yoongi’s gasp that makes him pull away eventually because he wants to make him moan properly and it’s much harder to do it on the couch.
“Do you want to go to my be—” Before Hoseok could even finish the sentence, Yoongi closes the distance between them, kissing him hungrily, like he’d been waiting to do it since the first day. Hoseok kisses him back with the same passion, his tongue finding the other’s and he thinks he could do this for the rest of his never ending life.
He almost wishes that Yoongi didn’t kiss him because pulling away from him was a difficult task and now he has to do it again but that’s not what Hoseok really wants to do. He wants to be close to him, wants to be inside him, wants to become one with him.
Yoongi’s arm wraps around his middle while his other hand grasps Hoseok’s jaw, pushing him away from his mouth. Hoseok is reminded in that second just how strong the other vampire is purely because he’s much, much older than him. He whines in his grasp, silently begging for more kisses as Yoongi gazes at him lovingly.
“How did you survive the last few months when you’re this needy?” Yoongi muses, his index finger softly stroking the younger’s face.
“I didn’t know I could have you then, but now it’s all I can think about,” Hoseok confesses without any shame. Only a fool would be scared to admit it — Yoongi is easily the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this planet. His cold skin, warm voice, and pink lips are enough for Hoseok to want to start his own cult just so he can worship Yoongi all day long.
“Fuck, you’re so cute.” Yoongi presses a lingering kiss to his lips before pulling away once more. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen, okay? You’re going to take me to your bedroom and you’re going to fuck me. I hope I don’t have to add that you can bite me anywhere you like. I heal fast.”
Hoseok moans at the thought of being buried inside Yoongi’s body in more than one way. It’s the hottest thing he has ever heard and he wouldn’t dream of turning down a demand like that. He tries to nod his head in agreement but it’s hard to move when the grip on his jaw is so tight.
“Yes, please! Thank you, hyungie,” he whines, trying to grind down on the other’s thigh, searching for some sort of friction. “I wanna be inside you so much.”
“Then show me the way,” Yoongi purrs, finally releasing Hoseok. The distance from the living room to the bedroom is short; in one second they are in the living room and in the next one Yoongi’s on his back, unbuttoning his shirt while Hoseok tries to discard his own clothing. Undressing has never been so difficult because he doesn’t want to look away for a second. He needs to see Yoongi’s long fingers reach for the last button. Needs to see all the naked skin be revealed to him slowly as Yoongi teasingly exposes his stomach.
“Don’t take it off,” Hoseok pleads when the older is about to pull his arm out of the sleeve. “I–I really like the way this shirt looks on you… Can you just leave it like this?”
“Of course,” Yoongi smiles, and reaches for his pants instead. Hoseok quickly throws his own on the floor along with his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his underwear and his eyes fall to the other’s bulge. Hoseok has sucked off enough people that he immediately knows the Yoongi is big. There’s no doubt about that in his mind about it. Yoongi, of course, is a tease, so he takes his time to shimmy out of his pants. It would be so easy for him to take off his pants and underwear in one go, but he doesn’t. It’s like he enjoys Hoseok staring at him so intently and wants to draw it out as long as he can.
However patience has never been Hoseok’s strong suit so he hooks his fingers in the other’s underwear and pulls it down before Yoongi can finish kicking off his pants.
Hoseok moans again, closing his eyes for a few seconds before he opens them again just to check again, to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Yoongi’s cock is big just like he predicted, and Yoongi just lays there, looking at him, eyes heavy, his arms spread next to his body, like he really wants Hoseok to do whatever he wants with him. Hoseok’s nearly dizzy from arousal because Yoongi is so perfect in every single way. He wants to ruin him.
Without thinking too much about it, Hoseok leans down, licking a strip from the base to the tip, his lips parting to let Yoongi’s cock slide into his mouth. Yoongi curses softly above him, his hands fisting the light blue sheets and Hoseok feels his own dick twitching and aching in his underwear. He wants to touch himself but he wants to please Yoongi even more, so he places his hands on Yoongi’s thighs, making him spread them further so he can have more space to work with.
His eyes close as he sucks him harder, his tongue pressing against his length, dipping into the slit. He can’t really take all of Yoongi into his mouth, not without choking himself, and that turns him on even more. He grips his base with one hand while the other remains on his thigh and he continues sliding up and down, humming softly when Yoongi leaks precome into his mouth.
“Ahh– ‘s so good. You’re so good, Hoseokie,” Yoongi praises, his voice strained and deep. Hoseok looks up at him and nearly whines at the sight above him. Yoongi’s long hair is sticking to his skin, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyebrow furrowed and his stomach twitching like he’s holding himself back from fucking Hoseok’s mouth.
It’s an attractive concept – Yoongi fucking his mouth and Hoseok drooling around his cock. Hoseok is so sure that he could come without touching himself if he let Yoongi use his mouth. Somehow he just knows that as soon as Yoongi’s come would start filling up his mouth, he would come too. Maybe they could do that another time but not today.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Yoongi continues, his head falling back against the pillow. “Feels so nice on my shoulder. Feels even be–better like this.”
Hoseok releases him with a wet pop. He would love to keep doing this, but he feels like if he won’t fuck Yoongi soon, he might go insane. He raises up to his knees, pulling down his underwear, which has a visible wet spot on the front of it.
“So excited, aren’t you? Come here,” Yoongi orders sweetly, and Hoseok goes, connecting their lips again. He gasps into the other’s mouth as he feels Yoongi’s hand wrap around his cock. “Now move your hips and fuck my fist! Show hyung how good you can fuck.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. Hoseok’s hips snap forward into the tight ring of Yoongi’s hand. He almost feels embarrassed about how quickly Yoongi’s hand becomes slick from his precome, but the slide is so delicious that he can’t make himself care. Especially not since Yoongi keeps kissing him like he’s hungry for him. He can’t help but explore the wet heat of the older’s mouth with his tongue, tracing and tasting every inch of him. It’s so easy to imagine what it would feel like to thrust into Yoongi's mouth. He wants to do that too. He mentally adds it to the list of all the things he wants to try with Yoongi.
“Hyung,” Hoseok whines against his lips as Yoongi’s grip tightens. It’s almost painful and Hoseok likes it so much.
“Doing so well, baby,” Yoongi coos, his free hand coming up to pat Hoseok’s hair softly. “Hyung is so impressed with you. You look so beautiful like this. You sound so nice. Who knew you could listen so well?”
Hoseok lays his forehead against Yoongi’s, painting loudly as he keeps fucking his fist. His stomach tightens and relaxes as the pleasure inside his body burns like hellfire. Yoongi’s hand is so perfect for him, it’s like he knows exactly what he likes and how he likes it. It makes him wonder how Yoongi would fuck him. He wonders if he could even take him. It would be so overwhelming, to be stretched out on Yoongi’s dick, but Yoongi would be so sweet to him. He would praise him like he does now.
He freezes as soon as the pleasure becomes almost too numbing. He almost came just thinking about Yoongi filling him up. He’s usually not this needy or turned on. He has no clue what Yoongi has done to him.
“Too much?” Yoongi asks, pulling his hand away.
Hoseok nods, swallowing hard, “Yeah, just a little. You’re… too good.”
“Need to get inside me instead?”
“I should finger you first,” Hoseok says, trying to act like he wasn’t on the verge of losing his mind just a second ago. His dick aches from the lack of tightness around it as he reaches towards his nightstand for the lube.
“No need for that,” Yoongi tells him to Hoseok's surprise. “I always finger myself before coming over.” Hoseok sits back down on his knees, staring at the other in shock. “Don’t be so surprised. I need to get off before I come over. You have no idea how irresistible you are.”
A shy smile takes over Hoseok’s face. He likes hearing that Yoongi has been suffering as much as he has in the past month. It’s so nice that he’s not alone in this, that it’s not one-sided.
“Stop! I’m becoming more and more obsessed with you,” Hoseok whispers as he pours lube into the palm of his hand and smoothing it all over his own dick.
“That’s not a bad thing at all,” Yoongi grins, beckoning him to come closer with his index finger. Hoseok grips the base of his cock, bracing himself with a hand next to Yoongi’s head as he lines it up with Yoongi’s hole.
Their eyes are on each other as Hoseok takes a big breath and slowly starts breaching Yoongi. His heat and the pressure enveloping him is almost too much, and he can’t exhale until his hips are flushed against Yoongi’s ass. Only then does he let out all of the air he has been keeping inside his lungs. Yoongi’s hand finds his shoulder, pulling him down and Hoseok goes, kissing him again. He doesn’t move for a while except for his lips. He kisses Yoongi deeply and feverishly as though he’s promising that he’s going to fuck him exactly like that too. He chokes out a moan when Yoongi clenches around him.
“You can move, little bat,” Yoongi says, his hand gripping Hoseok’s ass, trying to encourage him to pull out and in.
“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok whispers. All he can feel is hot-hot-hot and tight-tight-tight – there’s no other thought in his mind as he pulls out before he slams back into him, making both of them moan loudly. He thought that Yoongi’s fist was maddening but this is even worse because his ass feels so much tighter, just so fucking good. He doesn’t think he can fuck Yoongi as long as he would like even though he wants to draw this out. Wants to please Yoongi and be his good boy.
“Seok-ah, bite me,” Yoongi orders, his voice a little more shaky than it was before as he bares his neck. Hoseok leans down, pressing his nose to Yoongi’s shoulder, drawing a line from there up his neck, exhaling the rich scent of his hyung. He smells so good. He never paid attention to other vampires’ scent before and he has no idea if it’s normal that he salivates at the smell. He doesn’t dwell on it because his fang starts to ache and he buries his teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder. His hips stutter as he’s hit with an overwhelming amount of desire again. Suddenly, he feels so complete, like he and Yoongi form one whole. Like they are each other’s missing half and they finally found each other.
He withdraws his fang and sucks, drinking some of the older’s blood. Yoongi’s taste is as heavenly as his smell. He starts thrusting deeper and harder, drinking more blood while Yoongi grips the back of his neck, pushing his face into his neck, like he wants Hoseok to drink more, to take more.
“Fuck, I– ah can feel you everywhere. ‘s so good, baby,” Yoongi squirms under him. “Such a good boy, fu–fucking me so good. So pretty for me.”
Hoseok pulls back, pushing Yoongi's knees to his chest so he can fuck him even better. He thrusts into him deeper than before and Yoongi closes his eyes, his hands gripping Hoseok’s shoulder, a series of moans leaving his lips. Hoseok’s eyes fall to his plump lips, all red and shiny, and out of nowhere, he yearns for Yoongi to bite him too, to take his blood too. He doesn’t know where all this is coming from, he just wants . Wants it so much.
“Hyung,” he breathes. “Ple–ease bite me! Want your tee—”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Yoongi sinks his teeth into his neck and this feels even more overwhelming. His pleasure doubles suddenly as though he’s suddenly able to feel Yoongi’s as well. He cries out when Yoongi traces the bite mark with his tongue and then starts sucking hard, gulping down his blood. He can feel a drop of blood escaping from the other’s lips, running down his chest, warm and sticky. Hoseok leans his forehead against Yoongi’s shoulder as he grips his waist hard, angling his hip before continuing the fast pace he set earlier. The sound of skin slapping into each other, Yoongi’s pleased hums, and Hoseok’s whimpers fill the air around them and Hoseok never experienced anything like this before — this much pleasure.
“Hyung,” he repeats with a whine in his tone. “Am I– am I good?”
Yoongi detaches his mouth from Hoseok’s neck and he grips his jaws instead, forcing Hoseok to look at him again. His lips are ruby red, another drop of blood running down his chin, and Hoseok has to remind himself that that’s his blood.
“The best. You’re doing so good,” Yoongi praises, raising his chin and pulling him closer. “Want you to ta–taste yourself on my lips.”
Hoseok licks up the blood on his chin and then he kisses Yoongi, seeking out any remnants of his own blood on his lips and in his mouth. He doesn’t taste as good as Yoongi but the fact that he’s lapping up his own blood from Yoongi’s mouth makes him lose his mind. He wraps a hand around Yoongi’s cock and starts jerking him off, matching the pace of his hips. The fire pooling low in his abdomen is getting too hot and he wants to see Yoongi come before him. Wants to see how good he did before he lets go too.
Yoongi’s cock twitches in his grasp as he swipes his thumb over his head, spreading his precome over his length, gripping him tighter. He shifts his hips again and a loud whine rips its way through Yoongi’s throat. He knows immediately that he finally found Yoongi’s prostate and he keeps thrusting inside, making sure that he brushes against it. He feels so pleased when he feels Yoongi’s body twitching under him.
“Seok-ah… Ahh— ngh , fuck, ‘gonna come,” Yoongi moans against his lips and Hoseok bites down on his lower lip, drawing blood which spills into both of their mouths. Hoseok thrust into him again and Yoongi mewls his name, his body convulsing as he comes. Hoseok pulls back to observe the way Yoongi’s face is taken over by a blissful expression, and he jerks him through his orgasm despite slowing down the movement of his hips. Fuck, Yoongi is so beautiful. Hoseok can’t get enough of him.
As soon as Hoseok starts pulling out of him, Yoongi grips his biceps almost painfully and says, “Don’t pull out! You can come inside me.”
Hoeok only hesitates for a second and then he’s back to fucking Yoongi at the same fast pace. He nearly sobs when Yoongi starts caressing his face softly, whispering praises against his lips and clenching around him. He can’t last any longer than that.
“Come for me, pretty. Fill hyung up with your come,” Yoongi whispers, and that’s all Hoseok needs. He thrusts into him one more time and then he’s coming inside him. He buries himself inside, his hips pausing as he empties his load inside his hyung, filling him up just like he asked.
It takes a moment for him to come back to reality and pull out of Yoongi. He makes sure to not look at the way his come dribbles out of his hole because he knows that he would get hard immediately. Instead, he lays down next to Yoongi, his head on his shoulder, cheek pressed to the cool satin shirt, and his arm around his stomach as they both catch their breath.
“Not how I thought today’s session would go,” Hoseok confesses, smiling and looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi smiles back at him, his hand carding through his sweaty hair, nails scratching his scalp, making Hoseok want to purr.
“And that’s a good thing, right?” Yoongi asks.
Hoseok presses a kiss to his jaw and replies, “A really good thing.”
Yoongi turns to his side so they are face to face again, their noses almost touching, and Hoseok breathes his scent in again, a nice reminder that this is real and not just a really good dream.
“I have a question, hyung,” Hoseok says, a bit reluctantly. He doesn’t want to seem dumb in front of Yoongi, but he really wants to ask. So when Yoongi nods encouragingly, he continues, “When you bit me, I felt so much. That never happened before. What does that mean?”
“Oh, right. Nobody told you about that either,” Yoongi mutters to himself before adding, “Well, that’s something that happens when you find another vampire who is a really good match for you. You can usually tell by their scent. If their smell is strong and nice, that means that they are the right one. You can share their pleasure and other emotions if you bite them.”
“Oh, I see,” Hoseok says thoughtfully. He’s never heard of this before. It seems this is just another one of those things that he missed out on because he was abandoned. “Wait a second! Did you know that we are a good match all this time?”
“Of course, I knew,” Yoongi laughs, cupping his cheek gently. “I wasn’t sure if I should say something because of our contract but there’s no use hiding it from you anymore.”
“At least, I learned something new today,” Hoseok sighs, feeling a bit disappointed. They could’ve been doing this all this time; he missed out on so much. “Do you meet a lot of vampires who are a good match for you?”
Yoongi shakes his head, his face growing fonder, “Not at all.”
“I don’t think I met anyone who smelled as nice as you,” Hoseok confesses, his hand fisting the older’s shirt. “I think I really, really like you, hyung.”
“I feel the same way, little bat,” Yoongi whispers before he kisses Hoseok again. It’s a slow and soft kiss that makes Hoseok feel like he’s being filled up with sunshine. But then Yoongi pulls away and Hoseok’s still left with some uncertainties.
“But this… this will happen again. right?”
“This? You mean us sleeping together?”
Hoseok nods.
“I was thinking about taking you on a date first, but after that sure,” Yoongi shrugs, like he didn’t just say that he wants to date him. Hoseok’s mouth pops open as he looks at Yoongi with so much excitement and adoration. ”Is that okay?”
“More than okay, hyung,” Hoseok grins, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the older’s neck. Yoongi makes some space for him between his neck and the pillow, his fingers still massaging Hoseok’s scalp softly.
“Go ahead,” Yoongi whispers before Hoseok could even ask. Hoseok’s fangs pierced Yoongi’s skin again and his body relaxed at once again. It’s not as intense now that they aren’t fucking anymore but he can still sense bits of Yoongi’s emotions — calm and happy. The knowledge that it was him who made Yoongi so content, makes him incredibly happy too. He lets the hazy sensation envelop him and dull his senses slowly until the only thing that matters is his fangs warming in Yoongi's shoulder and Yoongi’s hand patting comfortingly. The last thing Hoseok hears before falling asleep is Yoongi quietly murmuring into his ears, “Sleep well, my little bat!”