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he was laying on an elegant and vintage looking sofa, and Wooyoung was by his side smiling at him.

"Hey there, sweet."

wound.

Strangely, instead of pain he felt a numbing and weird sensation of pleasure. He even closed his eyes, moaning. There was no more struggle in him. He felt his body falling limp and allowing Wooyoung to hold him in his arms.

It felt like falling into a weird dream.

Yet, when he woke up,

could only see himself on it.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"It's just going to be a pinch. It's fine. If you get tense it's going to hurt more."

"Let me fuckin'-"

But Hongjoong could never finish that sentence because he felt the sting on his neck and then, Wooyoung's mouth getting attached to the

"H-Hey..."

"You have questions. Don't worry. You'll soon understand." Something sharp was pressed to his neck. A knife? That couldn't be possible. "I'll be gentle."

It couldn't be possible.

In that moment, Hongjoong noticed a mirror on the other wall and, for his horror and surprise,

Was Hongjoong dealing with a psycho?

He started to get nervous and his hands, before hugging the other, tried to yank him by his clothes but Wooyoung held his wrists. It was in such a tender, but strong way that Hongjoong didn't have any other option but to leave them pressed to the wall

"It's okay. It's not going to hurt you. In fact, it will make you feel better," Wooyoung kissed him again and this time, his tongue joined the party. He felt one lick, then another one. "For your kind it felt even stimulating in a sexual way. I won't take that much from you. It's fine."

Just like that, Hongjoong felt as if something was out of place. He tried to push Wooyoung away, just a little bit to see his face, but the boy didn't even bulge.

Hongjoong wasn't super strong, but he wasn't weak either.

"Hey..."

Okay, what?

Hongjoong opened his eyes, noticing how Wooyoung was way too fixated on his neck. His hands were grabbing his waist.

"Yeah, sure," Hongjoong mocked. "Are you into some kind of role-play?"

Instead of answering, Wooyoung kissed his neck.

It was shivery cold.

"Not necessary for me."

Wooyoung stepped closer to him, his knee between Hong's legs and making him whine. He felt an erection growing inside his pants and the idea of fucking in a place like this, where they were exposed in a way, was erotic and attractive.

"I could sense you the moment you first step in the salon..."

"You smell so good," Wooyoung practically purred against his skin. He caressed his cheek with the tip of his nose and avoided Joong's pouty mouth, instead going further down to his neck. It made a shiver run down his spine when he felt him inhale. "So, so good..."

allowed to be there.

Yet, he couldn't care less. Not when Wooyoung's mouth felt so good against his. Joong's hands, careless and erratic, hug him by his shoulders to bring him closer and just there, strangely, noticed how cold he was.

He didn't have too much time of think of such details

introductions were made.

Wooyoung was his name and, he just needed a few minutes of chat, some laughing, inviting him to another drink, and before he knew it Hongjoong was being pressed to a wall in what was like the emptiest and most abandoned corridor of the place. He wasn't even sure they were

The boy's smile got bigger and Hongjoong's eyes fixated in something in particular.

"It's very real."

And he was referring to the sharp fangs on the boy's mouth.

In response, the boy just laughed.

"Thanks. They are very real indeed."

Joong chuckled because of the joke and, after that,

Hongjoong felt himself blushing under the praises. He always felt awkward with them. Not because he didn't like them, it was just that he didn't know what to say after.

So, he made an effort, turned to the boy (what a surprise to see his intense eyes on him already).

"Nice... costume."

the lights of the environment.

Not knowing what to say, Hongjoong shrugged and the boy took his position by his side. There was no courtesy space. The stranger didn't avoid their arms and sides to touch.

"Nice outfit, by the way." The boy suddenly said. "It suits you."

"Thanks."

see taking in consideration the mask on the way) were sharp and attractive on itself. Looking at them Joong wished he could see his whole face.

The stranger was the owner of black hair, styled in an elegant way, dark, deep eyes and a foxy smile. His lips were red, or they looked like that under

and feeling as if the party was not as fun anymore.

Yet, before he could get too bored someone got close to him.

"Hey, there. Mind if I stuck to the wall beside you?"

It was a man, that for sure. Probably close to his age. Not taller, either, but the features of his face (or the ones he could

He stuck to his friends and talked to a few people. Yet, there was a moment where Joong felt as a third wheel considering his friends were being hit on and he just there existing. Therefore, he decided to give a stupid excuse and give them some space.

That's how he ended up alone, back to a wall

Joong did what he needed and when he got there. It was quite overwhelming. The atmosphere was great, though, it made him feel as if he was stepping in a fancy, medieval castle (or at least the gothic version of them portrayed in movies). He was sure his costume was great too. He did his best on it

⚠️ wjng ; bottom!joong ; vampires ; parties ; desire at first sight ; vampire!wy

Idea where Halloween is getting closer and Joong's friends decided to invite him to a mascarade. The theme, beside the obvious one, was vampires. So, a rule for them was to dress as one for the occasion

And Woo just smiles, sadly, bitter, understanding: "It's fine. As long as I can stay by your side and love you. Then it's fine."

Breaking my own heart imagining angst wjg like the following:

"I love you, hyung. I really love you" - Woo.

And,

"I love you too, but I cannot allow myself to feel it like that. So, we can just be friends." - Hong.

“Well, you still deserve some spanking and we can do it with your clothes on.”

Woo caresses Joong’s butt, noticing how the boy braces himself for the next hit. It’s cute. It makes him feel drunk in power.

“Fuck, I want to ruin you…”

/end/

Hongjoong’s body does.

It makes his butt stand out.

“Ah!”

Wooyoung’s hand lands another spank on Joong’s butt. His boyfriend tries to move, but Woo’s hold is strong. He kisses the side of his face. Another spank lands on his butt.

rub his crotch. Wooyoung just allows him because it’s kind of cute.

“You’re lucky that I don’t feel kind enough to share you more. It was enough with what you did.”

Wooyoung smiles bigger. He releases Hongjoong’s throat and pulls him closer by his waist with just one arm. He notices the curve

“Yes…”

“Brat,” Woo answers and he kisses the corner of his mouth. “You’re a fucking brat. I should punish you right here. Lay you on my lap and spank your butt. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind giving them another show.”

“No…”

“Oh? So now you’re getting shy?”

Hongjoong is blushing and starts to

Joong whines.

“Did you enjoy it?” Wooyoung asks and he doesn’t care there’s people there who can look at their display. Hongjoong is perfect on his lap. Just his perfect doll. “Being the center of attention. Did you enjoy their eyes on you?”

Hongjoong smiles a little.

Wooyoung squeezes harder

comes to his senses after a while and finally, he’s placed on Woo’s lap.

The boy is all smiles and laughing, and even though Woo is smiling too, his hand easily finds his boyfriend’s throat to hold him. He squeezes just enough to make his point clear and pulls him closer. Their lips almost meet

to say.

For a moment, Hongjoong doesn’t move and then he’s smiling too. He doesn’t get close. Doesn’t leave the stage. In fact, he dances some more. But Wooyoung knows he’s just pushing his limits. He wants to know how far he can go.

It’s just a game of who can last longer.

Of course, Joong

It will be just him.

Hongjoong is having fun, but in a moment their eyes met even from the distance.

Wooyoung stretches his legs open, allowing the black jeans to huge his thighs. He tilts his head, cracks a smile and pats his legs. It’s a silent invitation or a warning.

«Come here», he’s trying