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Yoongi combed his hand gently through the wild mass of Namjoon's hair as he opened up around him. Despite Yoongi being the one seated in his lap, Namjoon was shaking and wound up like a spring as he branded his hands desperately onto his sire's hips. There was something in the soft little grunts the younger was making, all thinly veiled restraint and eagerness. It was just a bit endearing.
Yoongi smoothed a calming hand over Namjoon's tensed back and leaned down to his neck, fangs poised carefully over the strained skin of his shoulder. It took just at the scrape of his teeth and he could feel the younger's hips kick up suddenly into him with a noise that Namjoon would probably deny later.
The eldest held the back of his head steady as he rocked his hips slow and steady over Namjoon's cock until it was nudging snug up against his prostate. They'd been at it for hours, Yoongi's hand harsh on the back of his neck as he made Namjoon wait, and wait, and wait. He almost laughed when he felt Namjoon pant out another low pitched whine against his neck.
The fledgling was only 78 years old, a blink in time compared to Yoongi, and still ran hot blooded, seeking instant gratification. It was about due time to teach him a lesson in patience, let him squirm for a week or so before leading him back into their bedroom with a flick of his wrist.
"H-Hyung... Hyung please."
Yoongi didn't even bother hiding the smirk as the younger swallowed his pride and begged. The eldest tilted his neck aside in silent permission and let the fledgling latch on with a needy sound and a guiding hand to his nape. What little breath Yoongi had left his chest in one hushed snarl, hands snapping out in front of him to brace against the headboard as the younger thrust up into him.
Namjoon's hands scrambled thoughtlessly over Yoongi's back and his hips pounded erratically into him. At the sensation of fingernails digging harshly into his skin, a growl peeled out of his throat and he shoved the younger back into the headboard. He wound his hand into Namjoon's hair and bit down onto the younger's neck before he winced at the pull of teeth in his own neck.
Namjoon made a sound into his skin and his hips stuttered as Yoongi sank his weight hard down onto him and bit deep enough to make the younger still temporarily. His eyes rolled in his head as the taste of Namjoon's blood spread heady over his tongue and he could feel Namjoon suckling softly against him with the same attentiveness.
Drinking blood was a necessity, yes, human blood anyway. The act of sharing blood between vampires didn't provide nutritional value but was instead an extremely intimate thing to perform.
Namjoon was so high strung already, rutting and grinding into Yoongi with single minded determination as the elder pushed back to meet the pressure with equal enthusiasm. Between them, he could feel the pleasure mount, blood drunk and sloppy from impatience as they rocked and swelled against each other.
Beneath him Namjoon was jerking and gasping, letting blood roll down Yoongi’s collar bones before he was lapping at it between shaky moans.
“H-Hyung I–”
Yoongi nodded against his neck and lead a hand down til it was wrapped around his dick, making him tighten instinctively around Namjoon. He released his neck with a gasp and licked along the bite marks as he murmured and ground down into his lap.
“Sh-Shit, harder baby, ri– oh.”
Namjoon snapped his hips up and tipped his head back to let out a grunt as he rut wildly into him. Yoongi let out a shuddery gasp and yanked Namjoon’s face to his as he smashed their faces together. The blood mingled, teeth clashed and hands gripped, squeezed, and pulled.
“Hyuuhhng I’m gonna–”
Yoongi slammed his hips down and tightened up hard as he raised back up before dropping down to hear the little groans Namjoon let out.
“Go ahead, just let go Joon-ah, I got you, just let go, you’ve been so good for me.”
He mouthed the words along his cheek, smearing blood and saliva along golden skin. The taste, sensitivity, and responsiveness left Yoongi gasping as the younger lost rhythm and spilled hard and fast into him, body jerking and a whine falling from his lips. Yoongi pressed down onto him and rode Namjoon until he was writhing beneath him and growling out curses underneath his breath.
“Y-Yoon–”
Yoongi pressed Namjoon up into him and swallowed the hiss that ensued with a laugh, “You got your turn baby, I get mine.”
Tears beaded in the fledglings eyes as he squirmed away from the stimulation, far past the point of being embarrassed about the sounds falling out of his mouth. The ride was slick, with cum leaking out down their thighs and the base of Namjoon’s dick as Yoongi pushed himself towards the edge.
“A-Almost there Joonie, baby just a bit more.”
Namjoon whined and let his head fall back against their headboard as his abdomen spasmed against the sensitivity and aftershocks of his orgasm. Yoongi held his breath, grinding down and bouncing a couple more times before the pressure spilled over and he came with his body overtaken by a shiver. Namjoon could only pant and moan as Yoongi took himself apart on his lap, cum oozing out and spilling onto his stomach through the fist he made around the head.
Slowly Yoongi’s spine fell out of the arch he held it in and relaxed into Namjoon’s front, leaning down to lap lazily at the blood still pulsing from the vivid bite mark on his neck with a content sigh.
Namjoon turned his head and mouthed at Yoongi’s ear, fingers shakily tracing the length of his spine. The elder raised his head up and stared heavily at Namjoon and the smear of blood blossoming down the side of his face and the tear tracks. He leaned forward, moving the youngest around inside of him, earning a displeased noise.
Yoongi scoffed before muttering, “Brat.”
Namjoon just smiled at his sire’s scowl, and Yoongi swore up and down that Namjoon was an entitled spoiled little shit. The effect of this was lost when he licked a bit of blood out of one of Namjoon’s dimples and it sent the other into a fit of giggles. Maybe it was his fault for spoiling the brat.