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“Oral fixation causes negative oral behaviors in adulthood,”
Dongmin once read that somewhere. However, he isn’t quite sure why he suddenly remembered it now. Surely wanting his boyfriend’s prettily polished fingers in his mouth isn’t a ‘negative’ behavior, is it? Honestly, he doesn’t even know why he cares that much. He thinks it’s all stupid anyway. Dongmin really only cares about one thing: Sanghyeok. Sanghyeok and his ability to somehow dumb Dongmin down to a whiny, drooling mess. For a while, Dongmin thought he had some strange obsession with teeth, or just mouths as a whole, until he met his boyfriend. Sanghyeok made any thoughts that Dongmin deemed ‘unusual’ seem painstakingly normal. There is one issue: Sanghyeok isn’t normal by any means, and Dongmin doesn’t really know if there’s some type of forum where he can ask, “Is it strange for my vampire boyfriend to be obsessed with my mouth? Or am I the weird one for really liking it?”
“Is something more important than me?”
Dongmin finally snaps out of his own thoughts at the sound of Sanghyeok speaking to him.
“You’ve been staring at the wall for a while now.”
The pair was sitting in the living room of their shared dorm. Dongmin was lying on the sofa, while Sanghyeok opted to sit on a beanbag. The TV had some random rerun of LoL gameplay from one of Sanghyeok’s favorite streamers playing. Dongmin doesn’t remember when he stopped paying attention. He really wasn’t interested, yet he tried to hold on for Sanghyeok anyway. Being in an idol group and having four other members didn’t necessarily leave them with ample amounts of alone time. He knew how much Sanghyeok cherished these little moments; don’t get him wrong, Dongmin loves them just as much! He just, well, is preoccupied by thoughts of said boyfriend.
Dongmin let out a sigh and kicked himself up to a sitting position, now fully facing Sanghyeok.
“See. I’m staring at you now. I was just thinking, hyung.”
Sanghyeok stared at Dongmin with an unreadable expression. Sanghyeok had been sitting with his knees curled to his chest. He was wearing one of Dongmin’s hoodies, which is entirely too big for his frame, and sipping on a pouch of blood. Dongmin usually tried not to think too hard about the fact that Sanghyeok was literally downing pouches of blood like his life depended on it (it does). However, Dongmin really liked the way Sanghyeok’s lips were glossed and tinted after he got his fill. Sanghyeok was standing now, the empty blood pouch temporarily discarded next to the beanbag. He had his arms spread wide as he approached Dongmin, still nestled into his spot on the sofa.
“Did I bore you, Dongminie? ‘m sorry,”
The last half of Sanghyeok’s words was muffled by the fact that his face was now pressed into the crook of Dongmin’s neck. Despite Sanghyeok being substantially smaller than Dongmin, he had managed to plaster himself completely flush to the taller’s front side, knocking him flat onto the cushions in the process. Dongmin simply let himself be pushed around. He liked the feeling of his boyfriend pressed against him anyway.
“What were you thinking about?”
This, however, caught Dongmin off guard. How would you feel if your literally unreal boyfriend, who you love very much, suddenly asked what you were thinking about? When said thoughts are very much about how obsessed that boyfriend is with you and how pliant you are with him? Dongmin felt his whole body get a few degrees hotter. He knew Sanghyeok wouldn’t make fun of him. Dongmin knows Sanghyeok loves the fact that his boyfriend is equally obsessed with him. However, Dongmin was always a bit shy in front of the love of his life anyway.
“Nothing,” Dongmin huffed as he turned his face to press into the cushion.
Sanghyeok just smirked.
“Your ears are turning red, though,” Sanghyeok mentioned as he lifted a hand to Dongmin’s ear and trailed the lobe with his finger. Dongmin thinks that it was a curse that Sanghyeok knew him so well. Dongmin was screwed from the beginning.
“I suppose I have been neglecting my baby for too long. You’re so beautiful, Dongmin-ah.”
Dongmin twitched a little under his touch, “Hyung...”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me,” Dongmin muttered from where his face was still pressed into the cushion.
“Cute,” Dongmin heard Sanghyeok whisper. Then, he felt Sanghyeok’s hair brush across his jaw. He felt the way Sanghyeok lightly pressed his lips into his pulse point.
Sanghyeok loved the way Dongmin’s pulse thrummed under him. How he could feel the rush of Dongmin’s blood against his mouth. He parted his lips to let his teeth brush across the expanse of Dongmin’s skin. He felt like he was addicted to the way Dongmin shivered under him. Sanghyeok felt a little empty when he had to pull away from his spot on Dongmin’s neck. Thankfully, that feeling didn’t last long as he turned Dongmin’s face to properly look at him. Dongmin got worked up so easily, and it wrecked Sanghyeok. Sanghyeok finally leaned down and connected their lips. Dongmin, being the lovely and pliant thing he is, parted his mouth to allow Sanghyeok to devour him as he pleased.
To Dongmin, this was the best feeling in the world. Sanghyeok licked into his mouth like he would die the moment he couldn’t consume him. The way Sanghyeok’s fangs scraped against Dongmin’s bottom lip was dizzying.
As Sanghyeok pulled away, Dongmin moved his hand to settle on the dip of Sanghyeok’s back.
“You always look so pretty like this,” Sanghyeok said as he gazed down from his spot atop Dongmin. His eyes were glazed over, and his lips were kissed plump. Sanghyeok wondered how he got so lucky.
“I love you so much,” Sanghyeok let out. Dongmin looked like he had the whole universe in his eyes. Sanghyeok knows Dongmin loves him just as much.
Sanghyeok moved his hand to caress the side of Dongmin’s face, his thumb moving to prod at Dongmin’s bottom lip. Dongmin parted his lips to welcome the intrusion. Sanghyeok started to use the pad of his thumb to swipe across the face of Dongmin’s upper teeth. He pressed his thumb against the edge of Dongmin’s canine. Sanghyeok finds it so interesting how Dongmin has perfectly flat teeth, not a single sharp point.
“Could you even break skin with these?” Sanghyeok teased while pressing his thumb down harder. “Not optimal for biting. For feeding.”
Sanghyeok just smiled and showed off his own set of fangs, top and bottom, perfectly tapered down to a point.
Dongmin whined.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be quiet.”
Sanghyeok leaned back down to busy himself with the crook of Dongmin’s neck again.
“Hyung, no marks,” Dongmin said. Although it came out much more like a whimper. It was a pathetic attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.
Sanghyeok, being the loving boyfriend he is, reluctantly obliged. He didn’t want to make their stylist’s job any harder than it already was.
Still, Sanghyeok was a vampire. It was in his nature to bite.
He pressed his thumb against Dongmin’s tongue as he sank his teeth into the soft skin above his clavicle. Not fully, just enough to draw a little blood.
Dongmin let out a moan at the sensation, trying to control his shake.
Sanghyeok licked off the stray drop of blood and pressed one last kiss to Dongmin. Dongmin was turning more red than before, and hid his face behind his forearm.
Sanghyeok wasn’t oblivious. “Did you just…?”
“SHUT UP!”
“Why? I think it’s hot that you love me that much, Dongminie.”
Sanghyeok peppered a few more kisses on the parts of Dongmin’s face that he could reach, climbed off Dongmin’s lap, and padded back over to his previously neglected beanbag.
He glanced over at Dongmin before resuming whatever he was playing on the TV.
“You should go change your sweatpants.”