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Mobei-Jun unfurls his bat-like wings. They are three times his human armspan. He disapparates and coalesces into a middle-aged bachelor's bedroom. Weaving his incubus magic into the man's dreams, he sighs and waits for the man to exude his sexual energy. It sates him, but only at the basic level. Lately, his feedings have been… disappointing. They feed him, but in the way stale bread would feed a human, barely enough to subsist on. He sighs his disappointment, but it is what it is.
Again, Mobei-Jun desultorily shows up for his weekly feeding.
Shang Qinghua trudges through the door into his dismal apartment. He is exhausted, physically and mentally, from his extra shift. He wolfs down a cup of subpar instant noodles and takes a shower, standing under the spray of barely hot water until it turns cold.
Resigned, he gets out and sits at the rickety table and pounds out five thousand words of meaningless papapa for his ongoing webnovel before falling into bed.
He jerks off quickly, all the while thinking how much he wanted someone to touch him and hold him, of someone he could touch and hold. He falls into a restless sleep and dreams of startling blue eyes.
When morning comes, Shang Qinghua wakes up oddly sated. He had such a delicious dream. It felt so real: something wet and cool stroking the underside of his cock, curling around the head. He gasped when a wet cavity completely ensconced his cock. Nothing had felt like this before. He tried to hold back as his climax approached at a rapid pace, wanting to enjoy this incredible sensation for as long as possible. In the end, he had the most amazing orgasm of his life.
When he wakes up, he is rather surprised that he had a wet dream. At his age! But he's even more surprised that there's no physical evidence of it on him or the bedding. He remembers seeing blue, blue eyes, but he can't imagine why he would see such in his dreams. He has no acquaintances with blue eyes, much less such striking ones.
He is so pleasantly sated, it's extremely hard to pry himself out of bed. But he does, drinks his terrible, cheap coffee black, and goes to work. But he can't seem to focus on requisition reports today. His mind is still stuck on the striking blue eyes he saw in his dreams.
Mobei-Jun is pleasantly and surprisingly satisfied. Last night was the best meal he's ever had. He has never bothered to touch his prey before, as there was no reason to. He merely has to introduce lust into their dreams and wait for the meal to come. He does not need to physically consume the prey's sexual essence, their cum, only absorb the sexual energy as it's released with their orgasm.
But there was something about the man from last night. As soon as Mobei-Jun saw him sleeping nude on top of his old, shabby blanket, he had an odd desire to touch him. He wove his magic into the man's dreams and sat down on the bed, waiting for it to take effect. As he waited, he gave in to the temptation to touch, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke the inside of a plump thigh.
Soon, the incubus magic began to do its work. The man began to squirm, making soft noises. His cock filled out, becoming fully hard, leaking a steady stream of milky precum.
Despite never doing so or even wanting to before, Mobei-Jun felt compelled to lean down to lick the glistening fluid. He blinked. It tastes surprisingly good, slightly sweet and acrid, and instantly addictive. He did not know if every human tasted like this, or just this human in particular.
The man moaned, his hips starting to twitch. His face scrunched up adorably, and tossed his head.
Mobei-Jun was enchanted. He rolled his tongue around the head, lapping up the male essence. When he put his whole mouth around the cock, the man gasped out his pleasure. Mobei-Jun was inordinately pleased for some reason. The man's hips moved, seeking more. Mobei-Jun was driven to provide it. When the small human came, it was an amazing meal, a feast on its own.
He never feeds on the same prey twice, but against protocol, he has already decided to seek out this one again.
It's not safe to be exposed to the same prey twice. But his man, his smell, his taste… they seem worth the risk.
He is not even actually hungry. He does not need to feed but a couple of times every moon, but he wants to taste that man again. Looking forward to it, in fact.
He coalesces from the shadows in the man's bedroom. Who is again sleeping completely nude, in the sweltering heat of summer.
Mobei-Jun licks his lips, already anticipating the incredible meal like he had last time.
He weaves his incubus magic into the man's dreams, quite a bit more than he normally would use.
Within minutes, the human responds. His breathing quickens, and he begins to squirm.
Mobei-Jun is not as hesitant today, taking the man's soft cock into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue.
He hears a sharp gasp, and suddenly hands are gripping his shoulders. Startled, he looks up, but the human still seems to be deeply asleep. After a tense moment, Mobei-Jun focuses back on the cock in his mouth. It feels much warmer than he expected; he's not that familiar with human physiology. He rolls it around his mouth, enjoying the hot, velvety skin.
The hands scrabbling at his shoulders move to his hair, gripping handfuls of it. The human's breathing is harsher, faster. His climax is approaching quickly.
Mobei-Jun realizes he's half-aroused, which has never happened before. He was just expecting a fantastic meal.
As the man approaches his orgasm, Mobei-Jun has an odd feeling of possessiveness; he wants this human to come for him and him alone.
The man thrusts up, throws back his head, and comes into Mobei-Jun's mouth. It tastes divine, and Mobei-Jun eagerly consumes it along with the huge release of sexual energy. He moans himself, never having had a feeding like this! He idly glances up at the sweet, chubby-cheeked face and sees sleep-hazy eyes blinking at him.
Mobei-Jun jerks back, snapping out his wings, and dissipates into the shadows.
Mobei-Jun paces around his luxury apartment for hours. He's hungry, and irritable with it. It's been ten days since his last feeding. But he can't risk going back to the same human he fed on last. The risk of discovery is too high.
He chooses a different prey, and coalesces into an elegantly furnished bedroom. The man sleeping on burgundy silk sheets is extraordinarily attractive, by human standards, with a tiny mole under his left eye.
Mobei-Jun weaves his magic into the man's dream. But oddly, he doesn't feel the impatient need to consume this man's energy. He can only think of the man with the plump thighs. He doesn't even want to feed from this man before him. It seems as palatable as cardboard. Frustrated, he whisks himself back to his own dwelling.
It's been more than two weeks now. Mobei-Jun is nearly starving and desperately needs to feed. He is even more desperate to see and taste that small man again, but he's afraid of being discovered. The last time was too close. The human is aware of him, aware of something more than human.
But he tastes so good, smells so sweet. Mobei-Jun shudders, remembering the way the man's legs had wrapped around him.
Against all good judgment and sense of self-preservation, Mobei-Jun turns into shadows and coalesces in the man's bedroom. He will just blame the ravenous hunger for this unwise move.
The human is deep in sleep, completely bare, not even covered by a blanket in the brutal heat wave. Trying to be more careful of discovery this time, Mobei-Jun fills the man's dreams with lust, watching as he begins to squirm in the bed, rubbing his generous thighs together. Mobei-Jun licks his lips, avidly watching as the human's pink cock begins to fill out, starting to leak pre cum.
Very slowly, Mobei-Jun settles himself between the man's legs and laps at the glistening fluid. It tastes just as good as he remembers and expects. He licks and mouths at the cock at a leisurely pace, wholeheartedly enjoying the heat of the human's body.
As the human's sighs and moans pick up the pace, so does Mobei-Jun. He takes the whole cock down his throat, enjoying the velvety feel of skin sliding past his lips. Hands dig into his hair, yanking in handfuls. The moans get louder and throatier. Hips start to move, grinding into Mobei-Jun's face. He can feel when the man is approaching the peak of pleasure. The stammering breath, the erratic thrusting, the soft moaning cries. He feels the cock in his mouth twitch, twitch harder, and spills its essence.
Hot fluid sprays into his mouth in large spurts. It's the most amazing meal he's ever had. He's dizzy with how good it felt.
Oh, it's so good… His whole being is flooded with satisfaction as his mouth is filled with come. It's so plentiful that he won't need feeding for weeks! And tastes so good! He indulgently licks at the cock, just to enjoy the heat and the taste.
Legs lock around him. He startles, looking up. Golden brown eyes hazily look down at him. "Stay," the man whispers. As if Mobei-Jun has the will to do anything else.
"I know what you are."
Even knowing it's a bad idea that will lead to his discovery, he can not tear himself away. Even if he had wanted to, he can not bear to disapparate at this moment. With his eyes locked onto the human man, he licks at the cock again. Rubbing his mouth all over the underside of it. The human is oversensitive and squirms, giggling. It's unbearably cute.
Mobei-Jun is at a loss. He doesn't know what to do with a conscious prey; he's never had one before. The hand in his hair loosens its grip and starts to pet him. It strokes through his ink-dark hair, brushing over his ear. He luxuriates in the gentle touch. But he draws back, looking at his human, it will have to be the last time he sees him. He can not continue, lest he be discovered for what and who he is. The regret is brutal.
"It's okay. You can stay. Please stay," the human whispers. Mobei-Jun's brain stutters. He can not believe what he just heard. Maybe he's so drunk on the sexual essence that he's hearing what he wants to hear. He shook his head to clear it of the warm fuzziness and prepare to melt into shadows.
"No. Don't go." The human says, still looking into his eyes. His legs tighten around Mobei-Jun, who chokes from being squeezed between those plump thighs.
"It's okay. I know what you are," Mobei-Jun jerks back, but too sated to move. The man reaches up to stroke Mobei-Jun's hair. "I liked it," he says with a small laugh. "Come up here," as he runs his hands down Mobei-Jun's shoulders. Still dazed, Mobei-Jun slides up the other's body. He belatedly realizes he is squashing the man under him with his sheer bulk, and hurriedly pushes up on his forearm.
"You are so beautiful, even for a dream," the small human says.
Mobei-Jun raises an eyebrow. It seems this human doesn't recognize him for what he actually is, thought that he is just a figment of dreams.
The man gives him the sweetest smile and kisses him. Mobei-Jun falls into the kiss, with its softness and warmth. He is feeling slightly dazed.
"Do you… do you want to be inside me?"
Mobei-Jun blinks twice, his brain fizzes and melts altogether. Things are getting out of his control. Uncertain, probably for the first time in his life, he mutters, "I…I've never…"
The man gives a soft laugh. "That's alright. We'll take it slow." He strokes Mobei-Jun's hair while smiling at him.
Under any other circumstances, having a human comfort and reassure him would be laughable and enraging, but Mobei-Jun feels comforted and reassured. He swallows hard and gives a tiny nod.
For all his years of preying on innocent humans, he's never been caught like this. He feels completely helpless before this small man. "I haven't done this before either," the human says, cheeks turning pink. "But, maybe…" He reaches for a bottle of clear fluid on the nightstand. "Do you want to…"
His honey brown eyes with impossibly dilated pupils pose a question and a challenge.
Mobei-Jun is breathless. He does not know how to answer such a question or challenge; it has never occurred to him before.
This is entirely new territory for Mobei-Jun. He's never had an awake prey before, nor any contact with a human in this way. He hasn't even realized he's been fully aroused, cock leaking profusely, but now that he has, he's dying to have it touched. He helplessly slides up the human's body, relishing the warm skin pressed against his.
Warm lips brush on his collar bone. Oh, that's so nice. They move to his neck, kissing the curve where his shoulder meets his neck.
He hesitantly tries to kiss the human. The way the soft, pink lips part under his is amazing. He licks into the hot mouth, stroking the other's tongue with his own. It's an immense pleasure in itself. The human wraps plump thighs around his hips and grinds against him, and Mobei-Jun is hopelessly losing his mind.
He nips the human's earlobe, earning a hiss, then kisses down the jaw, the neck, licks the jugular where the pulse is pounding, and feels it against his tongue.
The human man reaches down to palm Mobei-Jun through his thin pants. Mobei-Jun helplessly ruts into it, groaning against the other's mouth. Suddenly the single layer of clothes between them is too much to bear.
"It's okay. I'm ready. I, um, I played with it a little, before bed," the human says, cheeks blushing a delightful pink.
He reaches into Mobei-Jun's thin pants and wraps his fingers around the dark blue, aching cock. Mobei-Jun is lost. He gasps with the pleasure of it. He's never been touched by anyone like this before, and he wasn't aware it could feel like this! He revels in this exquisite pleasure, but somehow is still greedy for more. He hurriedly strips the pants off, while trying to keep full contact with the other's body.
His cock is guided to the hot, furled spot of skin.
Swallowing hard, he allows the human to guide his cock all over the fleshy, plump bud. His thoughts are completely scattered. Any thought of being discovered and identified for what he is seems immaterial at this point. He is so enthralled with the heat of the puckered mouth against the head of his cock.
They both groan at the very first breach of the tight ring of muscles. Mobei-Jun nearly swallows his tongue. How can anything feel this good?
The human pushes his hips up, and his hole sucks in the head of Mobei-Jun's cock. Mobei-Jun nearly chokes. It's beyond good.
He has never had any relation with a human before, and it's a bit unnerving.
He feels an odd, urgent need to keep pushing, to feel more of this wet heat around his cock. It's so hot. He shudders. Any coherent thought has long since fled. He's never felt this kind of need before, this kind of attraction. It's always been feedings, a mere necessity. But with this man…
He bites into a pale golden shoulder, and is rewarded with a breathless moan and a hard clench around his cock, which only makes him dig his teeth in more. Mobei-Jun can't think, only feel this near scalding heat around his cock.
He begins to make small thrusts in. Mobei-Jun is lost in sensations: heat, movement, soft breaths in his ear. The warmth that has been building in his belly is turning into scorching heat. The breathless moans the smaller man is making are absolutely filthy.
Without even thinking, Mobei-Jun throws the man's legs over his shoulders, bending him nearly in half, and starts slamming into him full force. The wet, smacking sounds are even filthier than the moans.
The edge of pleasure is rapidly approaching, but he grits his teeth and tries to hold out, both to keep enjoying this exquisite agony, and to allow the human to finish again.
The man's cries are getting louder, his hips pushing up erratically. Mobei-Jun can feel the human's cock twitching hard against his belly. With a small shout, the man comes, scalding fluid spurting between them.
Mobei-Jun falls off the cliff of ecstasy with a cry of his own, waves and waves of pleasure crashing over him.
He is breathless and dazed, having never had such physical pleasure with anyone, much less someone as enticing as this.
"You can stay the night with me, if you want," the man whispers. Mobei-Jun thinks he's never wanted anything more in his life.
Without withdrawing, he turns the man over onto his side and curls around him. He buries his face in the back of the human's neck, breathing in the sweet, musky, citrus scent. If he thought he'd been sated with the meal before, it's nothing compared to this. He not only wants to stay the night, he wants to stay forever.
When the brightness of the morning sun wears away Shang Qinghua's sleepiness, he turns and bumps into a hard, cool pillow. His brain is yet to awaken, and he nuzzles into it, enjoying the coolness and soft cedar scent. When his consciousness finally rises, he looks down at the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Who opens blue, blue eyes to look into his.