[ mo ran does smell like chlorine, but beneath that, he's everything chu wanning has ever wanted, a scent he's subconsciously been chasing all his life. the warmth of the sun, the crispness of an autumn breeze, the headiness of the world after a summer rainstorm. chu wanning knows he'll get lost in this scent, in this man, pulled in like the tide.
blood seeps into his mouth, and he gasps softly, barely vocalized, but there's no resisting it, and chu wanning feels suddenly ravenous, insatiable, even though he isn't hungry and can easily go days without feeding again. mo ran is the bravest man he knows; no one else would have dared such a thing. it makes his heart swell with fondness, and wraps his arms around mo ran's trim waist, leaning into the kiss.
when they finally break apart and chu wanning feels those hands on his face, he blinks open his eyes, looking at mo ran. so young, so kind-hearted, here with chu wanning, who doesn't deserve to have such radiance turned on him. so incredibly gentle, as he asks.
chu wanning swallows and licks over his lips, tasting the metallic sting of blood, and he doesn't look away, inspired by mo ran's own openness. ] I'm a vampire, [ he says, just as soft. a monster, he thinks, but mo ran has already said he wasn't. ] I'm yours.
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blood seeps into his mouth, and he gasps softly, barely vocalized, but there's no resisting it, and chu wanning feels suddenly ravenous, insatiable, even though he isn't hungry and can easily go days without feeding again. mo ran is the bravest man he knows; no one else would have dared such a thing. it makes his heart swell with fondness, and wraps his arms around mo ran's trim waist, leaning into the kiss.
when they finally break apart and chu wanning feels those hands on his face, he blinks open his eyes, looking at mo ran. so young, so kind-hearted, here with chu wanning, who doesn't deserve to have such radiance turned on him. so incredibly gentle, as he asks.
chu wanning swallows and licks over his lips, tasting the metallic sting of blood, and he doesn't look away, inspired by mo ran's own openness. ] I'm a vampire, [ he says, just as soft. a monster, he thinks, but mo ran has already said he wasn't. ] I'm yours.