❧ Lecture Hall

@♆ Beenzino Myungsoo had barely slid into the decision to finally relieve the other, when he smelled it... Pungent and unmistakable... And utterly addicting. Sungbin's arousal ebbed off of him in rivulets, small and hesitant but most certainly there. And it filled the vampire with a shameless sort of satisfaction to know that he was the cause of it, that HE was the one tearing endlessly through the prisoner's barriers. Biting his lip, he knew that the other had had enough- if the jerkish movements and breathy whimpers were any indication. But it was that fervent growl of impatience that shot a dosage of heat through the lecturer's own core, forcing him to bite his lip at the feel of him. As much as he loved being in control, seeing more of that temper, that promising viciousness, served as an even bigger turn-on. "Of course, babe," he cooed, slipping the hem of the other's pants down before he could protest at the nickname. Myungsoo sat there on his knees, staring face to face with the other's impressive for all of a few seconds- admiring it in silence before swooping in to press a kiss against the head... A kiss that swiftly turned into a gentle, kittenish along the length. Tasting Sungbin's essence on his tongue only reminded him of the real prize he aimed for, and so his hands flew up to grip the man's hips as he finally engulfed him- easing him down and along his throat. All the while, rather grateful that he'd long-since been rid of a gag-reflex.

@♆ Beenzino Sungbin was slipping. Myungsoo could feel it in the way his muscles constricted in rapt tension, only to ebb into softened relaxation. It was better this way... Nice to know that his hypnotic suggestions weren't all that would earn him his prize. The man had been fighting back, holding his own up until Myungsoo upped the ante. And it continued as a game of tug o' war, pleasure reeking its lifelong battle against control. He could sense the other's slow submission in the way his neck would AWAY from him, granting him better access to that delicious skin. In all honesty, the vampire could easily find himself becoming addicted, drawn in by the softness that layered against the tight, iron muscle wiring beneath. "Mmmm..." he hummed softly, his tongue pressing against the burgundy splotch that blossomed against his skin- like bloodroses blooming beneath the thinnest sheet of white silk. He wanted to drink, wanted to pierce his fangs beneath into the whirring vessel that lay just beneath the surface- but he'd promised he'd make it good for the man... He couldn't think to pleasure himself without first shooting Sungbin into the throes of a near . His hand eased down, palm pressing against the other's clothed member, and he wasted not a second before rubbing firm circles against it. "Sungbin..." he murmured over and over, like a mantra- tattooing his name against his tongue. Myungsoo descended then, sinking down to his knees until he was eye-level with the other's groin. Peering up at Sungbin, he tenderly pressed his cheek against him, mouthing softly over the other's fabric-clad . Teasing him... Wondering what it would be like to make this prisoner even a fraction as desperate for his touch as Myungsoo was for his blood.

@♆ Beenzino Plush lips smirked against Sungbin's- the whine he released travelling down the notches of his spine. His teeth caught the other's supple bottom lip, tugging it softly and trailing it into his mouth as he began to le against it. His body was meshed completely against the prisoner's, so intimately that he could almost make out the press of the other's member against his groin. Myungsoo's tongue slid beyond his lips, tentatively- almost shyly- seeking a taste of Sungbin's moist cavern. For a moment, he honestly wasn't sure what to do with his hands- his palms rising to press against either side of the man's chest before gliding down to grip at him and bring him closer. He released the other's mouth after a long span of a moment, a think ribbon of saliva still attaching them both. "You've put up a good fight..." he murmured, his eyes slowly glazing and unfocused, but still a brilliant sheen of ruby. "Really, though. I'm impressed. But..." He leaned in, pressing his face against the crook of that pale neck and kissing the tender, moonbeam flesh there. His lips enclosed around the skin, softly against it just to garner a taste, before increasing the pressure- hard enough, surely, to draw out a hickey. He wanted him, Sungbin... It'd been quite a while since anyone had withstood him with such fervent resistance. It was incredibly refreshing, but also a bit taxing- seeing as by now he was used to having gotten what he wanted. He'd been spoiled by the ease of his bewitching charm, so it was a shock to find someone so unswayed by it. But he could feel the tinges of his own desperation clawing on the outskirts of his mind and he knew he'd have to have this man's blood before he did something stupid... like begging. Because as immoral as Myungsoo was, there was something utterly satisfying about having someone relinquish themselves instead of forcing it.

@♆ Beenzino At the other's words, he couldn't help but beam- something that seemed almost impish what with the intense aura surrounding them both. "Then I'd take it as a compliment... I never said angels weren't beautiful..." His hands wound around, slipping from behind Sungbin's neck to slide down that broad chest and dip along his torso. Myungsoo curled his arms around the other's waist to pull him ever so much closer- though he knew that was nearly impossible by now. "Mmm... That I am. But out of all the sins we have running around here, I think selfishness is the least of our worries." And he expected another witty jibe, some sort of snappish comeback or... hell, anything meant to drive him away. But instead, Sungbin leaned into him a bit, just a bit... But it was just enough for Myungsoo to recognize it, for his eyes to widen... for him to respond. Smirking, he pressed forward, pinning Sungbin against the wall. Though his patience was still bounding, he knew that he had the other right where he wanted him, which meant no more games... Not of those caliber anyway. "Sungbin..." he murmured against the other's neck, his lips lifting again. "Sungbin, let me taste you..." And slowly, tentatively, he placed a soft kiss to those scowling lips, a bit disconcerted that he had to lean up to reach them what with the other's height. "Let me make you feel good..."

@♆ Beenzino Myungsoo released a small hum, pressing his lips flat against Sungbin's chin now, as if bestowing a soft kiss. "But you DO have a preference then..." he clarified, his eyes shining with mischief. "You just don't want me to know of it... Fair enough." He'd caught the sound of it, the soft whine that seemed to have Myungsoo mentally doubling back to make sure it hadn't come from himself. But the stiffening in the other's form only gave him away, and the vampire was immediately filled with surmounting pride. Chuckling softly at the other's answer, he brushed his lips down and along the line of the other's jaw. "Yah... What do I look like to you? Some pretentious little angel? Blood stained with sin is the best kind... It tells of stories I'd like to indulge in." By the time the last question registered in his mind, Myungsoo was already mouthing gently at Sungbin's prominent Adam's apple. "I've already told you... I want your blood. With that, I'm sure to receive both of those- pleasure AND satisfaction." He increased the pressure of his hands, drawing the other forward just enough to press ever the more firmly against his skin. "Sungbin..." Don't fight it. "Sungbin..." Let it happen. "Sungbin."

@♆ Beenzino His fingers dipped behind Sungbin's ear, grazing it a bit as it trailed a path towards the nape of his neck- resting along the tender flesh there. "Mmm... Too intimate?" he pondered, tilting his head lightly, curiously. He leaned in a bit, far too absorbed in the other's scent and desiring the smell of something 'else'... something far more addicting to fill his nostrils. "What would you rather I call you then? Tell me..." He nearly broke as the other continued to resist, feeling the threads of his patience give way to his carnal self. No... He needed to control that side of him. Surely he wasn't even THAT hungry. "I don't need your trust just yet... I'll have to earn that. I just want your blood." He lifted his other hand to cup either of Sungbin's cheeks then, soothing the skin there with tentative touches before leaning in so that his lips fluttered softly against Sungbin's chin. "Please... Unless you'd rather I earn that too." And already a glint was in his eyes, swirling dark chasms of lust that foretold of something with much less innocent intentions. "Let me... taste you." It was a mantra to him by now, his voice so gentle and delicate, but firm in its unwavering tone.

@♆ Beenzino Myungsoo could practically feel the other's tension as it skyrocketed, and it sent no small pleasure within him- his lips curving into a grin at the thought of intimidating this man. "So quick to deprive yourself..." he murmured huskily, still advancing even as Sungbin backed away. He didn't like that the other's eyes were averted, wanting him to feel the full effect of his hypnotic suggestion... But he was curious to see just how far he could get without actually having to touch him. "Sungbin..." he murmured, whispering the name out like a prayer, coaxing and soothing like molten honey. "Let me taste you... Let me make it good for you." He was but a few inches away from the demon, his eyes seeking to meet the other's evasive ones. "I promise you won't regret it..." In yet another flicker of movement, his hand arose to hover against the space before Sungbin's cheek, contemplating before slowly settling against the smooth skin there. Well... so much for seeing how far he could go. "You don't have to fear me... That's not what I'm here for." Slowly, he tilted Sungbin's chin, drawing his face back towards his own. His fingers eased along the other's hairline, stroking softly and rubbing small circles along his abused temples, all the while never allowing his crimson eyes to leave that chiseled face.

@♆ Beenzino Watching the other battle against the threads of his control was far more amusing than it probably should've been. Myungsoo chuckled softly, a melodious sound ebbing from pink lips as he shook his head. "You're right. That's nothing you should really give a over... But..." He stepped forward, still blocking the exit but now closing in on Sungbin's space a bit more. "You know, if you really are so 'bored', why not let me entertain you. It's been quite a while since I've drank last, and I'm feeling pretty parched..." And almost immediately, those obsidian orbs of his began to swirl into a deep rubescent color, something like freshly-spilled blood. Myungsoo cocked his head to the side, not at all fazed by the prisoner's refusals. "I promise... I can make it worth your while." His voice lulled out a bit, having dropped an octave or two and now easing out in a faint murmur.

@♆ Beenzino The other's restlessness didn't go unnoticed by Myungsoo, and his eyes only zeroed in on the reaction- vaguely wondering what triggered it. And though he'd assumed Sungbin would try again to evade him, he was pleasantly surprised when he actually answered him. Wow... So he was here for quite a bit... All the more for them to work on. "And yet they made you a demon... Interesting..." he murmured, more so to himself than to the other. Sighing softly, he shifted his weight between his feet, no closer to moving than before but at least glad that they were getting somewhere. "I'm guessing it was the WAY you went about doing those things that made you a demon. I've killed as well... Hundreds." And it surprised him that he had to fight back the slip of a smirk in remembrance. "But it was all for sport... Well, most of them... I'm honestly surprised they didn't try to force me into being an incubus or something." Immediately, he cut himself off, stopping before he could say much more. This was supposed to be about Sungbin. He couldn't really get to know or analyze the prisoner if he talked about himself...

@♆ Beenzino Really though, Myungsoo wasn't surprised by Sungbin's answer. It was too early for him to open up... Too soon. Of course, that was considering the possibility that he EVER opened up... Myungsoo merely pursed his lips, parting them to respond only to watch as the other headed straight for the door. Sighing softly and shaking his head, he pried himself off the desk and in a blink materialized right in front of the doorway. "Yah," he said, crossing his arms in a similar manner. "Level with me here... You're a demon, right?" he asked, trying to recall the information he'd been briefed about each prisoner. "A creature of manipulation... Cunning... How did something like that bring you here?" He was willing to guess perhaps a handful of thefts turning into addiction, or maybe one too many cons. But usually those here were nabbed for something far more serious than that...

@♆ Beenzino Myungsoo's only response to the other's curt jibe was a lopsided smirk. Sometimes he worried himself what with how much joviality he took in prying into the prisoners' nerves... Especially this one. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason, he'd taken an particular interest in goading Sungbin. Perhaps it was because he always seemed ready to snap at any moment... Or perhaps it was because he wanted to see just what he'd do if that moment came. Regardless, he shrugged. "Good, then we're on the same page," he responded, shifting out of his chair to stretch his legs a bit. "You know, you can't really be angry... I'm here to teach you control, and that's something you lack." He perched along the edge of the desk, crossing his ankles as his gaze swept over the other's form. "Perhaps one of the FEW things you lack..."

@♆ Beenzino Myungsoo's fingertips drummed an uneven beat against the cherrywood furnishing of his desk, the vibrations rippling along and up his elbow. In all honesty he loved private sessions like these, and not just because it gave him that much-needed one-on-one time with a prisoner who apparently was in desperate need of it... But in a sick, sadistic sense, it allowed him to better 'study' the other, level with them more personally and almost... intimately. Amused, obsidian eyes stared forward at the man before him- Lim Sungbin, as was listed on the roster. But last he checked, he also went by something else... some other nickname that escaped him at the moment. "You know why you're here, yes?" he asked, more force needed to fight down his amusement now that they'd began.