+ resident garden

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes I'm being so naughty! I shouldn't do this here- I mumble to myself as my slender fingers envelop my now solid . I give it a small squeeze. "Ha- haa-" The inner corners of my brows quirk up in delight and pleasure. I start with steady , my thumb rubbing the tip. My lips part and stay that way, a stream of small gasps and moans trickling out of me. I'm not being loud but I don't hold myself back either. This feeling- the feeling of ual arousal and satisfaction is too precious to repress. I spread my knees, my left temple resting against the dirt. My hips are raised to give my hand room. My meticulously styled hair lies splayed over the earth. "Hnngh- aah~!" I gasp, my hips twitching. The pleasure builds and my eyes glaze over. All sound and vision from around fades out. My throbs in my one hand, while my other hand has slipped from my head. My fingers curl into the dirt, grabbing onto it. I don't even notice you there until you address me with my name. A shriek dies in the back of my throat and I jerk to the side, stumbling and falling on my . My pants are opened, my still standing now on display. "Ah- I-" Fear flashes across my eyes. Memories of the past shoot into my mind- my father walking in on me and what followed. My cheeks flush scarlet but in my astonishment, I don't think to cover myself. "Ah!" You pull my head up and my body tenses, tears welling in my still aroused eyes. My breath hitches and I slowly over my oddly parched lips and bite down on the lower tier. I pull my knees to my body in an attempt to cover and cradle my crotch, my knees rubbing against each other. Punishment? I shudder. My hand reaches up, my sticky fingers wrapping around your wrist lightly- the wrist of the hand yanking at my hair. My lashes flutter fearfully and I tilt my head back. A wet, pink tongue snakes out, pierced twice, and drags across the skin of your forearm I can reach. My knees, pulled towards me in modesty, spread so I sit on the grass- my legs in an 'M' position. Open. Vulnerable. Welcoming. The trauma of the past, the fear or punishment, the surprise interruption- it can't stop my daring action. Because you're a vampire. And vampires are good. However, my shoulders still shake as I peer up at you with my one good eye. "Are you m- mad?" My breath hitches as the grass tickles my crotch. I squirm minimally. "I'm sorry!", I whimper. "I... I like this- I need.." My chest heaves and my toes curl. My back subconsciously hollows, my hips pushing further back. "Ple- please don't be mad" Half-lidded, the sultry gaze in my eyes acts a billboard for the arousal I feel. I try to kiss your skin but I can't reach and a whimper escapes me. It's been so long I can't help myself.

@♙ Ikeda Koichi This was one of the hardest and most annoying tasks he had, checking on the blood bank once in a while to see if everything worked smoothly or if there were any issues with humans acting out. Any other royal could have done it but it seemed as if it was his turn this time. One of the common vampires gave him a tour around the place as it was only Taehyung’s second time being here. The cells seemed almost too nicely furnished for prisoners who did not deserve anything nice and comfortable. Soon the other vampire left him alone to go where he needed to go, check on the humans that were on his list.

After having found most of them in their cells and having accompanied those to the blood laboratory, one last person was missing that he couldn’t see anywhere around the prison. , did they have someone who managed to escape? Hurriedly, he went to the last area that he hadn’t checked yet---the prison’s garden. Also a too fancy place for those humans who shouldn’t have any nice treatment here. On his way there two guards passed him telling him about some crazy prisoner who had already had his blood taken. He walked out there already hearing the sounds coming from one area.

Taehyung saw the person and just what he was doing. Without saying anything he just stood there to watch the male playing with his own out in the bright sunlight. “Ikeda Koichi, this is not what you are supposed to do out here.” He voiced harshly. And still he kept staying there staring down at the human without moving at first. Though, he soon snapped back into reality, his hand clutching into the pink hair to jerk is head up. “Such a thing in public---punishment must follow. Do you want your blood taken or your body ruined?”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes Arduously curled pink-black waves drag across the cold concrete as my weakened body slides down thick walls. "Haah-" My dark painted lips are parted as I gasp, my light pink tongue brushing over the back of my teeth. The inner corners of my sharply arched brows quirk upwards and a whimper slips out of me. "Hnngh" My hips make contact with the floor but I still feel like I'm falling and I reach to the side, my palm pressing into the solid surface. A droplet of blood clings to a freshly pierced vein on the back of my hand. My breaths grow shorter. The sudden loss of blood has me shaking, but the helpful hand of a guard pulls me to my feet. My vision is blurred and I don't remember everything but I end up on the ground in the garden, flowers circling my body. I take in their fresh scent and stare up at the blue sky. My heart could burst from happiness. This place was heaven. It had to be. The blood-loss doesn't have me thinking straight and I reach up, my lithe fingers running through my hair, mussing it. "Hmm~" I writhe where I lie, contorting my body so my back arches off the ground. My dark eyes, half-lidded as I peer to the side, are moist. I make out a vague shape of a person but the tears of fatigue in my eyes don't let me see clearly. It could just be a shadow. [this can be you, doesn't have to be] "..." My lips stretch into a small smile and a hand slides out of my hair to rest on my chest. My long nails brush against the pearl necklace I preciously lay around my neck every morning. Then, my hand moves down... down... down... I hesitate. My thoughts have wandered to a desire I have never before acted upon in nature. My fingers brush against the exposed white skin between my navel and the hem of my pants. My gaze lowers, my lashes fluttering nervously. "Don't do it- don't do it, what if you are seen", I mumble to myself, the worry mixing with a soft giggle towards the end. The lightest touch threatens to elicit a reaction. Thump. I've rolled over onto my stomach, on my knees with my torso lowered. One hand over my head for 'protection' from watchful eyes, another sneakily nestled at my crotch. "A- ah- it's too late... It's up~ n-now I have to.." I whimper with a wide smile on my lips.