>> Wonpil's Apartment

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin broke into a quiet laugh, counting on Wonpil to always keep him amused with his responses. Usually the dhampir disliked outright shows of vanity, especially in vampires, but with the older man they came so naturally it was part of his charm. It was attractive even, he loved how unabashed Wonpil was about his beauty, only him though, Jongin had never felt this captivated by anyone else before, the vampire was...different. Moreover, he enjoyed the fact that he considered himself beautiful, filled with Jongin's marks and bruises all over his body, the notion did little to calm the dhampir's exctiement, if anything it became worse. He returned the long stare while Wonpil studied him quietly, only momentarily flutering his eyes closed to let him brush some strands of hair away from his eyes, when he heard the confirmation of his long awaited permission, his irises glinted red and his lips stretched to a subtle closed smile. Instead of turning into a desperate frenzy, Jongin slowly guided Wonpil's chin towards him with his index finger and leaned in slowly to capture his lips in a deep kiss. Their lips moved in the same pace as before, unhurried and sensual, dominance switching in between gliding of tongues. With a hand he raised the back of Wonpil's knee a little higher, so that their hips were pressing flush together, with the other he took the vampire's delicate fingers in his palm and guided it down between them to wrap around both of their s. Jongin kept his hand cupped around the back of Wonpil's and made it start to them slowly, breaking the kiss to trail gentle kisses down his neck. He moved lower and swiped his hot tongue over the vampire's , pecking it before he tugged it with his teeth a little, merely playful. The dhampir wanted to touch the vampire as much as he wanted to be touched by him, so he'd show it through his body. They kept learning each other through touch, and Jongin was as much of a giver as an eager receiver.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin Jongin's whimper was quiet, but Wonpil heard it. He heard it and he grinned against the dhampir's lips, amused by the response. Was it really such a bother that Wonpil could hold his own against the teasing Jongin subjected him to? How amusing. The vampire found it cute, in a sadistic sort of way. But as adorable as he found it, Wonpil couldn't deny that Jongin had been /very/ well-behaved thus far and that he should probably give him permission to do more at some point soon. Petting over the hair he had just pulled, Wonpil watched Jongin with a critical eye, filing away what the dhampir seemed to like. It wasn't as though they'd taken the time to stop and discuss what it was that they liked—rather, both of them were learning as they went, and Wonpil found Jongin's noises and expressions to be extremely enlightening. The less the dhampir concealed, the more intrigued Wonpil became, wanting to pick him apart and find even more reactions. Gazing down at Jongin, he shook his head, amused. "Of course I do," he replied, words an even drawl that was half-sarcasm and half-humor. He brushed his fingers over one of the marks Jongin had left on his neck, quirking a brow down at the dhampir. Wonpil's obsession with marks was one that they both shared, Jongin all-too eager to cover his body with marks just as the vampire wanted to stain the younger man's skin with his own. He could have teased for longer, could have spun the tension out around them until it would snap like an extremely taught string, but he took mercy on both Jongin and himself when he reached out to brush wayward strands of hair away from Jongin's eyes, sighing, "Alright. You can touch me how you want, Jongin."

@[V] Kim Wonpil "I am not one to do it without it, and of course, I don't intend for you to stop what you're doing to me, either," Jongin responded, casually honest like he always was. Truthfully, the dhampir didn't mind submitting, he was as much of a dominant man as he was submissive with his partners, a so called 'switch' in every sense of the word. However, it was Wonpil's nonchalance that bothered him, like an itch under his skin that he couldn't scratch. He longed to feel beneath that carefully crafted surface. So when said man whispered 'not yet' he actually made a tiny sound of protest into the kiss, merely above a very muffled whimper in the back of his throat. The tug and push on his hair earned Wonpil another moan, after staying styled for hours the pulling bordered on painful, so when it switched to gentle stroking it replaced it with pleasurable shivers down his nape. Now bare, except for Wonpil's stockings, the skin on skin was even more exciting. The vampire's front felt warm now, Jongin's fingers reached between their chests to play with his , rolling it between his finger and tugging ever so gently. He was keeping the touch light, since the vampire still hadn't given him permission, and also because unlike their last encounter, he felt no urgency, the only thing that remained the same was his desire for the older man. He continued rolling their hips together but didn't acknowledge either of their growing s, simply kept his free hand on Wonpil's cheek, smoothing over the muscle. He pulled back with a wet pop once he was done marks, his lips and admiring his fresh work, his eyes glanced up at the vampire's and the dhampir smiled, unapologetic. "You look beautiful," Jongin remarked, much like Wonpil had told him earlier, but for this moment it was spoken with a particular intimacy, for the fact that the vampire was covered in marks made by him.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin It would be a lie if Wonpil said that he disliked the teasing games that they played, even when things weren't so hurried and intense as they had been the last time. "Oh? Do you want me to give you permission to do what you want with me?" he asked, stroking the line between Jongin's pectorals. There was something heady about having Jongin so quietly confess that he was still behaving for Wonpil, until the vampire let him do as he pleased. That... was another thing that Wonpil definitely would want to think more on later, but for the time being... For the time being, he wanted to hold onto that feeling of power for just a little longer, to wring just a little more obedience out of Jongin before he surrendered himself again. He leaned close, close enough that their noses were brushing, and just a little further to whisper against his lips, "Not quite yet, darling." And then Jongin was kissing him again, Wonpil's eyes fluttering shut as he made a soft noise of content in the back of his throat at the contact, hand moving to fist in the back of Jongin's hair. It wasn't a great position to be asked to lift his legs in, but he did the best he could to let Jongin finish undressing him—save for the stockings that were still wrapped around his thighs, though he had a feeling those would stay on. He loosened his grip on Jongin's hair so he could through it again, shuddering delicately as he rolled his hips down on Jongin, slow fluid motions that lacked the desperation from their last encounter. His head lolled to the side, letting the dhampir have room to work, a quiet shiver leaving him when he realized Jongin was leaving a mark where it would be visible no matter where he were, so obvious and out in the open that it if he wanted to hide it, he would have to rely on makeup that he preferred not to cover himself in. But Wonpil only hid marks when he was onstage at the bar, to present the professional side of himself, and well... No one could blame him if he didn't want to hide this mark, such a blatant sign of the weird spell Jongin had cast over him. Wonpil didn't even find it in himself to mind that this one was where he couldn't hide it just by wearing one of his usual shirts. Perhaps that was even more enthralling, that he wouldn't be able to conceal it easy. But still, he tugged at Jongin's hair, brief but vengeful.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin let out a soft snort at Wonpil's words. Of course he would say that, Jongin knew of the satisfaction he gave the vampire whenever he was so visual with his reactions. He wasn't one to shy away from showing his pleasure, but the way they kept teasing each other made him want to hold back, make it a little harder to pull it out of him. Now taking a proper look at Wonpil the man looked sinfully alluring, the glitter on his lids only made his red irises look even more otherwordly, and the lipstick smeared on his lips, slightly swollen from being wrapped his had Jongin wanting to bite down on them and claim them. "It /is/ unfair because I am the only one coming undone by it, well, for the time being, I am still behaving for you, until you let me," as an if on cue the warm flush in his cheeks only became brighter when he heard Wonpil liked his warmth, which he had already figured, but there were some reactions the dhampir was unable to hold back. The soft laughter that bubbled through the silence brough a wider smile to Jongin's face "alright," was uttered quietly as confirmation before he claimed Wonpil's mouth in a deep kiss. His hand moved to the older man's front and undid his shorts with nimble fingers, pulling the shorts down over his , down his thighs, until they became stuck from the position. "Lift your legs for a second," he asked gently, almost echoing Wonpil's words from earlier as he took off the mans shorts and then slowly slid warm palms up cold thighs, settling them back on the vampire's to knead the soft flesh. He enjoyed the consideration Wonpil was giving him with his fangs, the dhampir knew they were sharp enough that it wasn't so easy to thread over thin skin like that, still each little graze of his canines made Jongin shudder for a mixture of reasons. He pressed Wonpil down by the hips so they could push together with slow, sensual grinding, pulling a quiet moan out of him. Jongin let the vampire mess up his styled hair, for which he didn't have a care for, it felt nice even, hours of tight hair spray slowly loosening up from his scalp, his lids fluttered closed and he busied himself with tracing kisses down Wonpil's neck. He a fresh set of marks to adorn the already bruised skin, giving extra attention to a mark that sat just under the man's jawline, bright red and angry, he wanted it visible, just like they both liked.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "Now, I hardly think that it's unfair," Wonpil disagreed, smiling down at the dhampir underneath him with just the slightest hint of fang peeking out from between his lips. He imagined that the peachy lipstick he'd been wearing earlier was smeared, could see traces of it on Jongin's own lips and where Wonpil had bit his way down his chest. Well, it would wash off, and it wasn't that noticeable against the bronze of Jongin's skin anyway. "Doesn't that just mean you like the feeling of my cold body against yours? Hardly what I would consider /unfair/, since I happen to like your warmth /very/ much." A light laugh bubbled out of him, pleased to see Jongin releasing his true nature at last. "Then let me satisfy you," Wonpil purred in response. He let himself being maneuvered into the spot Jongin wanted him in without protest, slipping his tongue into the dhampir's mouth. Jongin was letting his hands wander farther now, fingers slipping from where they'd teased under the hem of his shorts to push the garment higher, hot against cold skin. With their hips pushed together, the vampire made a soft noise into Jongin's mouth, his knees pressing against the sides of the younger man's pelvis. Feeling Jongin's finger brush against him, Wonpil broke the kiss, fangs catching only briefly against Jongin's lower lip when he pulled back. It wasn't harsh enough to break the skin, the vampire always careful of what he did to prevent from drawing the vampire's blood. It was committed to his memory that Jongin never wanted that, and he wasn't one to do something he knew one of his partners didn't want. He shifted his hand up from Jongin's hip to smooth through the dhampir's hair, fingers carding through the slicked-back locks and delicately loosening them from their styling. The of his fingers were gentle, careful not to tug or tangle but freeing the dhampir's hair so it wasn't so rigid, so well-secured. Much like Wonpil's touch could crumble the dhampir's composure—but then, Jongin also shook and threatened Wonpil's own composure, even if it didn't show so easily because he didn't have the telltale betrayal of warm, living blood like the man underneath him did.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin's chest heaved as he slowly regained his breath, watching the show Wonpil displayed for him. Slim, elegant fingers scooped up his own and it off, sitting back and off of him with the utmost trained composure and grace, as if the act was so casual and the dhampir didn't know if he was more aroused or flustered at the lewd sight. Much like he'd mentioned before, it did get his blood pumping inside his veins, itching to reach out and touch the vampire, break him down, warm him up with his own body and just wreck that composure altogether. He was still behaving though, these were just thoughts racing through his blissed out brain that the vampire unintentionally brought out in him. "We were, it is rather unfair," Jongin chuckled lowly, lips breathlessly stretching a little. He sat up higher on the couch, just enough to lean his head on the small arm rest, taking in a particularly long inhale, "I feel as if I were feverish, yet you remain so cold, it intrigues me too, how your touch heats me up instead of cooling me." They were identically different that way, bound by their vampiric nature yet divided where only one heart beat. His feet dug into the velvet, fingers absently drawing a pattern against it while his eyes remained on Wonpil, returning the heavy stare and finally allowing for the pools of red to overflow into his irises, glowing bright as hints of fangs peeked through his stretched lips. "Not nearly," he responded to the question, tone deep with hints of amusement coating it. Jongin maintained eye contact as Wonpil leaned over him, reaching up to grab the back of the man's thighs and maneuver him to straddle him, sliding his fingertips under the hem of his shorts. He tilted his head into the kiss, almost automatically parting his lips in response to deepen it, unabashedly tasting himself on the vampire's mouth. Their tongues glided slowly, unhurried much like earlier, but this time Jongin's hands didn't stop, they pushed Wonpil's shorts higher up on his , exposing more skin and squeezing it in his palms, pushing his hips down to meet the dhampir's. His middle finger slid in between Wonpil's cheeks, grazing his entrance through the thin line of the shorts that barely covered it.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin Wonpil pulled off so that only the tip remained in his mouth, hand coming to the dhampir through his , milking him through. He swallowed what he had in his mouth before he the rest of Jongin's release off of his lips, finger coming up to collect a stray drop from his cheek—he popped his finger in his mouth to the off, and sat back on his heels to stare down at the dhampir that was still coming off of his high. Yes, the vampire felt a good deal more content after that, admiring the blissful expression Jongin was wearing—some of the desire to have Jongin fall apart under his touch was sated, though there was still an eager itch laying under his skin. "I believe we were talking about how flustered I made you," he replied, stretching his arms over his head to pop a kink out of his back with a soft pop, "and I can feel it. How hot your body runs with the right amount of coaxing. It's... intriguing." And there it was, going back to the differences between them even though they were so similar. He gracefully tilted to the side, draping his arm along the back of the couch and slipping his legs to the side to let them dangle off of the couch, feet brushing the floor. His gaze was heavy with lust as he returned the dhampir's hungry stare with one of his own. "Are you satisfied?" he inquired, lips twitching with mirth. It was almost a reflection of the question Jongin had asked earlier, though again they both knew the answer. He leaned over Jongin, hand planting on the couch beside the dhampir's chest. His other hand left the back of the couch when he moved, and he let it come to rest on the side of Jongin's hip. Leaning forward, he captured Jongin's lips in another kiss, nipping at the dhampir's lip to encourage him to open his mouth.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin sat up a little, supporting himself on his elbows to look down at Wonpil and watch intently. Unlike his previous partners the vampire had an endurance Jongin had never seen on anyone but himself, he guessed he was slowly discovering the perks of sleeping with his own kind. Once the older man raised himself and their heads were at the same level the dhampir was momentarily beguiled with the glowing red in his eyes that wasn't there before. His own eyes were still a marred brown, tinted with red that he was holding back, much like his fangs. His arousal put his senses in overdrive, he could smell the scent of Wonpil's blood inside his veins much clearer now, the urge to bite present but he didn't intend to act on it, at least not for the time being. The little smirk he was greeted it was enough confirmation that he was enjoying himself, but so was Jongin. When that warmth wrapped around his length again he felt that familiar resolve melting away, to give into his pleasure. He allowed himself to do it, partly under the vampire's encouragment, and with a few more bobs of his head he was coming with hot spurts, filling Wonpil's mouth. He held back his voice for the most part, but a deep, gutural moan still ripped through his clenched teeth, thighs quivering with barely controlled restraint. "," he cursed lowly, flopping back to rest his head on a cushion and run a hand through his slicked back hair. He was burning up whereas Wonpil's touch remained cool and soothing against him, which he enjoyed, but part of him found it unfair. "What were we talking about?" he chuckled, tilting his head to look down at the mess that was the vampire with his own release coating his lips, bare chested and wearing tight shorts and stockings that did little to stave off Jongin's arousal for the man, still coming down from his high.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin The thumb of the hand that remained on Jongin's thigh d reassuring circles over the dhampir's skin, feeling some of the tension in his muscles that came from his self-restraint. Perhaps another time, Wonpil would let him his mouth. At the moment, however... he could hear how the half-human was unraveling, his breathing giving him away, another thing that Wonpil didn't have to worry about destroying his image of composure. He didn't need to breathe, and while he remembered to breathe in front of those who didn't know he was a vampire, he wasn't bothering to fake it with his company—who knew intimately how undead he was. Wonpil raised his gaze to look at Jongin, silent acknowledgement of the utterance of his name even if he knew what the younger man was saying with that quiet warning. The vampire took his time dragging himself off of the dhampir's , hand wrapping around it while he jerked it slowly. He raised his head so he could make eye contact with the dhampir, his eyes practically glowing even in the well-lit room. "Go ahead," he uttered, lips twitching into the smallest hints of a smirk—not too self-satisfied. " in my mouth, Jongin." And with that, he dipped back down to take Jongin back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks around the dhampir's shaft. His thumb continued to rub circles into the heated flesh of Jongin's thigh—the younger man's body was hot underneath him now, a pleasant heat against Wonpil's cool skin. And the vampire was proud to be the cause.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin's resolve to touch Wonpil sure did falter once the vampire got to work. He was just as experienced as the dhampir had expected but the sudden touch of the cold steel against his vein still came as a pleasant surprise. He wet his lips and sighed, breathing picking up a little in anticipation as the vampire slowly worked his way up Jongin's length, he wasn't teasing him and for that the dhampir was thankful. He considered himself to have a great amount of restraint, but for some reason the vampire had this effect on him that made him throw out his reason and indulge in his deepest desires. Still, Jongin liked to draw out his pleasure, he'd shown it well on their last encounter, tonight was no different in that. He didn't his hips, despite his body screaming at him to do so. The vampire's mouth was heavenly, the walls him in tightly and each graze of the piercing brought a visible shiver down his thighs, his twitched as precum started oozing from the tip. He wouldn't come yet though, not so easily. He was good at staving off his own , and besides he didn't intend to end the fun so soon, even if Wonpil was making it hard to resist, Jongin was not so pliant to give him that satisfaction just yet. He tightened his hold on the vampire's hair, not too hard, a silent warning that he was close. His ragged breathing joined the lewd sounds that filled the room, "Wonpil," he called gently, wether as a warning or to ask for permission, he was unsure, digging his teeth with hints of fangs onto his bottom lip.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "Is that so," Wonpil hummed, voice dropping in pitch. He was certain Jongin knew exactly what his warm body did to him, with the way he was talking, dangling it out like bait on a hook. He had to bite out a laugh against the flesh of Jongin's abdomen, at the accusation of being mean; because Jongin was certainly not one to talk about mean marks left behind, with the bruises and bitemarks he'd left littering Wonpil's skin after their last meeting. This was just turnabout, and that was fair play. The vampire paused in his admiration of Jongin's body long enough to raise his arms and allow the dhampir to pull his shirt off, leaving him in only his shorts and his thigh-highs now. He didn't mind being partially dressed, his focus on Jongin's pleasure for the moment. But of course Jongin also wanted to touch, reaching between Wonpil's legs and resting his hand against him. Before he took the dhampir into his mouth Wonpil reached down, wrapping his slim fingers around Jongin's wrist in a quiet warning for him to not try and turn him on too much unless he wanted the vampire's fangs to come out when he was blowing him—and that wouldn't be too pleasant for either of them, the musician imagined. Wonpil smiled around Jongin's length at the feeling of a hand settling in his hair, shifting in a position that was more comfortable for him to bob his head. His tongue was flat along the underside of Jongin's , piercing pressing colder than Wonpil's body against the thick vein as the vampire bobbed up, leaving his lips wrapped around just the head. He swirled his tongue around the tip before pressing the ball of his piercing against the slit, gentle but firm, hands pressing down on Jongin's thighs in case he decided to try to up when Wonpil swallowed him back down again. The vampire bobbed his head a few more times, slow in his appreciation of Jongin's , quiet slurping sounds filling the air around them. For a few moments, he was still, mouth warming the dhampir's length as he contemplated letting Jongin in his mouth—would the dhampir want to continue if he came early? Did it matter if they continued? Wonpil made up his mind and resumed his previous pace, reaching up to run his fingers over Jongin's balls, teasing at him. Usually the vampire was a lover far more selfish, but it had already been established, at least in Wonpil's own mind, that Jongin... was capable of making him do some surprising things, like putting another's pleasure above his own. And with the dhampir being pliant underneath him, behaving himself for the moment, Wonpil would be a fool not to take advantage and make Jongin come undone at least once.

@[V] Kim Wonpil "It's when you become coy, but in humans it makes them hot, gets their blood pumping right under their skin," Jongin responded even if he hadn't exactly been prompted to do so. A part of him, not so little, wanted to tempt Wonpil ever so slightly sometimes. He had noticed how drawn the vampire was to his warmth, he had a feeling he was the first half human the older man had been with in a while, if not ever. The experience was new for the dhampir was well, his past partners had always felt as hot as himself to the point it got uncomfortable. With Wonpil however, his temperature never changed, he remained cool and composed no matter what Jongin did to him, it was exciting. He let the other man guide him into the position he wanted, shifting to lie down on the couch, feeling the soft velvet prickle against his nape. Wonpil's lips were warm, perhaps because of Jongin's own skin, but it felt nice, despite how rough it was. He grit his teeth and let out a pained sigh, tinted with arousal. "Mean," he muttered but he sounded very willing to take such treatment, his neck throbbed where the vampire had just bruised him. The dhampir healed faster than humans, but these would still take a couple days. He lifted his hips at the request, letting Wonpil undress him until he laid bare and pliant on the soft frabric. That wouldn't do. The corner of his lips twitched when the vampire used the same words on him, so just like he'd said, his hands got distracted and raised the oversized shirt up Wonpil's chest, until he raised his arms so he could slide it over his head and discard it somewhere without looking. Jongin's gaze roamed over the vampire's pale creamy chest, still littered with the dhampir's marks, down to the short shorts that hugged his thighs. He didn't buck his hips when Wonpil's slim fingers wrapped around his length, even if the touch was cold and brought a shiver down his spine. He stood still and let him control the pace, calm with restraint. Jongin raised himself a little just as the vampire lowered himself between his legs, reaching a hand to slide between Wonpil's thighs, cupping him through his thight shorts. He sighed out his approval once warm lips wrapped around his length, him in until his tip grazed the wall of the vampire's throat, then Jongin did shudder visibly, but he kept still regardless. He reached a hand and fisted Wonpil's hair gently, not pushing just holding, the vampire said he wanted to take his time and Jongin didn't want to disrupt that just yet, he was still behaving.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "Flustered, mmm?" Wonpil's gentle kisses over Jongin's fingers turned into a nip at one of his knuckles, teeth gentler than they could have been. Restraint had come to him with time, with age, and with lessons that were hard-learned. He hummed, enjoying the feeling of Jongin's hands running over his body, rucking up his shirt to show the short, short shorts he had worn underneath and pale skin under the dhampir's palm. "I won't mind at all," he murmured, lips quirking up at the corners. He thumbed open the button of Jongin's pants and pulled the zipper down slow, dropping his head to mouth at Jongin's sharp collarbone, flesh warm against his mouth. , that did things to him that Wonpil didn't want to think about. Why, exactly, did it attract him so much that Jongin was /warm/ whereas Wonpil's other partners had all been as cold as he, himself, was? Instead of giving it thought, Wonpil placed a hand on Jongin's shoulder and pushed him to the side, lifting his body off of Jongin and maneuvering the dhampir onto his back. It was difficult and altogether not a clean maneuver, but it gave Wonpil room to move, hands on Jongin's thighs and lips and teeth mapping a trail down the dhampir's abdomen. He left behind marks as he went, marks that were dark and mean and bound to remain. But he stopped just above the hem of Jongin's pants, taking a moment to push himself up and grin, all gleaming teeth and wicked eyes, at the dhampir. There was so much he could do to tease, dropping down to mouth at Jongin's crotch through his pants with a twinkle in his eye, but Jongin was behaving so well and Wonpil thought he needed to be rewarded for that. "Lift your hips for a second," he instructed, fingers hooked beneath the hem of Jongin's pants. When he was obeyed he dragged down the model's pants and underwear, far enough to let his spring free. "Good boy," he murmured, echoing Jongin's words from their last encounter. He lifted a hand to spit in his palm, altogether unabashed by the action before he wrapped his hand around Jongin's length and gave a gentle , rolling his thumb over the head. Though he gave him a few more , Wonpil eventually grew bored and lowered himself between Jongin's legs, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip before he parted his lips and took him into his mouth, lack of a gag reflex showing itself when he took him to the base. Perks of being over a hundred years old and not needing to breathe, he supposed.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Wonpil's words only brought a stirring to the pit of Jongin's stomach, his eyes visibly darkened, blood red pools swirling around dilated pupils. The bite took him by surprise, and he was vocal about it, a soft whimper ripped through his lips, but he didn't pull back, he let the vampire continue his ministrations. A shudder ran over his spine the more Wonpil bit his sensitive skin, we was weak for this sort of play, but he wouldn't admit that out loud. The dhampir didn't really have to though, his physical response was confirmation enough that he enjoyed being marked. It was an exhilarating display of trust, the vampire could puncture his skin any second, but he wouldn't, and it had Jongin tripping an oversensitive line of pleasure. He felt his skin warm where it would soon start to bruise, and he already knew his makeup artist was going to hate him tomorrow. His back arched off the couch automatically when Wonpil ripped his shirt off, not even giving him a moment to respond. Some of the buttons clinked on the floor and Jongin was quick to adjust, helping the other man strip him until his toned torso was bare and exposed to the cold air in the apartment. "That was a bold move, I'm flustered," he added with mirth, tracing Wonpil's lips with his knuckles gently. His free hand slid under the vampire's oversized shirt and ran over his smooth thigh, down to his and he gave it a tight squeeze, kneading the soft cheek in his palm. Once his other hand was freed he ran it under Wonpil's other side, resting it on his waist and ridding his shirt up along with his hand. "I've no qualms about it, but don't mind if my fingers get distracted," Jongin answered, leaning in to peck Wonpil's lips. He didn't mind submiting for a while, he liked it, but now without any urgency between them, he wanted to explore the vampire's body too. With him sitting on his lap with the shirt ridding high on his hips it was hard for the dhampir to stay still and take it, but he would behave well, for now.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin Jongin's hands were warm through the fabric of his shirt, where they d over his waist as Wonpil kissed him. He followed Jongin's mouth, caging him in with a forearm draped over the back of the couch beside the dhampir's head. "Maybe I do want to eat you," he replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "you look good enough to." He left fluttering kisses along the line of Jongin's jaw, trailing down to leave a rough mark bitten and into the soft skin of his neck. This time, Wonpil wasn't letting him escape with so few markings. One bite turned into another and then another, careful not to draw his blood but harsh enough to bruise his skin. He lifted his head so he could stare into Jongin's eyes, red beginning to swirl to life beneath the darkness of his pupils. "And maybe you want to eat me. It's okay if we devour each other, isn't it? That's just nature. Also, I hope you don't like this shirt much." With the blazer gone, it was only the shirt underneath that stood between Wonpil and Jongin's bare skin, even pushed up as it was. He gripped both sides of the shirt and ripped, buttons popping off of fabric. Like nothing had happened the vampire pushed it down Jongin's shoulders, guiding him up long enough to get rid of that, too. Wonpil smoothed a hand over the line of Jongin's clavicle, down to a hand that he took by the wrist and brought to his mouth, pressing gentle kisses over the dhampir's fingers. He brought his other arm down off of the armrest of the couch and slipped his hand between their bodies, heel of his palm pressing against Jongin's , fingers cupping around him. "Let me take my time with you," he murmured, close enough to Jongin's lips that he could kiss him if he just leaned a little further down. He wanted to know that Jongin wanted to turn over the reins for a little while, to let Wonpil take the time to worship the planes and slopes and lines of Jongin's body, so much different from his own.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin chuckled at Wonpil's answer, not expecting any less honesty from the man, even if it was obvious the dhampir had no intention in stopping there either. He leaned back against the blue velvet tickling his nape while he watched Wonpil take his neklaces off one by one, sure he was putting on a little show while doing so, but Jongin was content to watch it, admiring every subtle curve of his body and that delicate accentuated waist of his turning with every movement, his fingers absently ran through the soft fabric of the belt around the vampire's waist, poking his fingertips through the holes, eventually reaching the silver buckle. He danced around it before he gently lifted the prong with his thumb, undoing the buckle with a flick of his wrist and then running his palm down the long strap that hung off the side of Wonpil's hip, pulling it so the whole belt came undone after his hand, loosening the large shirt the vampire was wearing. The cinching was soon replaced by Jongin's own hands, after placing the belt next to them he put his hands on Wonpil's waist and caressed it through the fabric, looking up at the older man hovering over him in time to meet him for the kiss, just as slow, it seemed their bodies flowed together seamlessly with languid sensuality, tasting each other without urgency. He made no move to dominate the kiss, letting the vampire taste his mouth and slowly dropped his head on the back rest as Wonpil followed, Jongin playfully glided his tongue over the man's canines, not enough to puncture, but they were sharp enough that it would be easy to. The words uttered in between had the tip of the dhampir's ears reddening a little. He was well used to hearing that, but something about hearing it out Wonpil's lips had a different effect on him. He raised himself a little just to shrug his blazer off, letting it pool behind his back without a second care. He wasn't sure if his skin was especially warm, or if Wonpil's fingers were so cold, but the touch of his fingers left a trail of goosebumps behind. His s were especially sensitive, eliciting a sigh from his lips. "You look like you want to eat me," he played, tilting his neck while his left hand slipped under the man's long shirt, up his thigh. "Or is that me? I can't tell anymore," Jongin smiled, feeling the cool silk of his shirt graze his chin.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "And something tells me you're not wrong," hummed Wonpil, feeling the change of Jongin's pulse beneath his fingers. If there was one thing he particularly enjoyed about being a vampire, it was the ability to feel and hear things about the bodies of his partners that another might not have the advantage to sense. Like the rhythmic thump of Jongin's heartbeat, or the flow of blood in his veins, the occasional hitch in his breathing. And his breathing—such a natural thing, warm on Wonpil's skin. Pressed closer still to Jongin's body, the vampire nipped at Jongin's lip once his own was released, quietly vengeful. Lifting himself up on his knees, he was taller than Jongin like this, could look down at the dhampir. "After just one kiss? I'm hardly sated," he snorted, one hand placed on Jongin's shoulder to help him balance himself and the other one reaching up to take off the mess of necklaces he had on. They looked nice, yes, but they'd just end up getting in his way at one point or another, so he unhooked them one at a time and twisted around to lean back and drop them on the table beside the couch. Was it a way to show off the weird ways he could curve and bend his body? It could have been, if it weren't for the fact that Jongin already knew he could fold Wonpil into a pretzel and have his way already. No, the vampire was just avoiding vacating the dhampir's lap long enough to do anything the proper way. He leaned down, hand shifting up to cup Jongin's jaw, and kissed him again—languid, slow, into Jongin's mouth to taste him, taste his warmth. The dhampir tasted like the alcohol he'd been consuming earlier that night, like the most delicate undertones of blood, like that distinct taste of /himself/ that Wonpil found altogether intoxicating. His free hand slipped up under the hem of Jongin's shirt, shoving it up to his collar, exposing his chest and abdomen to Wonpil when he pulled back. "You're so beautiful," he uttered, voice low, fingers trailing over the planes of Jongin's body, brushing over his s, settling under his pectorals. He wanted to take his time, ring an or two from Jongin before he let him him, paint the dhampir's body with marks.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin laughed smoothly in reponse, tilting his head to the side against the back rest as he stared at Wonpil, lips stretched into a boyish grin. "Something tells me you like deviants," his gaze trailed lower once the vampire leaned in, almost closing the distance between them. Jongin's breathing was a little heavier than his companion's, warmer, perks of his beating heart, they warmed Wonpil's lips before they even touched. He didn't respond, but his pulse quickened ever so slightly when cold delicate fingers pressed against his throat. He felt as if Wonpil could hear everything going on inside him, from his heartbeat to the slow stirring in the pit of his stomach, and he thought it gave the vampire an unfair advantage, but he didn't want to remove his hand. He didn't want to control the situation in any way. This time Jongin was more than willing to let Wonpil set the pace to their touches, he was in no hurry. Sure, the dhampir was excited, but this time it was different, rather than distress and urgency to feel, he only felt a light buzz running under through his veins, subsided euphoria, prolonged by each of their slow touches. The hunger in his eyes was calm with no storm, even with previous partners, he was never one to be pushy, rather he was mutable to his partner, and right now, he enjoyed the slow sensuality between them. This was the first vampire that made Jongin feel like this, mellow and aroused, he was intent on chasing this feeling with him, they had the whole night after all. He subconsciously mimicked Wonpil's action, wetting his own lips in anticipation for the kiss that followed, their lips pressed together smoothly, his instantly parting as he tilted his head, gliding his tongue against his playfully, his hands slid up to wrap around Wonpil's waist, the chains in skirt clinking as he hugged the older man closer, prolonging the kiss for a little more, moving their lips together at a sensual, leisured pace, when they parted he tugged Wonpil's bottom lip between his teeth gently, exhaling through his nose. "Good?" he whispered, teasing lightly, as if that kiss was all the vampire wanted.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "Mmm, I'll take full responsibility." Wonpil promised, unable to fight back an answering smile. "I absolutely am," he agreed, "but if I'm naughty then you're a deviant and I won't listen to any protests you make." His eyes glimmered playfully, pulling his thumb away from Jongin's lips before he leaned in. "I don't think I'm so interested in the water, anymore. Something much more appealing is right in front of me," he told the dhampir, his voice low with promise. His palm settled on the side of Jongin's throat, cool over his pulse point, feeling the warmth of his skin and the gentle thrum of his heartbeat. "Lucky for you, I quite like the way I am right now, too."
This wasn't usual for Wonpil, settling so comfortably with someone he'd slept with once; sitting in his lap, enjoying the moment, in no hurry to push things further. There was none of his usual pushy desperation, instead a quiet content. Was it because he knew already that Jongin was capable of pleasing him? Was it because there was something about Jongin that was so similar, so familiar to the way Wonpil himself was? Or was it something else entirely? The vampire couldn't say, but it was... nice. He liked it, not feeling as though he had to rush. This was different in a nice way. "I want an actual kiss this time," he stated, Jongin's warning before he leaned forward, hand moving from Jongin's neck to the back of the couch beside the dhampir's head. He wet his lips before he pressed them to Jongin's, tongue sliding along the seam of the younger man's lips, a gentle tease. The way he moved was slow, unhurried, intent on enjoying this moment, too.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin matched Wonpil's smile with a tiny smirk of his own, sliding his hands back around the small of the vampire's back to hug him closer to him. "In a way, I would say you stole me away, you did rather flirtatiously pull me through the back door," he pretends to look like he's debating this factor with mock contemplation, his ring adorned hands slide lower down Wonpil's hips until they are on top of his thighs, giving them a soft squeeze, enjoying the way they fit in his hands. "It's your fault, you should take responsibility," he added, building a case for himself with certainty, almost looking serious if not for the devious quirk of his lips. He couldn't even frind it in himself to be the least concerned with work at that moment, perhaps he really had been caught by the vampire, but if so, he'd be a willing hostage.
"You're the naughty one," his eyes were carefully studying Wonpil's, slowly gazing down his features as the two men stared each other down, but his expression wasn't as thoughtful, if anything, it was relaxed. He parted his lips for the thumb that pressed down on them, subtly flicking his tongue against it, when their lips brushed, he didn't return the gesture, but he was stroking the pad of his thumb over Wonpil's thigh gently, enjoying the light intimacy of the moment. "How rude of me, I promised to offer you some water now that I recall, but I suppose this scenario invalidates that offer, I'm good though, if I were to say yes, you'd get up, and I find that I quite like the way you are right now."

@[Dh] Kim Jongin Warm hands pressed cold metal rings into cold skin when the dhampir's hands slid up Wonpil's legs, over the metal rings that rimmed the top of his thigh highs. "Of course not, Jongin, you always look lovely," Wonpil laughed, amusement sparked by the playful smile that pulled at the younger man's lips and the words that he uttered. "But I wanted to tell you that you looked lovely tonight." He tilted his head, smiling down at the dhampir. "Why thank you, that's very kind." He might have said more, but the loud buzzing of a vibrating phone interrupted anything that he could have said, the vibrations tickling one of the knees that was bracketing Jongin's waist through the material of Jongin's clothing. With a quiet sigh at the interruption, the vampire pulled his hands away and shifted back on Jongin's legs so that his companion could dig out his phone, watching Jongin gaze at the screen. Once the device was dropped to the cushions beside them, Wonpil moved back in, but this time closer to the dhampir's body than he had been before. "You're being so bad," he agreed, lips curling upward. "The absolute worst." Clearly, Jongin's coworkers and friends were looking for him. "Your absence has been noticed, it would seem, and you're just going to ignore the people looking for you. How naughty of you." But the vampire was smirking, quite pleased with himself for stealing Jongin away, quite like the cat that had caught the canary. His hands trailed up Jongin's sides, fingers rippling over his chest until they rested on either side of the deep V that exposed delicious golden skin to view.
For a long moment, Wonpil was quiet. He merely gazed down at the dhampir, studying him in silence, his usual expression replaced by something of a thoughtful one. His left hand moved, thumb stroking over Jongin's bottom lip, gently pulling it away from the catch of the dhampir's teeth. And then his expression cleared, the vampire withdrawing his hand to cup it behind Jongin's head and draw him in so he could brush their lips together. It wasn't really much of a kiss, just a flutter of touch, the lightest of contact before Wonpil leaned back just a little—just enough to put a little space between their faces—and said, "I don't want to be a bad host, so for the sake of my upbringing, if you want something to eat or drink, there's human food and... well, blood, in the kitchen. I don't keep alcohol in my home, but I have a few sodas and juices and the water of course works as well." Not that he really thought that Jongin would want anything, but... it would bother him not to offer, since the dhampir was his guest in his home.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin's lips stretched into a flirtatious grin of his own, pleased with the answer, openly displaying his own set of canines. No fangs, they were pronounced just enough that there was no hiding he and Wonpil were the same inside, just enough that both creatures looked predatorial staring each other down, playing with each other. "Try me," he responded, just as lowly, playing along as if he hadn't had a taste of it already. "Oh, I didn't. I know you know those things," he responded quickly, teasing. He was well aware that despite how different Wonpil was from other vampires, he still shared the same vanity that was natural to their kind.
"Is that your way of saying I might have flustered you, just a little bit?" He tilted his head with a lopsided smile, eyes crinkling with mirth, but he didn't push further, watching Wonpil's hand leave his cheek to go for his keys, letting him guide him by his wrist and following at a leisured pace, roaming his eyes over the back of Wonpil's outfit while they walked, only looking up once they stepped inside the apartment and he took in the view. It was a modern place, unlike other vampires, perhaps older ones, Wonpil's looked up to date, no external traces of his real age anywhere. "How contemporary," Jongin commented, taking off his own shoes in the process, "thank you," he responded gently, looking down to meet the vampire's glittery eyes. The dhampir let himself be guided again, blindly stepping backwards in the direction he was led, the wooden boards creaked with each of their steps, until the back of his knees hit the couch and he so he sat down, resting his back against soft velvet. A quiet chuckle left his lips when the vampire immediately climbed into his lap, his palms slid over his stocking covered thighs, something he'd been wanting to do since he saw Wonpil in them, moving to lace behind the small of his back, keeping the hold loose and relaxed, looking up at the vampire—he stood taller now and sighing, enjoying the light touch on his hair, sending light goosebumps down his neck. "Only tonight?" He asked, another playfuly smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "you're not so bad, either," he added, fingertips absently playing with the fabric of Wonpil's skirt. His phone started vibrating loudly in his pocket then, pulling him out of the moment. He fished it out to look at all the few missed calls and messages flashing angrilly on the screen, so he he pressed a button and turned his phone off, letting it drop beside him and glancing up at the vampire whilst grazing his teeth over his bottom lip, "look at me, I'm being bad."

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "Feel free to ask as many questions as you wish," Wonpil shrugged. He didn't mind the inquiry. It was nice to interact with those who wanted to know beyond the surface that he put up of a sometimes-charming vixen. His lips spread in a slow smile, showing pronounced canines—not his fangs, of course not those, he wasn't hungry or feeling threatened, but those pronounced teeth could always give him away as a vampire if one looked close enough. "The wildest of things," he confirmed, words uttered low. He knew Jongin was playing, and he could play right back. "Might be too wild for you," the vampire trilled, as though they hadn't already played this game once before. "Oh, don't misunderstand. I know that I'm beautiful, and I know that I'm talented—close to a century of practice will bring skill. I'm just not particularly accustomed to such—open compliments." With Wonpil's tendency to skirt around discussions of his performances when he was interacting with people in the bar, it was easy for him to dodge compliments. And rarely were they so... touched with honesty as Jongin's were. Wonpil knew the difference between true compliments and someone who just wanted to get in his pants and unfortunately, the latter was far more common. But Jongin didn't need to sweet-talk him to convince him to spend time with him, and the dhampir was... different than others. "Well, I suppose I need to remedy that statement: I have one fan."
Wonpil chuffed, shaking his head in amusement. Instead of answering, he unclipped his keys from the chains at his waist and stepped out of the elevator, hand curling around Jongin's wrist to pull him along. He was in no rush when he unlocked the door, stepping into the foyer and flicking on the light. It was relaxing to be at home, amid the wood floors and white and green interior of his apartment. The vampire waited for Jongin to follow him inside before he shut and locked the door behind them, keys hung on the rack, lifting one foot so he could strip off his platformed shoes. When he stood before Jongin with only stockings to cover his feet, they again had a height difference that made the vampire tilt his head slightly upward to look him in the eye.
"Welcome to my apartment," Wonpil sighed, reaching up to wind his arms around Jongin's neck, fingertips brushing against the man's nape. He backed the dhampir into the living room, carefully navigating the man around the daybed and over to the green velvet couch. When he pushed Jongin down it was gentle, wasting no time in sliding into his lap, settling gracefully on his thighs—far enough back that there was still distance between their bodies. Wonpil's arms stayed draped over Jongin's shoulders, however, the fingers of one hand coming up to tickle at the end of Jongin's hair. "You look lovely tonight," he remarked, finally taking the time to compliment Jongin on his appearance. Even if he was certain Jongin heard he was attractive often, Wonpil found it a good statement to reaffirm.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin laughed then, lighthearted and entertained, for the first time since his long hectic day he felt his shoulders sagging a little with the tension easing off. Wonpil made him relax, he knew he was physically attracted to him, but speaking so casually with the vampire like this offered a different dynamic to their relationship. Jongin found that he quite enjoyed the vampire's personality, he was becoming less obstant to the idea of admiting that they were actually very similar, he didn't just see Wonpil as a vampire anymore, and that was a first for the dhampir, he genuinely wanted to know more about him, wanted to see him for who he was and not for what he was turned into. "Fine by me, as long as I can ask my share as well," he replied, going quiet when Wonpil offered his insight about Jongin's background, unsurprised that the vampire had most probably gone through a very similar upbringing, merely nodding in response, not because he didn't like to talk about it, but because it was a troublesome topic, and Wonpil's face looked much better when the vampire was smiling, so Jongin a little, stroking the pad of his thumb over his hand. "You're a wild thing?" he asked, pretending to sound surprised with playful mock in his tone, a good natured smile stretching over his lips, he was about to say more when he caught sight of the vampire ducking his head, in what Jongin could only intepret as self-consciousness, a new feature he was witnessing from the man. The dhampir frowned then, gently reaching over and tilting Wonpil's chin up with a finger, "don't sell yourself short, you're amazing, everyone had their eyes on you for the entire set, even me," he added playfully, but the sentiment was sincere, "there's no such thing as just an entertainer, I have a lot of consideration for people who put effort into their craft, and also I beg to differ, I'm a proud fan standing right here, waiting for my private show," he grinned.
Once they were inside the building the dhampir finally exhaled a pleased sigh, enjoying the warmth that slowly returned feeling to his limbs, following Wonpil into the elevator where they stood side by side, keeping his eyes trained in front of him, but very aware of how close they were, shoulders almost touching but keeping shy of doing so, the tension between them was permanent, but steady unlike the one from their last encounter. Jongin turned his head towards the vampire then, and looked straight in his eyes, flirtatious, "Won't you warm me up?" he asked, barely above a whisper, tilting his head against the gentle touch on his cheek, consciously craving more of it. The elevator door opened with a ding then, but Jongin's gaze didn't waver from Wonpil.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "I think I've noticed," agreed Wonpil, showing Jongin his own teeth in an answering smile. "Well, in that case, I'll be sure to pester you with /plenty/ of questions." His smile had taken on an edge of mischief again, blunt teeth bared in his amusement—though the smile faded some when Jongin spoke of his background. It was one that they had shared, truly. Wonpil himself had went through the process of lessons from tutors, childhood turned into a prison of lessons so that he could be exactly what his sire wanted him to be—maybe that was why Wonpil had manifested into the person that he was now. "That's the life of the children of the high and mighty," the turned vampire sighed. "And people wonder why so many heirs and heiresses run wild." They might as well, after so many of them had their childhoods stripped from them by their parents. "That's right. I'm glad you're true to yourself, at least. Too many others just become carbon copies of their parents." Not Wonpil, however, and clearly not Jongin either. "Singing was something my sire wanted to do, because I took so well to the piano. I guess I just took to the music," he shrugged. It certainly wasn't something he'd wanted to do before his sire had insisted that he started taking vocal lessons on top of playing the piano. "Before I was a wild thing, I was a recluse who wanted nothing but to be left alone with music." The vampire ducked his head, glad that he was a vampire and therefore wasn't prone to blushing. "Please," he chuffed, "I'm just a bar entertainer. I don't have fans."
Wonpil stopped outside the door of his building, lacing their fingers together more firmly before he led Jongin inside and to the elevator. He lived fairly high up in the building, pressing the button for his floor and then turning to face the dhampir. This was much calmer than their last encounter inside an elevator—it made him exhale a quiet laugh, but he didn't bother to explain the source of his amusement. "You seem cold," he remarked, the fingers of his free hand brushing over Jongin's cold, but flushed, cheeks. It seemed that Wonpil couldn't resist Jongin's signs of life—it intrigued him so much, how Jongin could exude the aura of a pureblood vampire and could display the behaviors of one, but could also blush and was warm and just so /alive/. Wonpil was truly enthralled with Jongin, in more ways than ual. His personality was just as interesting, flickering between warm, genuine and cool, teasing, testing. He really was a mix of both worlds, and Wonpil was beyond intrigued.

@[V] Kim Wonpil "I am a selfish man, Wonpil," Jongin responded, nonchalantly smiling, the golden hue glowing brighter in his eyes allured to much darker implications than the tone of his voice allowed. In these intances, Jongin was the embodiment of his vampiric nature, always threading between the line of deceit and his own amusement.
Jongin chuckled at Wonpil's wink, giving their entwined fingers a soft squeeze in response, "sounds good," he spoke quietly, for the vampire to hear, even if they were they were the only ones on the street at that hour, he enjoyed the tension of secrecy they had built around them since their first meeting. He pondered over the question, his dry lips before answering, "five years," as the vampire continued, Jongin turned to give him a soft smile, dismissing any hesitation he might have. "It's fine, I am true to who I am, I'm sure by now you've grasped how honest I can be," his smile showed hints of teeth, playful, to lighten the mood, "don't be afraid to ask me things, even if I might not answer, I like the initiative," though that was a particularly harmless question for the dhampir. "As for what made me decide, it's because I enjoy it. I grew up under harsh tutoring, was never allowed to choose anything for myself until I became an adult." As the child of a pureblood, the dhampir had been expected to excell in every subject since a young age, which meant his childhood had been spent strictly indoors, surrounded by books and instruments and prohibited from playing with the other vampire children. It was an understatement to say Jongin's father highly disapproved of his current line of work, but that only added an extra spur for the dhampir. "It gives me freedom, and once you get a taste of it, you don't care about what anyone else thinks anymore." there was a rosy flush coating Jongin's cheeks from the cold, he briefly wondered if it would start snowing, "and you? Was singing always a passion for you? I can tell you don't do it just because, I felt the emotions you poured into your voice earlier, you're very talented, Wonpil, I might've become a fan," he teased lightly, but there was truth to his words. Even though their stroll was pleasant, the dhampir was still human, and the cold was getting to him, he wanted to reach the vampire's apartment, the giddy feeling from earlier still present in his chest, but if questioned, he'd blame it on the cold.

@[W] Kim Jennie Closing the door behind them, Wonpil toed off his shoes and followed the werewolf into his own kitchen. He bumped into the edge of the futon in his living room on his way, quietly apologizing before he realized it was a piece of furniture, and his own furniture at that. He entered in time to see the werewolf pushing out a stool, and he glanced between her and the stool for a long moment before he finally sat down, pulled one of the blood bags out of the container, and ripped it open between his teeth.
Drinking blood from a bag was no graceful thing. Wonpil put the ripped edge of the plastic against his lips and he tipped his head back, controlling the flow of the blood by pinching the sides of the bag together. He gulped down the entire bag, teeth out even though he didn't need them to feed from a bag -- when he was hungry, he couldn't control what his fangs did. He drained the bag in what felt like a long continuous swallow. He didn't need to breathe, so he didn't need to pause, not until he'd the bag dry.
Color returned to his cheeks, brought about with the downing of his meal. Wonpil slipped off the stool and walked to the trashcan, threw away the blood bag and returned the container with his other blood bags to his refrigerator. "I need a shower," he remarked, passing a hand through his hair. He also needed to change his clothes, to get out of the bloody, dirty slacks and button-down. "I'm going to just... go take a shower. I'll be out in a minute."
As tempted as he was to relax under the hot spray of water, Wonpil made sure he showered quickly and got dressed in a clean button-down and another pair of slacks. His hair was still dripping water when he padded back into the kitchen, swept back and away from his forehead. "Would you like coffee? I have some, for non-vampire guests." He fed from a lot of humans, usually college students who wanted to experience being fed from for themselves. Wonpil always paid them, even if they went into it for the "experience" -- it was like ordering takeout, except the takeout thought they were getting more out of it than he was, because they could say they were bitten by a real-life vampire and he could survive without having to drink from his emergency bloodbags.
Wonpil was glad he had emergency bloodbags.
"I also have... apple juice, and sandwich materials," he added. After he fed, the vampire always tried to feed his donor, and so he had a peculiar amount of normal food in his apartment.