[Somehow, despite the unpleasant tang of cigarette smoke hanging around Gen’s person, when Liem bites his neck — his blood actually tastes just fine. Maybe it’s because he’s already plastered. Maybe it’s because the last person he drank from wasn’t even human, and this is closer to familiar. Either way, Gen isn’t the only one to get pleasure from the experience, to sigh into it and focus, just for a moment, on the simplicity of experiencing something you really shouldn’t, but still enjoy.
Because at the end of the day, Gen is still warm, and his breath next to Liem’s ear is so very human, and the pulse against his tongue is comfortingly steady.]
Don’t be absurd.
[Liem pulls back only slightly, a little reluctant to abandon his snack despite his self-imposed limit on how much he’d allow himself to taste. His breath still whispers over the damp skin of Gen’s neck. His fingers still have a languid hold of his ear.]
I’m already drunk.
[Besides, no matter how drunk Gen is, there’s no way his blood could be anywhere near as alcoholic as the actual beers he’s been drinking. Liem is no doctor, but he’s fairly sure that would be impossible for a living person.
And it’s not like Liem is going to drink very much of it besides. After a moment’s contemplation, he dips back down again and drags his tongue over the wound, catching a trickle of blood that had begun to weep from the bite — but he doesn’t go in for another sip.]
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Because at the end of the day, Gen is still warm, and his breath next to Liem’s ear is so very human, and the pulse against his tongue is comfortingly steady.]
Don’t be absurd.
[Liem pulls back only slightly, a little reluctant to abandon his snack despite his self-imposed limit on how much he’d allow himself to taste. His breath still whispers over the damp skin of Gen’s neck. His fingers still have a languid hold of his ear.]
I’m already drunk.
[Besides, no matter how drunk Gen is, there’s no way his blood could be anywhere near as alcoholic as the actual beers he’s been drinking. Liem is no doctor, but he’s fairly sure that would be impossible for a living person.
And it’s not like Liem is going to drink very much of it besides. After a moment’s contemplation, he dips back down again and drags his tongue over the wound, catching a trickle of blood that had begun to weep from the bite — but he doesn’t go in for another sip.]