2023 catch-all

[sterngaze]

Who: Liem & various
What: Catch-all for non-event threads
Where: Various
When: Throughout the rest of 2023
Warnings: Will be in headers as appropriate

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[epiprocta]

Yeah, no shit.

[ Said in that remarkably shitty way that makes it clear what Gen really means is, 'I fucking wish I was having this conversation with a pretty girl with big tits.' ]

But you'd throw a pissy little fit if I tried to go home with that one -- [ said as he jerks his head towards the bar, where the same beautiful young vampires from before is still lurking, gaze unsubtle fixed on Gen and no doubt just waiting for Liem to back off so she can get a convenient stupid juice box for the night ] -- wouldn't you? So I'm settling.

[ Nobody asked for him to settle???

Still, he's stumbled too far down this line of thought to back off now, and Gen idly picks at the high neck of the black turtleneck shirt he usually wears, peeling the side of it halfway down so he can slide his fingers along the side of his throat. You're supposed to be able to feel your pulse like this, right? -- oh, there it is. Hand pressed against that spot where he can feel the gentle throbbing in his veins, he looks back to Liem with that customary shitty smirk. ]

I keep telling you, it's not a big deal. And I'm curious now. Hollywood movies always make it look like it feels real good. Is that true?

[ As if Liem couldn't guess before from Gen's smoking habit -- he's weak to any promise of pleasure. And not just in the way that normal, hot-blooded young men are. For Gen, any prospect of feeling good enough to empty his head out of pesky thoughts is deeply enticing. And if the price to pay is a pint or two of blood, he'll gladly pay that to give it a go. ]

[sterngaze]

[Gen is right about one thing, at least. When Liem’s gaze slides back over to the pretty, sharp-fanged young lady sitting at the bar, the line of his mouth thins a little at the focus of her stare. Gen is just the sort of person a vampire would love to run into in a place like this: big and hearty, and more interested in a good time than in making wise decisions. Like hell is Liem going to just send him off with a wave while he goes off to get snacked on by some hungry vampiress.]

I’d be obligated to object, yes.

[Being the closest thing here to an actual responsible adult, despite being in the midst of a liquor-fuelled bender — which Liem seems to remain committed to, as he takes another sip from his umpteenth glass. Maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal to Gen if Liem took a little drink from him… but that doesn’t mean some strange vampire woman is automatically worthy of being trusted to get her fangs into him instead.]

It feels like being bitten. [Tipping his glass until he’s drained it, Liem sets it down with a click and pushes himself to his feet. If he sways a little as he straightens, that’s probably just because of the wobbliness of getting up from two seat cushions stacked on top of each other.] So it depends on if you like that.

[Which, again, he has no intention of asking Gen about. Why do lonely, depressed men keep asking him to drink their blood, though? This is the second time in half a year. Are Kenos’s shard-bearers okay?

(No. No they are not.)]

Do you still want me to do it?

[epiprocta]

[ Does he like being bitten? Drunk as he is, Gen actually takes a second to think that question over seriously. It's not like he's ever asked his girlfriend to bite him -- it's not his style to ask for anything when it comes to sex, he's the one who always has to be in control, et cetera, et cetera -- but he's never minded it when she did. Nails to the back, some hair-pulling, a few bites to the shoulder have always felt kind of nice in the aftermath, he supposes. So maybe he likes being bitten?

Also, he isn't discounting the possibility that Liem is just lying. He can't imagine Liem -- stuffy, uptight and boring as he is -- being able to honestly say 'yes, being bitten feels as orgasmically good as movies make it seem.'

The thought earns a lazy quirk of the lips, and Gen huffs a brief laugh to himself before finally, properly yanking down the side of his collar and canting his head to the side to bare his throat to Liem. ]

I ain't some coward about to back off at this point.

[ He can just imagine the way some other vampires in this joint must be staring jealously, and the thought earns a pleased, egotistical little stir in the pit of his stomach. After all, who doesn't like feeling desired? Maybe that's why he decides to be an extra little bit insufferable (not that he needs any encouragement to be insufferable).

His seat creaks beneath him as Gen lounges further in his seat, taking on the posture of someone just waiting to be ravished as he says, loudly and very cloyingly: ]

But be gentle, okay? [ His word choice is completely at odds with the awful, shit-eating grin he's wearing. ] You're gonna be my first time. [ Hehehe. ]

[sterngaze]

[For a moment, Liem just stares Gen down, his gaze intent beneath lids made heavy with the weight of too-many glasses of liquor. “Because I’m not a coward” is not a good reason to be offering up his neck to be bitten, Liem thinks. There isn’t really any good reason he can think of, and for a moment he contemplates just turning Gen down altogether, dragging him up and to some other bar, where he can at least look for a score with a living pulse.

But it won’t hurt Gen to weather a little bite to the neck, really. Not when Liem is the one biting him, even drunk and out of sorts as he is. And the rest, he doesn’t care to dwell on just now. What cause does he have trying to look after anyone else’s emotional or spiritual wellbeing, in his situation?

He moves around the table, bringing one knee up to brace against Gen’s seat as he leans over him, somehow swaying only slightly, though he should rightfully be on the floor by now. His arm braces over Gen’s shoulder; this close, the liquor smell cloaking him is underlain by a distinct note of spice and citrus.]

Impertinent, [he mutters, cool breath tickling his neck — and his pale fingers find one long, pointed ear to give it a good, firm pinch.

But that’s just a distraction, because even as he holds onto Gen’s velvety dog ear, he dips his head and sinks his teeth into smoothly into his neck.]

[epiprocta]

[ That pinch at his ear does its job perfectly. Gen's gives a low griping noise in complaint as he tilts his head to ease the pressure on his tweaked ear, his other ear giving a sharp flick in protest -- and, distracted by that tug, he doesn't even feel the smooth slide of fangs into his throat. ]

-- ah.

[ That low noise slips from his lips before he can stop it, and Gen gives a little flinch as he starts to feel the slow drag of blood pulling from his veins. It ... doesn't feel good, honestly. Not the feeling of getting drained, he thinks. Probably? -- but to say that it doesn't feel like anything would also be a lie.

Because the next pull of blood from his body has him all too alert to the feel of Liem's lips shifting against his skin, a cold breath glossing across his skin, and Gen finds himself giving a little shiver without meaning to. It's equally thoughtless when he gives a hoarse sigh of his own, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment as he tries not to think about the fact that yeah, maybe he really does like getting bitten. He'd be really into this if it were that hot vampire chick at the bar doing this to him, he thinks. ]

Nn. Liem. [ Can Liem feel the vibration through Gen's throat when he gives that slurred mumble? Maybe he can feel it more clearly when Gen gives a brief, drunken laugh, patting a hand against Liem's arm to catch his attention before he continues: ] 're you gonna get drunk from what I've been drinkin'?

[ Heh. It's kind of a funny thought. ]

[sterngaze]

[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.]

[epiprocta]

[ Oh. That makes sense.

What Gen says instead, though, is -- ]

Aw. That's no fun. [ He's still wearing that drunk, lopsided grin as he speaks, looking up at Liem from where he's draped across his seat, making no move to sit up. ] Would've been funny if you did ... would've felt more special to have an effect, you know?

[ He's definitely sloshed to be making jokes like this with someone like Liem, of all people. See also: the little 'nnf' noise he makes at the back of his throat when Liem licks up that last drop of blood. Gen seems to need a moment to process what that means, blinking for a moment before slowly bringing a hand up to the bite mark to feel it. Pretty small, huh? Even when he touches his fingertips to the holes, they only come away damp with the slightest hint of red.

Akin to a child's reaction after getting a papercut, Gen reflexively sticks his finger in his mouth to catch that smear of red. It renders his words mumbled when he adds, ]

Tha's it? You don' wan' any more?

[sterngaze]

[Gen… If you’re going to say shit like that, at least add “no homo” after it, god…

Liem leans back, finally releasing his ear — though not before giving the velvety skin a little rub. He really does just have soft doggy ears, huh. Weird how Liem never stopped to think how cute they were before, even on a big ol’ punk like Gen who smells permanently of cigarettes.

Before withdrawing his hand entirely, he gives Gen’s dark hair a friendly ruffle. Blood-drinking always gets him pretty keyed-up, primed for contact, and he is very drunk.]

Oh, Gen — don’t worry. I still think it felt special.

[He’s definitely clowning on him a little, since Gen rarely is in any kind of mood to take such a thing, and yet he dishes it out all the time. But he does also mean it, in his own way. Assuming he doesn’t forget this entire night in a drunken haze, he’s definitely going to remember that Gen did this for him, and somewhere beneath all the mortification, he’ll still appreciate it.

He also would rather tease him a little than answer his question, which he appears to ignore as rhetorical. The vampire part of him never just stops wanting blood, after all.]