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]

[ 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.]