TEMP PINNED: Hangyeol works as a paramedic, both in the small hospital of his not-so-nice neighborhood as well as taking care of gang members that other medics refuse to attend. For extra income, he sells himself as a blood bag for vampires.
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Tongue slides further up his arm until his met with the fabric of his sleeve—savoring the particular taste of the demon.
“ It is way more fun if we move. ”
It doesn't bother him at all to have him rest against his shoulder, but the point of his venom
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Eyes fluttered and became half-lidded as his gaze shifted back to look at the other rather than his hand.
The wound stung, but was mostly being clouded by how the rest of his body felt.
"It feels . . . really, really nice . . "
The demon mumbled, 》
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“ I know coconut. ”
Whatever garoli and narolenia are, they smell good—fresh and clean. Cold hands find their way under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin directly.
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“Yes. That is my natural smell. It’s very good. It’s coconut with hints of neroli & gardenia notes. You like it a lot?” She’s very warm. Body temperature higher than usual and she must feel like a personal heater to him. It must be comfortable.
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Pale skin stained with that deep red color that he likes so much. After a few moments, he releases his hand, tongue lazily lapping at the blood on his chin.
“ Does it feel nice? I used an extra dose for you. ”
Tongue comes to lick his wounds this time.
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His pain is delicious to him, just as much as his blood inside his mouth—it's not a dramatic amount, but enough to partially fill his mouth.
Dramatic as ever, allowing some droplets to fall from his lips, his chin.
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A harsh hiss mixed with a cry escaped the demon's lips as he felt fangs dig into his skin and instantly break it.
Lips parted and his eyes locked onto where the other had his fangs sunk into his flesh. It burned. It stung. Bad. But . . he'd be lying if he said that he 》