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KISSING MEME | 18. a kiss that draws blood.
‘ You're a weirdo, ' Wang Yi mutters as he wipes blood off the edge of his blade.
"And you sound pent-up. Is that all you want to say?" Next to him, a tall, dark-haired man stands with a palm resting over his shoulder. Blood seeps out from the cracks between his fingers and soaks through his clothes.
Wang Yi keeps his head down as he considers the question. ' Please don't kill me? ' he tries after a second. ' Or maybe, don't sneak up on someone holding a knife? '
Belial just smiles and leans over far enough to drip blood on the asphalt between them, leaving tiny crimson puddles by their shoes. "What about you take some pity and plug me up nice and tight so I stop leaking from my…hole?"
Wang Yi takes a wary step back, leery of the language. ‘ The knife didn't stab you that hard. '
A completely inappropriate and sensuous moan follows his words, making him further knit his brows. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop Belial from spewing out more filth.
"You left me so wet and excited that I'm still dripping from the inside. After just one thrust—a shallow one, too. Though I could teach you some better techniques—"
' NO. No thanks. ' But Wang Yi does frown and brush past him to walk towards the end of the alleyway. ' I don't have bandages, but we can buy some at a pharmacy two blocks away. Just hold on— ' He takes one step into the streets, freezes, and doubles back again.
Belial watches in amusement as Wang Yi almost runs to the wall at the end of the their dead end and starts looking for a place to climb up.
"What is it?"
' Yeah, nothing too bad, just some people I'm avoiding coming this way. '
“And you’re running because?"
' I'm not equipped to fight off five guys. ' That's as much as he'll share. Stupid 30-minute time limit, he could barely brainwash anything within those parameters. Meanwhile, the walls are too high and too smooth. There are no window ledges close enough to hold onto, much less trash cans to climb. He is so, so screwed.
Wang Yi doubles back again and decides he'll just make a run for it. ' I'll lead them off while you stay here. We can meet up later— '
Belial smoothly sidesteps to block his way. "When we’ve barely started our foreplay? You're wounding me here, human."
' Yeah well, maybe fix some of your pickup lines first, ' he retorts and tries to shove him aside. Immediately Belial groans, slumping against the wall while still clutching his injury, and Wang Yi stops in spite of the exaggerated acting.
' Is it really that bad? ' It does seem like the spot hasn't stopped bleeding since he stabbed it, but who knows what funky physiology made up this guy's parts? Besides perpetual horny, he means.
"Oh, yeah," Belial replies back breathlessly. "First time penetration's always a—"
' Forget I asked. ' Wang Yi grimaces. He hears footsteps next, so when Belial turns his head towards the sound of the noise he impulsively cups the man's face and turns him back. ' Can you not look? The point is to avoid attracting attention. '
Belial opens his mouth to (10/10) make another lewd joke and Wang Yi thinks, god no not again please shut the fuck up before pulling him down to kiss him.
It works.
Maybe a little too well…?!
He'd only meant to touch their lips together but Belial welcomes him all the way, returning his gesture with a kiss he can only describes as soft but sensual. To which Wang Yi thinks, weird, I thought he'd be rougher for some reason?
Wait, it's not like I actually wanted to kiss him—
"You should get into it more. They're looking,' Belial murmurs around his mouth and huh, that's gentle too.
Whatever. It's like one of those clichéd movie plots. So Wang Yi listens and closes his eyes to kiss back. The group of footsteps that stopped outside the alley eventually pick up again and move on. He waits for a while until they've faded away, trying and half-failing to ignore the the guy still sucking his face to the point his lips have turned numb, and opens his mouth to speak.
' I think we're don—nngh? ' Words turn garbled as a tongue darts in, and suddenly everything feels far too hot, like he's been doused in a tub of liquid honey. Something tastes tantalizingly sweet and it's filling his mouth with a tremendous thirst that makes him restless.
...apples? Wang Yi identifies the flavor before he flushes. ' W-wai, uhm...! '
The tongue probes deeper and he almost chokes, not from lack of air, but the new heights of ecstasy the sensation brings. His legs buckle and Belial thoughtfully pushes him back until he's plastered against the alley wall. Wang Yi ends up clinging to the guy's shirt (what little of it he can grab anyways) for support as his mind goes completely blank.
What the hell what the hell what the hell?
Is this still a kiss, or is Belial just fucking his mouth? The thought is as incredible as it is insane. He tries to back away, but fingers catches the back of his head and quietly urge him forward. They're wet and slick against his hair, and he realizes that this is the same hand that was resting over Belial's injury as his nostrils fill with the scent of blood. That almost wakes him up, though in a different way—blood pounding through his ears as his partner deepens their kiss to the point that Wang Yi makes an involuntary noise in his throat.
He almost loses it, but again the thought flitters through his head: too soft. It's all pleasure without the pain, which feels too much like a dream to drown in its depths, so the next time Belial tongues him (well, tongues him more)—
—Wang Yi bites down.
It's his subconscious urges coming to play, but the taste of blood and muffled grunt that follows fills him with more satisfaction than anything else. That is until Belial laughs in his mouth and bites back—on the lips—and Wang Yi realizes between the pain that, oh, I like this too. Hazily he moves his hand across the man's chest, higher towards his shoulder, until he finds the spot still seeping blood and presses down with his thumb—nothing.
No reaction?
A little disappointed, Wang Yi curls his fingers to dig in with his nails and—oh. Oh. His eyes flutter open to the sensation of fingers gripping his chin as something sharp presses against his cheek and damn, I think his nails are longer than mine.
An angel smiles down at him before he’s eaten alive.
***
“You like it rough, don't you? Entering me dry like that."
' ...please shut up. '
There is blood on Wang Yi's lips (his) and more (not his) smeared on his neck and clothes as he sits on his heels on the ground of a dingy alleyway in Cotes, wondering what the hell prompted him to get mouthfucked by a stranger for too-many-minutes straight before he got inspired to finish the session with a knife to Belial's gut.
This one didn't go that deep either, but it's far enough to stick, and Wang Yi just ends up leaving it there while he stops to question his life choices. His mouth is painfully (pleasantly?) numb, his clothes are undone, and there is probably dried blood sticking to his hair but it's still a world better than the guy who looks like he's half-dipped himself in red dye for kicks on one side of his torso.
We look like we tried to murder each other.
At least their pants were still on. A part of him's wondering why this guy hasn't killed him yet for daring to stab him twice but the other part knows exactly what's up, and before Wang Yi can have one side muffle the other Belial's already pulled out the weapon and dropped it on the ground by his feet.
"Next time," he says, sounding more amused than anything else, "I'll show you how to penetrate someone properly."
' There is no next— ' Wings flap and winds pick up; once again, the fallen angel is gone.
Wang Yi licks his bloodied lips and thinks, Shit.
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