BITE // LuWoo

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【"𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤,】
〖𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖"〗

Lucas could honestly admit he was never the possessive type of guy. At the age of five he gave up his favorite toy plane for another child that had broken his own.
At the age of seven he gave his favorite pencil to his best friend because he lost his own.
In fifth grade he gave his cat to his younger brother who moved back to China so he wouldn't be lonely.
In eleventh grade he gave up on his crush so another friend of his could try their chance.

He was never one to hold onto things, especially if he knew those things could make someone else equally as happy as he was.
Never once did he give it a second thought or was selfish enough to not let go.

Well, call him the most self-centered human in the world right now, because he wouldn't let go of the pretty stranger any time soon. He was enthralled by the sexual appeal of the person, it made him reach back to his animalistic instincts and get swallowed by the desire to be the only one touching him. Which he could guess was pointless, because if he gave up his body to someone that easily, it was a sure fact Yukhei wouldn't be the only one who got to experience those lustful kisses.

This thought only fueled his evergrowing urge to make himself turn into a memory that the orange-haired wouldn't ever forget. He wanted to make sure to have a spot in this man's mind, despite the multiple sexual partners he could have.
Which was probably impossible, because let's be honest, Lucas was terribly inexperienced at this and doubted he could have any type of impact on the guy tonight.

That didn't stop him from trying his best though, and he found that the more pleasure he gave, the more he received. He was so used to giving everything to everyone, that when he finally was in a situation where he was also the one to receive, it was a wonderful experience. It made him want to give more and more, to the point where the stranger was begging.

And that's the point they both reached.
As they pulled away for a very much awaited breath, they found themselves staring at each other with darkened eyes, disheveled hair and swollen lips covered in saliva that they were no longer sure belonged to themselves.
Yukhei wanted to groan at how awfully fuckable the ginger looked, thoughts that this was a sin circled around his head, but he dismissed and ignored them with all the strength he could muster. His mind was blurry anyway.

The Chinese took a few seconds to make himself familiar with the features of the man's face. They were soft and gave the look of someone innocent, though it was clear everything was just a twisted façade, because once he looked at his darkened irises, he could see that seductive and heavy gaze that screamed at every fiber of his very being that this man desperately wanted to get fucked.
Lucas, unfortunately, was unable to ignore such plead and quickly went back to the previous position of having the orange-haired between the wall and himself.

Though this time his lips were on the male's perfect smooth neck, kissing softly, even going as far as to suck on certain spots. The moans that kept on escaping his lips gave him a sign that he should continue doing this.
It took him long enough to find the man's sweet spot and start sucking and nibbling on it, which resulted in a sharp gasp, and that lead to the other's fingers grasping Yukhei's hair and gently tugging on it.

Normally, the brunet would hiss at the pain, but strangely, right now his body had entered an endless spiral of pleasure, and even such a small act like hair tugging turned him on and sent pleasant vibes through his body. 
He couldn't help but get fascinated by the ginger's amazing appearance - his body was slim but thick in all the right places, his back arched in that incredibly vulgar way that made Lucas think of what it would look like if he was arched like that underneath him on a mattress, and his madly seductive grimace made him look gorgeous. The whole ordeal seemed oddly surreal, as if it was out of a movie or a book, but no, this was reality. Lucas had to keep reminding himself of that.

He couldn't help but feel proud at the fact he was clearly the reason for the stranger's disheveled state, to know he was the reason he was moaning, he did all of that to him. And though he was clueless of what to do there, it felt as if he'd done it a million times before.