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Sweat dripped down the bridge of Soobin's nose, the liquid accumulating at the curve of his nostrils. He wiped the sweat from his cupid's bow with the back of his hand. The heat from the oven making the entire kitchen circulate hot air. His nose twitched as the warmness already creating another bead of sweat on his brow.
Soobin opened the fridge, the cool air reliving him for a moment as he grabbed the basket of strawberries. The whir of the refrigerator fan overpowered the sound of Beomgyu entering the living room. Soobin pulled the lever of the sink and soaked the strawberries in the running water.
"Can I have one?" Beomgyu didn't wait for Soobin answer, grabbing a strawberry from behind Soobin and popping one in his mouth.
Soobin swatted his hand away, pouting, "Heol, these are for the pie!" he motioned to the fresh pie crust he placed carefully in the tin.
Beomgyu hummed as he chewed on the berry. Soobin caught the cheeky smirk that tugged on the corner of the other man's mouth. Soobin sighs and turned back to washing the strawberries. He placed his hand over the top of the basket and flipped it upside down to drain the water. He wiped his hand on his frilly apron and turned to the counter behind him. Grabbing a strawberry in his hand, he picked the stem off of one. He began the tedious process of picking every stem off of his bunch of strawberries.
Beomgyu invaded his space again, reaching around him and grabbing a de-stemmed strawberry and eating it. Soobin cursed at him and shoved him away.
Soobin grabbed the knife resting on the counter, slicing the bald strawberries. He delicately pinched the strawberry between his index finger and his thumb, gliding the sharp knife slowly through the flesh of the berry. He snickered to himself as he thought about Beomgyu stealing berries from his basket like a mischievous bear wading through thorny bushes to get to wild fruit. Thinking more about him, he considered the way the berry squished underneath his dull canines, juice dripping down his lips as it squirted out.
His canines… Soobin thought to himself. He felt heat creep up his neck as the thought of a Beomgyu acting like a mighty bear and wrapping his set of teeth around it. He thought of himself as a meek little rabbit, buckling under the strength of a strong bear. He squeezed one unlucky strawberry tighter at the thought of this.
Just then, Beomgyu snuck up behind him and tried to snag another strawberry from the cutting board. Soobin flinched and the sharp end of the knife sliced across the tip of his finger. He yelped and dropped the knife on the counter with a metallic clatter. Beomgyu looked at him with a strawberry between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed in worry. A bit of Soobin's blood dripped down on top of a slice of strawberry as he squeezed his knuckle to cut off his circulation.
Beomgyu chewed, "Sorry."
Soobin glared at Beomgyu, narrowing his eyes as he continued to eat the strawberry Soobin carefully took the time to wash. Just as he did this, however, Soobin couldn't help but notice that a bit of his blood had also made it onto the strawberry Beomgyu had in his mouth. At the same time, Beomgyu paused his chewing and considered the metallic taste in his mouth. Beomgyu swallowed hesitantly, the coppery strawberry sliding down his throat.
"You want to drink straight from the source or what?" Soobin jabbed.
Beomgyu blinked. He had tasted his own blood before when he had a bloody nose and it run into the back of his throat and onto his tongue, but he hadn't considered it particularly tasty by any standard of blood. But Soobin's blood…was oh so sweet.
Beomgyu looked up, "Do you want me to take it from the source?" finally answering his question with a grin.
Soobin's breath caught in his throat. He stared at the redness at the tip of his finger as it ran down his palm. He didn't expect Beomgyu to answer like that. Am I really going to do this? He thought. His eyes flickered back up to Beomgyu's face, whose eyes were transfixed on the blood pooling on his palm. Soobin extended his bloody hand.
Beomgyu placed a supportive hand under Soobin's forearm, grabbing his wrist with the other. He brought his mouth to the slice on his digit, pressing the tip of his tongue to the blood. Beomgyu felt a stirring of sensation all over his body, the taste of Soobin filling his mouth. Beomgyu wrapped his lips around Soobin's finger. He sucked gently to Soobin's knuckle.
Soobin whimpered, the feeling of Beomgyu's mouth consuming his blood overwhelming. To make matters worse, Beomgyu looked up at Soobin through his delicate eyelashes. Soobin flinched harder than when he initially cut his finger, the eye contact becoming too much for him to bare. Soobin covered his mouth to cover his moan as Beomgyu's tongue swirled around the tip pad of his finger.
Beomgyu pulled off of his finger with an extraneous pop, "Don't be shy, tell me how this makes you fell," he said in a hushed tone.
"I-I … It's weird…" Soobin stammered.
"And?" Beomgyu said, swallowing the cocktail of saliva and blood in his mouth.
Soobin felt his mind racing for an answer. All he could muster up was a string of incoherent mumbles. He looked back down at his hand, the blood mostly stopped flowing. He couldn't meet Beomgyu intense gaze, so he busied himself with wrapping a clean cloth around his finger and applying pressure.
"Good to see you didn't lose to much blood, though," Beomgyu stared at the bulge forming in Soobin's pants through the thick fabric of his apron. Soobin's jaw went slack, using his hands to cover himself.
Ding!
The oven was finally preheated.
The silence between the two men lingered, "Well, I can't help you if you don't use your words," Beomgyu shrugged, turning on his heel and sauntering away.
Shit, Soobin thought.