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"Umm...thanks?" Hunter whispered back, still resting his forehead onto Dustin's. If anything, that's a bit...worrying than sweet. Even so, Hunter appreciated those words that flowed out from Dustin. The latter was still hugging him, but soon pulled away when they realised that there was an unconscious person on the brink of death still lying around on the floor. He was thinking about reporting it to police, but out of nowhere Dustin began ripping up his shirt, before taking off Hunter's as well.
"Hey what are you doing?" Hunter didn't bother to resist for some reason, and the next thing he knew he was pushed up against a wall. Before Hunter could push him away, as he didn't want to 'roll' with this at all, Dustin had already sank his fangs into Hunter's neck, causing the latter to quickly flinch in pain. "Dude, dude, dude! This...isn't...how you give people hickeys if that's what you're going for right now!"
Luckily, a knock was heard and Hunter listened to Dustin and quickly found a place to hide, but was still alert so that he could hear what Dustin was saying. What the actual fuck is he saying? Is he suggesting that...oh for fuck sakes...Hunter rolled his eyes, only realising why Dustin was giving him 'hickeys' out of nowhere. After what felt like an hour, Dustin finally shut the door, causing Hunter to sigh in relief.
"Well that kind of explains why no one knew about your situation." Hunter replied, before standing up and walked towards him. He then turned around and looked at the bite marks that were on his neck. "Oh yeah, you are bad at giving hickeys. You don't bite the person's neck...You want me to show you how it's done?"
On wait a second I should probably deal with Dustin's injuries first. "Wait let me get my first-aid kit, I need to treat your injuries. Can you please sit at the table?" Hunter ran into the laundry and brought out the white box, before sitting down in front of Dustin and began treating the latter's wounds.
"I'm surprised how someone like you have so much guts to get into a brawl. This may hurt a little." Hunter poured a little bit of antiseptic onto a cotton bud, before dabbing it right onto Dustin's wound. "You okay?" Hunter asked again, before continuing on with what he wanted to ask. "Let me ask though, why didn't you try to stand-up against your father if you had that much strength?" Only after Hunter had asked that question, he realised how stupid the question was.
"Hey what are you doing?" Hunter didn't bother to resist for some reason, and the next thing he knew he was pushed up against a wall. Before Hunter could push him away, as he didn't want to 'roll' with this at all, Dustin had already sank his fangs into Hunter's neck, causing the latter to quickly flinch in pain. "Dude, dude, dude! This...isn't...how you give people hickeys if that's what you're going for right now!"
Luckily, a knock was heard and Hunter listened to Dustin and quickly found a place to hide, but was still alert so that he could hear what Dustin was saying. What the actual fuck is he saying? Is he suggesting that...oh for fuck sakes...Hunter rolled his eyes, only realising why Dustin was giving him 'hickeys' out of nowhere. After what felt like an hour, Dustin finally shut the door, causing Hunter to sigh in relief.
"Well that kind of explains why no one knew about your situation." Hunter replied, before standing up and walked towards him. He then turned around and looked at the bite marks that were on his neck. "Oh yeah, you are bad at giving hickeys. You don't bite the person's neck...You want me to show you how it's done?"
On wait a second I should probably deal with Dustin's injuries first. "Wait let me get my first-aid kit, I need to treat your injuries. Can you please sit at the table?" Hunter ran into the laundry and brought out the white box, before sitting down in front of Dustin and began treating the latter's wounds.
"I'm surprised how someone like you have so much guts to get into a brawl. This may hurt a little." Hunter poured a little bit of antiseptic onto a cotton bud, before dabbing it right onto Dustin's wound. "You okay?" Hunter asked again, before continuing on with what he wanted to ask. "Let me ask though, why didn't you try to stand-up against your father if you had that much strength?" Only after Hunter had asked that question, he realised how stupid the question was.