Veins of Midnight Hunger

In the gleaming towers of Hanazaki Corp, Tokyo's elite moved like shadows under fluorescent lights. Sho Hanazaki stepped from his limo with purpose, his white long-sleeved shirt sleeves ruched, black vest and tie sharp against his pale skin, jet-black mullet catching the breeze. At eight feet tall, his slender muscular frame commanded silence as colleagues scattered. Kusuo arrived moments later in his tight-collared white shirt slightly open at the chest and baggy brown slacks, his layered short wolfcut hair fluffed over sharp brown eyes and the beauty mark beneath one. He moved through the lobby oblivious, nodding at Mr. Sato's distant wave—Sato with his white layered wolfcut ponytail, red eyes hidden behind thin glasses, tunic vest over fitted button-up.

Kusuo settled at his cubicle when Sho emerged, cold gaze landing on the new hire. "Kusuo, your reports lag. Stay after hours. The rest of you, efficient or out." Colleagues like Kenji with his brown fluffed wolfcut and charismatic grin, or Kaito's streaked ponytail and rude sneer, whispered nearby but offered no help. Mid-morning dragged into afternoon meetings where Riju's midnight-blue ponytail and tired wine-red eyes managed presentations without warmth, Tanaka's deep red vest adding mystery to the room. Dusk fell as the office emptied, leaving Kusuo typing alone.

Sho approached from behind, breath hot on Kusuo's neck, voice low and strict. "Still slow. Do you enjoy testing me?" His gloved hands gripped Kusuo's shoulders, slender fingers tightening. Kusuo turned, pretty face flushing. "Sir, I finished the extra files. What's the real issue?" Sho's sharp fangs glinted as he fought control, a soft whimper escaping. "You... push limits." The vampire's bloodlust surged; he pinned Kusuo against the desk, lips brushing skin.

"This is inappropriate," Kusuo muttered, yet his body responded. Sho's hardness pressed against him, cock straining through baggy pants. "Feel what you do to me," Sho growled, hand sliding to cup Kusuo's ass, squeezing firm. Kusuo's breath hitched, "H-hah... Mr. Hanazaki, we shouldn't—" But Sho's tongue licked along his throat, sucking at the pulse point. Pants dropped; Sho's cock, thick and hard, rubbed against Kusuo's dripping entrance. "Wet already? Horny for the boss?" Sho teased with witty bite. Kusuo panted, "You're the one losing control, vampire or not."

Sho thrust in deep, groaning as he filled him, ass clenching around the intrusion. They moved in rhythm—Sho choking lightly at the throat, Kusuo's moans echoing "A-ahh... f-fuck, deeper," eyes rolling back as cum gushed between them. Sweat slicked their bodies; Sho came hard, biting lip to stifle the bloodlust whimper, cum dripping down Kusuo's thighs. Panting, they collapsed, the explosive tension hinting at nights yet to unravel.