The Institute (23)

Softly exhaling a heated white mist, he tilted his head back lazily to the ceiling, the dim lights above him felt glaring, his eyes wandering hazily in aftershock- he shuddered, trancelike and dazed, and yet he still laughed, 

He loved this feeling.

 Slowly, he stood straight, sweat dripping down the lines of his face, gleaming wet trails traveling down his neck and pooling at the deep concave of his collarbone. He could taste a faint metallic scent in his mouth, a sharp tingling numbness shocking his nerves as his tongue swept across his lips,

His teeth had pierced bloody holes into his mouth, the swollen red and chapped lips made him look ravaged-

"Chu Yi?"

He squinted his eyes slightly, raised his palms to be level with his vision, and looked at his hands carefully.