onceaviking | (no subject)

Eric leads Orpheus up the stairs, one hand not on his back but on the back of his neck. Possessively.

This time, the room is furnished, with low chairs covered with wolf pelts and sheep skins, a brazier, and a table with a glass and a bottle.

And a bed. Large enough to fit Eric comfortably and covered with crimson blankets.

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onceaviking

"Then I had better be careful," Eric all but purrs, stretching.

"It is strange, though. I would have pegged you as someone disinclined to aquire a - roommate."

From:

golden_lyre

Orpheus shrugs. "I've lived a long time. It happens on occasion."

He's not immune to loneliness.

From:

onceaviking

Eric smiles.

"I suppose that is the way it is. For those who are immortal the way you are."

Human. In a way.

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golden_lyre

"As opposed to those who are immortal the way you are?" Orpheus asks, smirking a bit.

From:

onceaviking

"Yes," Eric replies with no hint of irony.

He knows there are some who get attached to humans they feed on. Personally, he does not see the appeal. all it does is introduce a weakness that others may take advantage of.

Then he pats the bed in a fairly clear 'Are you coming' gesture.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus shakes his head with a chuckle and pulls himself out of the chair to move to the bed. "Straight to business, hm?"

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onceaviking

"Yes," Eric agrees again, moving just a little to leave room for Orpheus in front of him.

"I do not think there are any idea in false pretenses."

Unless you are actively trying to con someone. And they do both know why they are here.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus pulls off his shirt before climbing onto the bed.

"No, and I'm pretty sure we're both on the same page."

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onceaviking

This time the reply is a murmured "Mmm," as Eric takes his wrist and turns it over, stroking the ppulsepoint once, lightly, with his thumb.

Then he drops fang and bites.

There is a trick to it when you're dealing with something as delicate as a wrist. Luckily, he is good at it. And it has been his impression that Orpheus likes to watch.

Now he can.

Eric's eyes are closed and his almost angelic features make a sharp contrast to the feel of his fangs and his tongue and his lips.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus' breath quickens immediately. He does very much like to watch, and his eyes dart between where Eric's fangs are sunk into his flesh and the expression on the vampire's face.

[ooc: bedtime for me]

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onceaviking

Eric slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Orpheus. They seem black, rather than blue; dark with hunger and bloodlust.

He pulls back a little to lick his lips, eyes still locked with Orpheus.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus' eyes are rather dark as well, blue blending into the black of his dilated pupils. He watches the trail of Eric's tongue.

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onceaviking

Eric bends his head again and suckles the wounds. His hair tickles Orpheus' skin.

One of his hands is holding Orpheus' wrist in place, the other has ended up resting on Orpheus' thigh.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus lets out a low, pleased noise as he watches Eric. Almost without thinking, he parts his legs slightly.

From:

onceaviking

And Eric's hand slowly glides to the inside of his thigh.
Slowly, slowly.

His full attention seems to be on the flowing blood.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus heartrate picks up. He reaches out a hand to brush Eric's hair back from his face so he can still see.

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onceaviking

It's not unlike watching a very large, golden cat licking flesh off a bone.

He even makes small, pleased, purr-like sounds, deep in his throat.

His hand has stopped less than half an inch away from where Orpheus would likely want it to go.

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golden_lyre

Orpheus groans softly in frustration. His voice is slightly strained as he says, "Thought you were going to be rough."

From:

onceaviking

Eric looks up at him. And smiles.

And then he somehow moves from the position he is in to being on top of Orpheus,pushing him down into the mattress as his fangs tear into his neck.

From:

golden_lyre

Orpheus' eyes roll back and he groans.

"Fuck, yes. That's it..."

From:

onceaviking

The only answer he gets to that is a growl, wet and sticky, as Eric grinds against him, pushing him even more down.

His lips are still cold against his skin and when he bites him again, so are his fangs.