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Sep. 15th, 2012 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onceaviking 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.
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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Date: 2012-09-22 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-22 08:07 am (UTC)Looking at Orpheus' face.
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Date: 2012-09-22 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-09-22 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-22 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-22 07:49 pm (UTC)Just to see if he is alive.
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Date: 2012-09-22 07:54 pm (UTC)"What...what was that?"
It felt not entirely unlike Apollo's healing.
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Date: 2012-09-22 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-22 08:09 pm (UTC)[ooc: I'm off for the afternoon!]
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Date: 2012-09-22 08:16 pm (UTC)(ooc: okay - I'm off to bed :) )
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Date: 2012-09-22 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-23 06:14 am (UTC)He is in no great hurry though. Rather, he is experimenting with just how many bites he can place on Orpheus' neck, breaking skin again and again.
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Date: 2012-09-23 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-23 06:45 am (UTC)He laps Orpheus' skin, and moves down to bite just above his collarbone. Less blood, more sensation.
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Date: 2012-09-23 06:57 am (UTC)"Fuck, please," he groans, hooking a leg up over Eric's hip.
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Date: 2012-09-23 07:02 am (UTC)All this lovely blood is making it hard to focus on anything else.
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Date: 2012-09-23 07:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-23 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-23 07:31 am (UTC)"Fuck..."
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Date: 2012-09-23 07:41 am (UTC)His large hands are gripping Orpheus tightly.
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Date: 2012-09-23 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-23 07:51 am (UTC)This time he bites his own wrist and presses it briefly against Orpheus' mouth. He rarely does it; it brings him closer to his prey than he is comfortable with, but not only is he striving hard to avoid trouble here - and a dead demi-god would be trouble - he is also loath to loose out on such delicious fare as Orpheus is presenting.
And in the now, it seems like the easiest solution.
The pause in the feeding doesn't make him stop moving though. Thrusting.
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Date: 2012-09-23 07:57 am (UTC)He can feel it working this time, flowing through him. He's not sure if it's real or imagined, but it's such a rush that he doesn't really care.
His grip in Eric's hair tightens, and he wraps his legs around the vampire's waist, hips pushing up, starting to meet each thrust.
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