OOM - Eric's room, Athelstan

[onceaviking]

The room is cool and tidy.
There's a bed (huge and covered in red bedding), a desk with a closed laptop, and a small table with a couple of low chairs. They're draped with skins (deer and sheep), with carved backs.

Eric turns to face Athelstan.

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[athelstanthescribe]

His eyes are wide for a different reason, his pupils enormous, and his eyes flicker to Eric's lips - then back to his eyes.

Eric isn't Ragnar, the only other man he's been sexually attracted to. But maybe, in a way... this is safer. No one will know.

Very slowly, he moves in and kisses Eric again.

[onceaviking]

One of Eric's eyebrows move up.
Just a fraction.

Then he kisses the little monk back. Just a little.
No sense in spooking him.

And maybe he can guess at why. Or maybe he is just a little grateful that he is no longer as cold from lack of sustenance.

Whatever the reason, he lets Athelstan kiss him, keeping his hands where they are. Cradling his face.





{ooc: bedtime for me soon}

[athelstanthescribe]

After a while, as the only one who needs to breathe, he pulls back a little, looking up at Eric.

"Do you... still...?"

He's still influenced by the experience, perhaps, turned on more than he's used to, but this is still him.

[onceaviking]

"Do I still what?"
His voice is an intimate murmur.

One of his thumbs move in a slow circle on Athelstan's cheek.

[athelstanthescribe]

That is not helping with the ability to form sentences, Eric.

"You wanted... since we first met... me."

[onceaviking]

This time, the sound he makes is closer to a purr than a growl.

"Yes," he says and this time he kisses Athelstan.
It's a somewhat more - direct kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

He can't restrain a moan at that, as sensitised as he is, and leans fully into the kiss, his hands rising to Eric's shoulders.

[onceaviking]

Who would have thought?

Eric suppresses a small smile and deepens the kiss, using his tongue.

[athelstanthescribe]

Just wait until Thyri is sent to seduce him while he's on 'shrooms. External influences seem to help him in this area.

This is a new experience, neither Ava nor Minx went that far to free him from the mistletoe, and he tries to follow Eric's lead.

[onceaviking]

Eric's a good kisser. He's had a thousand years to practice in.

But he actually does try not to overwhelm Athelstan.
Leave them hungry. That way they'll come back.

He does move a little closer though. Because so far, their mouths are touching. That could be improved upon. But the little monk will get to do that.

[athelstanthescribe]

He lowers one hand, tentatively, from Eric's shoulder to his hip, and as the kiss continues it slides under Eric's shirt almost of its own accord.

[onceaviking]

His body is cool and hard, with sharply cut muscles and smooth,smooth skin.

Eric's hands stay in place, but he turns a little, just enough to make it easier for Athelstan to touch him.

[athelstanthescribe]

His hand wanders, exploratory, over Eric's stomach and chest.

After a few minutes, with his free hand, he sheds his cloak and starts tugging at the laces of his tunic.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his hands and quickly unlaced Athelstan's tunic for him.
Then he pulls off his own top and discards it carelessly on the floor.

He's very pale in the darkly lit room.

[athelstanthescribe]

The tunic is soon a heap on the floor, leaving Athelstan standing in his linen trousers (it's too cold in Kattegat to wear only a tunic, even a long one) and nothing else.

He studies Eric intently, taking in all the contours of him, then steps forward to bring them body to body.

[onceaviking]

Everything on Eric is cool and hard.
He moves his mouth away from Athelstan's and moves it along his neck. Kissing the warm skin. Teasing just beneath his ear.

[athelstanthescribe]

The sensation hits him with a fresh wave of desire that leaves him trembling (and is certainly painfully obvious). Without forcing Eric to stop doing that to his neck, he reaches out to pull Eric to him and press his mouth to the nearest skin.

[onceaviking]

Large hands pull him even closer, splayed on his back.

Vampires resemble humans in one way at least, it seems.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Eric." He tips his head sideways, both to expose his neck further and to try to look at Eric, as his body melts against the vampire's. "Now. Please."

[onceaviking]

Eric drops fang again and bites down on the offered skin, scooping Athelstan up at the same time to press him against his own erection , rocking against the thin fabric of Athelstan's trousers.

Holding him tightly.

[athelstanthescribe]

He groans at the two competing sensations, and attempts to press into both at the same time.

"The bed?" he suggests as coherently as he can, which isn't very.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a rumbling sound and carries him over to the bed, as if he weighs nothing.

He puts him down and then he stops to strip off his own jeans and to turn on the bedside lamp.

The golden light pools around them, making the shadows deeper.

[athelstanthescribe]

It feels right, somehow, that they should do this surrounded by shadows.

Athelstan props his upper half up on one elbow, watching Eric and hungry for more contact.

[onceaviking]

Eric stretches out next to him and leans in to lick at the blood on his neck.

Almost gently.

Letting one large hand rest on Athelstan's abdomen.

[athelstanthescribe]

His head falls back to give Eric access to whatever he wants, trusting that he won't be hurt, and he murmurs in pleasure and reaches to touch Eric's body.