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]

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.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hand moves down to Athelstan's trousers and their fastenings as he bites down again and drinks.

[athelstanthescribe]

He arches eagerly against Eric's hand, and the feeling of being drunk from again is just one more element pushing him further into pure sensation.

Hopefully Eric knows how to draw things out, because Athelstan may not be able to.

[onceaviking]

Eric bites down on his own tongue and licks the wounds on Athelstan's neck closed.

Then he offers him his mouth, wet with both his own and Eric's blood. Just a drop or two. And after pushing his trousers out of the way he takes one of Athelstan's hands and guides him down, folding his own fingers around Athelstan's.

He will be surprised if he has to offer direction once they've gotten this far.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan licks at Eric's mouth, tasting the blood and the strength in it, then lets his hand be moved and... does what comes naturally.

He's a little clumsy, though he tries to be gentle, knowing how sensitive his own skin is there.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves with him, making him slow down.

He is pressed against Athelstan's hip but he isn't moving. He's fed. That's enough.

[athelstanthescribe]

He takes instruction well, he always has, and this is no different really. He slows as Eric indicates, picking up the better way to stroke, and pushes himself up for another kiss.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets him. He even kisses him back, lips cool and smooth.

[athelstanthescribe]

He drops back to the bed, eventually, gasping as he nears the end of his limited endurance.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves on top of him, enjoying the feel of urgent movement beneath him, the reverberations of his pulse.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's only using one hand for his current occupation, and he feels around with the other until he finds Eric's shaft against his leg, fingers wrapping around that and starting to move the same way.

A few moments later, he bucks and climaxes.

[onceaviking]

So quiet.

Modern people doesn't know that need, not the ones in big cities. Those who have never slept on the floor in a room filled with people.

Eric reaches down and covers Athelstan's hand on him with his own, stilling it. The sensation of warm fingers wrapped around him is pleasant enough through, so he doesn't remove his hand.

He kisses him again. A fanged, slick, cool kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's only done this a few times before, as must be clear, but enough to learn to do it in silence, knowing he'd face penance if he was caught.

He presses up into the kiss, enjoying it while it lasts.

"Don't you want...?" he mumbles against Eric's mouth.

[onceaviking]

He moves back, just a little. "It doesn't matter," he says, quietly. "Not the way it used to. And there is nothing in me but blood."

Most humans find that distasteful.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Oh." He considers that through his muzzy thoughts, and though it doesn't seem as unspeakable as it might to modern people - he's no stranger to blood - he nods. "But you do lie with humans?"