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]

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?"

[onceaviking]

He nods.
"I do. Quite often."

A small smile.
"As often as possible."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then..." His throat moves, nervously. "Do you want to?"

[onceaviking]

"I think," Eric murmurs, leaning in to run his cool lips down Athelstan's jaw, " That you should lie first with someone warm."

Another, small smile.
"And closer to your own size."

[athelstanthescribe]

He wipes his hand absently on the sheet and raises it to rest on Eric's face.

"...you may have a point. Thank you."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles a little. Then he sits up. Abruptly.
He doesn't really know what to do with this.

"If you need to wash, there's a bathroom through the door."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods and sits up in turn, swinging his legs towards the end of the bed.

"Yes, I ought to."

[onceaviking]

Eric gets up as well, running a hand down his chest, and heads for the bathroom. Naked, hard, and completely at ease.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan isn't quite as at ease, but he stands and follows Eric to the bathroom, hoping that was what Eric intended.

[onceaviking]

The bathroom is huge and the shower is equipped with all imaginable shower heads and jets and whatnot.

He turns the water on and the room fills up with steam almost immediately.

There are fluffy towels at the ready and scented body wash.
Eric really do like his shower.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's immediately diverted by everything in the room, walking around to examine the shower heads.

"...well, you did tell me you liked showers."

[onceaviking]

"I do," Eric agrees, stepping under the steaming spray, and running his hands down his body.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan follows suit, picking up one of the bottles and sniffing at it.

He may be trying to avoid looking too obviously at Eric's naked body.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to notice anything.
He is just washing up. Very thoroughly.

There's a lot of lather.

He tips his head into the spray, eyes closed, and begins to wash his hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

He squeezes a good dose out of the bottle in his hand, steps under the water and starts lathering as he assumes he's supposed to. He peers at the label after a moment, trying to decide if it's meant for hair as well, then just goes with it.

Naturally, he then manages to get it in his eyes, flailing and trying to wash it out.