onceaviking | For Athelstan

His room is neat.
The laptop is switched on, the decanter in the low table has been refilled with wine, the bed is made.

He turns on the light as they enter and turns to look at Athelstan.

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onceaviking

Eric turns with him and walks across the room and puts him down on the bed.
He stands at the foot of the bed as he strips off his top. Tall and pale and towering.

"Do you want me to fuck you too?" he asks.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan props himself up, watching him.

"Do you want to?"

Like last time, it's an honest question.

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onceaviking

Eric cants his head, considering him.

"You are attractive. And it makes the blood taste sweeter. But it is not the be all and the end all for me. If you would rather not."

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athelstanthescribe

"Then yes." He smiles slightly, tugging at his tunic laces. "Yes, I do."

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onceaviking

Eric's lips curls a little and he bends to unlace his boots before toeing them off.
Then he gets rid of his very tight jeans.

He's sculpted. Pale like a marble statue.

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athelstanthescribe

He's a sight to behold, and Athelstan leans back and takes it all in, waiting for Eric to join him.

...to preserve his clothes, he starts to get rid of them first.

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onceaviking

Eric climbs on to the bed, graceful as a big cat.
He's hard.

And proportional.

"Your neck again?" he asks, looking Athelstan in the eye.

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athelstanthescribe

He's seen Eric naked before, but not like that, and for a moment it steals his words away.

When the ability to speak comes back, "Yes. But the other side?"

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onceaviking

Eric leans in, one hand to Athelstan's face, and kisses the unmarked skin.
His skin is cool and smooth.

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athelstanthescribe

The shiver that runs through him isn't only from cold lips on his skin, and he reaches out to touch Eric.

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onceaviking

Eric lets him, mouthing the thin skin beneath his ear, touching his shoulders lightly.

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athelstanthescribe

His hands run down over Eric's sides to his hips and he pauses there, anticipation building.

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onceaviking

Eric makes a low, throaty sound, and then he bites down again, letting the blood fill his mouth.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan moans, head shifting to give Eric full access, and he instinctively tries to pull Eric towards him as the sensations wash over and through him.

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onceaviking

Eric moves one of his large hands down Athelstan's side, as he moves closer, naked skin moving against skin.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan moves as well, closing the space between them, and with Eric's mouth otherwise occupied, presses his lips to his shoulder.

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onceaviking

Eric's hand continues down, touching Athelstan's hip, his thigh. A cool touch.

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athelstanthescribe

He's not quite bold enough, but oh, Athelstan wants to move that hand just a little over. Instead, he mirrors its journey with his own hands, sliding down to Eric's thighs.

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onceaviking

Eric takes another sip and then he, once again, licks the wounds closed.

It's not that he cares. But he has no reason to hurt Athelstan and so he will bite him again later, once they've gotten a little further along.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan lifts his head, just a little, to look at him, eyes hazy with desire.

"Eric."

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onceaviking

"Lift your legs," Eric murmurs.
"And - talk to me?"

He didn't mean for it to turn into a question. A - plea?

He misses hearing his old tongue.

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athelstanthescribe

He obeys, looking up into Eric's face, and nods. He's been speaking his own language, relying on the translation field, but switches into Old Norse now.

"If you like. I'm still not perfect at it."

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onceaviking

"I don't want perfect," Eric murmurs, reaching down between them with one hand, as he grabs hold of one of Athelstan's legs with the other.

He is not as gentle as Emcee.
But he has very big hands. And one of them is folded around Athelstan now.