For Athelstan

[onceaviking]

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 makes a small, growly sound and mouths at Athelstan's neck. His jaw.
The corner of his mouth.

He moves his hand away so he can grab hold of his hips with both hands and tip them. Just a little.
Sometimes, it works.


{ooc: bedtime}

[athelstanthescribe]

And so it does in this case, as it gets a sound of undeniable pleasure out of Athelstan as he moves against Eric, as well as an increase in the physical reaction.

"Yes. That... that too. Please keep doing that."

[onceaviking]

Eric purrs right next to his ear and then he bites down on Athelstan's neck again.
Pushing deep at the same time.

[athelstanthescribe]

The three things in combination are almost overwhelming, and Athelstan stops talking and just starts feeling, fingers gripping Eric's thighs so hard the blood goes out of them.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves at a mostly human pace, letting Athelstan's sweet, pure blood fill his mouth.

Moaning against his skin.

He likes the desperation of his touch.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan thrusts back against him, by necessity matching his pace - and falling behind it at the times Eric goes beyond human ability - sometimes crying out when he can't hold it in, not that he's trying very hard.

[onceaviking]

He tastes so good and it is an effort to make himself stop feeding.

To lick his wounds closed.

Kissing him. Just to shut him up, mind.
There may still be blood on his lips. Should that hold any interest.

[athelstanthescribe]

It holds more than a little interest, and Athelstan licks at the blood on his lips without breaking the kiss.

[onceaviking]

The effects of vampire blood can manifest in many different ways.
As increased sensitivity, as heightened sex drive, as full on hallucinations. Sometimes, nothing much happens.

It depends.

Eric seems to like the tongue. Judging from the way he deepens the kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

No hallucinations, in this case - at least not yet, but he does seem to have heightened sensitivity from the way he moans as Eric deepens the kiss.

[onceaviking]

"Talk," Eric whispers in his ear, as he briefly breaks the kiss.
Increasing his pace.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Talk", he says a little blankly, before remembering and then trying to get words together to talk coherently in a foreign language. "Yes... you've known Emcee how long?"

[onceaviking]

Eric actually laughs at this. A genuine, slightly hoarse laugh.
"No. Not conversation."

Every word punctuated by a thrust.

"What you like. How it makes you feel. Words that make you want to come apart."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I don't - ah -" His head falls back as Eric thrusts into him. "I don't know how to talk about that."

[onceaviking]

"Words, Athelstan. Hands, and mouth, and skin, and cock, and tongue, and fangs."

Shifting his grip on him.

"Hard, and slick, and warm, and eager, and -"
A gasp.

"Close and -"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Inside." His breath is coming rapid and shallow, and he tries to give Eric what he wants though he's unpracticed. "You know I like your hands on me, and your mouth. And your fangs."

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a sound that is both soft and needy and bites Athelstan again.

He tastes like the Sea.
Like home.

[athelstanthescribe]

He moans in pleasure, shifting under Eric and losing his words again in that first moment.

Then, with sudden clarity, "Remember to stop."

He always has before, but that sound...

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't answer.
But after a moment, he does move his mouth away and presses his cheek against Athelstan's shoulder, his face turned away.

Still moving.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan brings one hand up to tangle his fingers in Eric's hair, not quite gently but he doesn't think Eric will mind that.

"Faster", he murmurs hoarsely after a moment.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and increases his pace drastically.

[athelstanthescribe]

He isn't sure what to make of the snarl, except just a predator responding, but he did ask for it and he's soon wholly involved in keeping up.

"Yes", he gasps out. "Not always like this, but... like this."

[onceaviking]

Eric turns his face back to him, to watch his face.
His own face is streaked with blood, but he has withdrawn his fangs.

He had to.

So he won't bite him.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan wouldn't even stop him, at least for a minute, but he only has so much blood to spare.

His face shows everything he feels, it always has, and this is as unguarded a moment as there is.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans in and whispers, "You can think of someone else. Just close your eyes."