For Athelstan

[onceaviking]

Eric has left the door ajar.

He is inside, seated in one of the low chairs, his bare feet resting on the wolf pelt in front of it.
Watching the door.

There's a carafe and one glass on the table.
The bed is turned down.

The light is dim.

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[onceaviking]

Eric's fingers return to Athelstan's hair. Playing with it.
It calms him down.
Letting the strands move through his fingers. Tugging it.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan smiles a little and lets him do it. If it soothes him, why not.

"...do you have anywhere to be now?"

[onceaviking]

"No. Why?"
Looking at him with a slightly lifted eyebrow.

[athelstanthescribe]

He shrugs slightly.

"Wondering if you were going to make me move."

He wouldn't turn down sex, but this time he doesn't feel like asking for it. Not when Eric doesn't get as much out of it as he does.

[onceaviking]

The corner of Eric's mouth twitches slightly.
"Do you want to move?"

He runs one large hand up Athelstan's back.

[athelstanthescribe]

"That depends." The touch sends a pleasant shiver through him. "On if it would be the 'get up and leave' kind of moving."

[onceaviking]

"Do you have other kinds of moving in mind?" Eric asks with a slight smile.
His hand makes another trip from Athelstan's tailbone to the back of his neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I might." He looks up at him with slightly hazy eyes. "If you were thinking the same thing."

[onceaviking]

Eric curls his fingers around the back of Athelstan's neck. Tightening his grip a little.
"I might," he murmurs.
"I have been informed that I have a one track mind."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes." His eyes spark with amusement for a moment. "But the track concerns blood, not sex. However..."

[onceaviking]

"Why, Athelstan. Are you coming on to me?"
He might actually be amused by this.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I've got to get practice somewhere", he says mock-seriously.

[onceaviking]

"Ah. Of course."
Just as mock-seriously.
"And how will you go about it?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Well." He considers this, thinking about Eric's lesson downstairs and how it would have to be changed to apply to a man. "It should start with words, making sure both are thinking the same thing... but that may be established and I don't know what else to say. So..."

He twists in Eric's lap, deliberately making body contact, until they're face to face, and his fingers stroke over Eric's legs.

[onceaviking]

Eric's gaze is very direct.
Hungry.

His thighs are muscular, but relaxed.

[athelstanthescribe]

It would be so easy to think he was hungry for something other than blood, and for the moment Athelstan lets himself believe it.

He shifts closer, trying to negotiate the awkward positioning that comes of sitting in a chair, until there's nowhere further to move.

[onceaviking]

"I can feel your heart beat," Eric murmurs, letting his hands come to rest on Athelstan's hips.

[athelstanthescribe]

He shifts one more time, mostly to make himself comfortable, and his heart beats a little faster as Eric's hands move to his hips.

"What else can you sense?"

[onceaviking]

"I can feel your pulse. Smell your skin. Feel the heat of your body through your clothes."
He lowers his voice to a whisper.
"Smell your willingness."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Do you want it?" he asks, voice low and full of desire despite himself.

In a while, he might let him feed again.

[onceaviking]

"I want all of you."
There's a faint tremble to his upper lip as he says this.

The urge to pull it back in a snarl.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan notices, Eric has his undivided attention, but he notices the effort to hold it back as well.

He leans in to a breath away from his lips.

"Then take me to bed."

[onceaviking]

There, you're on the bed, Athelstan.
Getting up with a not too big man in your arms, depositing him on the bed, and getting on top of him can be done quickly, when one is a vampire.

Really, really quickly.

[athelstanthescribe]

His head is spinning for several different reasons now, and he blinks up at Eric, his hands moving almost of their own volition to pull his trousers off.

(He's wearing nothing under them, as usual, and his tunic can easily be shoved up if it impedes things.)

"That was..."

Frightening. And hot. At the same time.

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head and runs his lips along Athelstan's jaw.
Perhaps to hide a smile?

He is heavy and firm.