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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[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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Everything about this is arousing for Athelstan. Everything.

He murmurs something under his breath and turns to find Eric's skin with his mouth.

[onceaviking]

"Tell me."
It's whispered in Athelstan's ear. Eric's cool lips caressing the curve and then the lobe.

[athelstanthescribe]

He shivers, hands flexing in the sheets, and looks at Eric with more clarity.

"I want you to have me."

[onceaviking]

"You want me to fuck you, take you, make you scream," Eric purrs.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", he says, breathing more rapidly. "Yes, I want you to take me. Fuck me."

[onceaviking]

Eric gets off the bed and unbuttons his jeans so he can peel them them off.
They're tight.
Very tight.

Then he pulls off his t-shirt before sliding onto the bed again.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's eyes are fixed on him, drinking in the sight of his body and one hand slipping down to his cock as he waits.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, but he makes no sound until Eric touches him, then it's a whimper of desire.

[onceaviking]

Eric has retracted his fangs and when he bends his head to kiss Athelstan's mouth, he feels like any other man. If somewhat cooler to the touch.

[athelstanthescribe]

The coolness is noticeable, of course, but it's not what matters most here.

He arches up, kissing Eric back hungrily.

[onceaviking]

Eric presses close, hard and eager, breaking the kiss to suckle the soft skin right below Athelstan's ear.
Reaching down between them to line himself up.

[athelstanthescribe]

He moans at the feeling of Eric's mouth on his skin, even without fangs, doing what he can to help position them quickly.

"Eric", he grates out. "Please."

[onceaviking]

"There" Eric whispers as he slowly, slowly presses into him.
Carefully.
Relentlessly.

[athelstanthescribe]

His head falls back on the pillow, every muscle arching with the fulfilled anticipation.

Eric's being so slow and almost gentle, and Athelstan's caught between being glad of it and longing for something else, something it would probably be dangerous to ask of a vampire.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls as he presses deeper. Loosing himself in the heat.

He wants to tear him apart. And kiss him. And drain him.

He drops a kiss on Athelstan's cheek.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan thrusts back against him, wanting him deeper, faster, now.

He's finding it hard to remember why he had Eric stop drinking earlier.

[onceaviking]

Eric starts moving, grabbing hold of Athelstan's hip with a small snarl.
If he wants it fast -

[athelstanthescribe]

He cries out in pleasure, and it's clear that was exactly what he wanted.

Fast, and hard, and just the right amount of rough.