Eric's room

[onceaviking]

Eric switches on the light as he unlocks the door and steps inside.

The room is quiet. Neat.
The bed turned down, the desk empty.

He hadn't figured he'd be back.

He lets Emcee come inside and then he locks the door behind them.

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[i_am_your_host]

His eyelids flutter but don't open.

"You won't..."

One hand manages to find its way up to the back of Eric's head, lightly (weakly) combing through his hair.

[onceaviking]

The almost touch to his ear becomes an almost kiss.
"I would.,"

Running his cool lips across his cheekbone, up towards his eyes.
"I would."

[i_am_your_host]

In his lightheaded state, he doesn't know how to process that. But he can't argue with it. A part of him still knows it's true.

He feels Eric's lips on his face, and he sighs deeply, shifting underneath his weight. Skin warm, soft, slightly damp with sweat. Turning his head, he forces his eyes open.

"Your blood...? Bitte, darling."

[onceaviking]

He shouldn't.
He really shouldn't.

Eric bites down on his tongue and dips his head to press it between Emcee's lips. Running one large hand up and down his side. Tangling the fingers of the other in his hair,

[i_am_your_host]

He kisses him gratefully, swallowing the blood that trickles from his tongue. The lethargy dissipates from his limbs, the haze clears from his head. And he slides his arms around Eric's neck, arching up to press his body against his.

[onceaviking]

Of course, now he can afford another bite ...

Eric bites down again, close to his shoulder, his fingers still firmly wrapped in his hair,

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee inhales a sharp hiss of pain and groans through clenched teeth, feeling the bite more acutely with Eric's blood in him. Even the prickling of his scalp from Eric's fist in his hair is intensified. But at the same time he can endure it all better, and he welcomes it, having longed for it since the last time he'd been with Eric.

He writhes against his cold, hard body, still holding his cock inside him. Digging his toes into the backs of his thighs, he pushes up against his hips, wanting him deeper.

[onceaviking]

Sometimes, you get what you want.

Eric intensifies the speed. The rhythm. The depth.
Little by little till the bed is shaking with it and he has to move his face away from Emcee's neck to look down. And watch himself.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps and holds onto Eric's shoulders when he starts to fuck him, really fuck him.

It's glorious.

And when Eric looks down to watch himself... Fuck, that is hot. Emcee manages to raise his head just a little to catch a glimpse of Eric's cock disappearing inside him and he drops back down with a groan, his eyes rolling shut, as he's jostled with each forceful thrust.

It almost reaches the levels of an out-of-body experience when it takes a while to realize that the keening, moaning, shouted sounds of ecstasy are his own.

[onceaviking]

Eric prides himself on his ability to make people sound like that.

He leans forward, supporting his weight on one hand while resting the other on Emcee's chest.
Feeling his heartbeat reverberate.
Feeling the life within him.

He pants. Not because he needs to but because it makes everything feel more - real.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee slides his hands from Eric's shoulders down his arms, fingertips tracing over the sinews and muscles. Eric could easily cave his chest in with that hand. It's a turn-on that he doesn't.

He arches and bucks against him, thrusting back at his hips with a faltering rhythm, but with enough drive to take him in even deeper. The shouts and moans still pour from his raw throat as he comes closer and closer to the edge. But he wants desperately to hold on, and to hold on to Eric, the way he looks right now, his eyes, his bloodstained lips, the way he feels inside and on top of him, the way he sounds. He just wants him.

[onceaviking]

Eric let's his head hang down and increases his pace yet a fraction.
Snarling.

He can feel the pressure build.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee starts to tremble and shake, fingers clutching at Eric's sides and feeling his relentless strength as he thrusts faster. There is no way he can keep up, not even with vampire blood, and he can only take it, which he's only too glad to do.

The snarl rips right through him. Thrashing like captured prey underneath him, he begins to unravel. He clenches hard around the solidness of Eric's cock, bucking wildly and erratically, the pain of exertion and the building pleasure swirling together and threatening to push him over the edge.

[onceaviking]

He moves like prey.

He moves like he is gripped by fear even as his body tries to pull Eric closer and together those two states, of prey and eager lover, are impossible to resist.

Eric runs his lips along his neck again. And comes.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's orgasm grips him like a vise and his body goes rigid. He throws his head back, unable even to scream.

He might have blacked out for a moment or two.

When his senses do come back to him, hazy though they are, he's aware of the stickiness between his legs and the heaviness of Eric's body. Just how he likes it.

He lays there completely still, eyes closed, panting hard, skin hot to the touch and covered with a sheen of perspiration.

[onceaviking]

And Eric stays on top of him, heavy and still. Drinking in the feeling of a warm, living, breathing, sweating body beneath him.

Trying to drown himself in all of these external things, because he is not ready to face anything else right now,

[i_am_your_host]

After what feels like a long while, he shifts and stretches a little. Eric's body is unyielding, but not crushing. Rubbing up against someone cool and hard is a pleasant indulgence.

His eyelids flutter open. With lazy fingers, he sweeps over the solid curve of Eric's shoulder muscle, along the slope of his neck, and into his hair.

[onceaviking]

And Eric's eyes closes in turn, as he lets himself enjoy this too.
Just for a moment.

Just a single moment.

[i_am_your_host]

He's almost surprised that Eric is letting him touch him like this. Stroking his hair, running his fingers through it. But he doesn't want to overdo it. Not wanting the lion to suddenly snap when he's had enough.

But he wants him to feel good. Back from the brink of True Death.

He was that close to never seeing Eric again, but he's glad that Godric forced his hand into staying alive.

[onceaviking]

It is strange. Still being here when he had expected - not to be.
Still being able to bask in sweat and blood soaked bedding.

He runs his lips along Emcee's jaw. Eyes still closed.
Then he opens them. And sits up.
Rubbing his face and then running his hands through his hair.

[i_am_your_host]

He sighs at the touch of Eric's lips.

And then lets his hand fall away when he sits up. He blinks up at him a bit dazedly, admiring his form, the way he moves. The way he runs his hands though his hair that manages to still look cocky no matter what the situation.

[onceaviking]

"How are you feeling?"

Practicalities. As always.
He is not looking at him as he asks.

[i_am_your_host]

He closes his eyes and sighs deeply, stretching his arms above his head.

"Fucking marvelous, darling, thank you for asking," he purrs.

That was the impractical answer.

He opens his eyes, his eyelids heavy.

"A little tired, but I'll be all right."

[onceaviking]

"Good," Eric says. And then he looks away because even that is a bit more than he truly feels comfortable saying.
"Do you want to wash up here?"

It is, for all intents and purposes, a rhetorical question.

[i_am_your_host]

"If you don't mind?" he says, perhaps a little politely.

He's consciously trying not to overstep any boundaries that Eric may want to reestablish between them.