Eric's room - for Athelstan

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is neat and bare.
He hadn't been expecting to return.

He opens the door and lets Athelstan in. Then he switches on the bedside lamp and turns to look at him.

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[onceaviking]

Eric reluctantly lets go of Athelstan with one hand and moves his mouth away from his skin briefly, biting down hard on his own hand, right beneath his thumb.

And then he presses the slowly seeping would to Athelstan's lips.

[athelstanthescribe]

He sucks on the wound, eyes wide and fixed on Eric as he does, until Eric pulls his hand away, then he lies back on the bed, already feeling the effects.

[onceaviking]

And Eric growls and increases his pace, pounding into him at vampire speed, his hips moving at lightening speed.

[athelstanthescribe]

There's nothing he can do with that but take it and enjoy it, not even having a hope of keeping up.

He does move in response at his own pace, though, crying out as Eric thrusts into him.

[onceaviking]

"Tal," Eric whispers into his ear.

Speak.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's breathless, his voice hoarse, but he does his best.

"Like this. Always... from you, always like this. Others may be gentle, but when I come to you, I want hard and fast."

[onceaviking]

Eric makes an eager, snarling sound - and increases the pace of his thrusts.
With vampire blood in him, Athelstan will be able to take it.

[athelstanthescribe]

He can, and he does. He still can't match it, but he can take it.

"Yes", he says on an exhale, head falling back to expose his throat again. "Give me it all."

[onceaviking]

Eric bites down and tangles his fingers in Athelstan's hair. Keeping his head in place.

His cool thumb strokes his cheekbone, a gentle contrast to the ferocity of his bite and the violent movements of his hips.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns his head very slightly into Eric's hand without disrupting anything, an acknowledgment of the gentle gesture.

He moans in pleasure as Eric's fangs pierce his skin again, hips arching sharply up against Eric's as blunt nails dig into Eric's shoulders.

[onceaviking]

Eric looses himself in the sensations and the sweet, pure taste of Athelstan's blood. Dimly mindful of his pulse, his heartbeat, the sounds he makes.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's a good thing one of them is mindful of those things, and able to hear the pulse and heartbeat, because Athelstan isn't thinking about them.

After a while, his vital signs start to slow a little.

[onceaviking]

Eric hesitates - and then he moves his mouth away from Athelstan's neck to bite down on his thumb to rub it against the wounds in his neck.

And then he turns his thumb across Athelstan's lips, leaning down to whisper, "A little more now and then again before you pass through the door, hmm?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Mm." He looks up hazily, then his teeth scrape away the drying blood at Eric's thumb to take more. "Yes. Please."

Whatever's going to happen, his own death or someone else's, he really doesn't want to face it sober.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at him - and then he bites down on his own tongue, leaning in to kiss him, his tongue covered in cool, slick blood.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses him deeply, drinking in the blood. He murmurs something into Eric's mouth that might be "Thokk".

[onceaviking]

Eric give a small rumble in reply.
Moving slowly, languidly, against him.

[athelstanthescribe]

He matches the movements, now he can, humming his satisfaction with everything Eric is doing.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes (gently) hold of his chin with two fingers and moves his head to face him.
Just to make sure he is still there so to speak.

[athelstanthescribe]

The effects are visible, his pupils hugely dilated and his eyes vague, but he does meet and follow Eric's gaze.

"I'm all right", he says softly. "Don't stop."

[onceaviking]

And Eric begins moving again, licking his skin, nipping him with his front teeth.
Digging his fingers into his hips.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan gasps as Eric's tongue and blunt teeth rasp over his skin, and his fingers tighten on Eric's shoulders.

He bucks up towards Eric, trying to pull him in further and speed the pace.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and increases his pace, much as he would have had Athelstan been a vampire.
Not quite, but close.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's what he wanted, and he makes that very clear with every sound and movement.

He's close to the edge, but won't try to stop Eric until Eric decides he's done.

[onceaviking]

That may take a while.

Quite a while.

There can be no doubt that Eric is enjoying himself though. And vampire blood does improve human stamina.