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 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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Yes, yes it does. The stamina and also the sensitivity, and Athelstan doesn't want this to stop.

He scrapes his teeth over the top of Eric's shoulder - then bites, for all the impression it makes.

[onceaviking]

Not much, that is true. But Eric seems rather enthusiastic, shifting his pace to something rapid and sharp.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", he gasps out, again and again. Then, "You can drink again. I want you to."

And he's been revived by the last transfusion, his pulse beating strongly again.

[onceaviking]

Aethalstan has learned his way around sweet talking a vampire.

Eric bites down, lightening fast, right where the skin is thinnest. Warmest.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's a quick learner, and Eric has shown him the way.

He groans with ecstatic pain as Eric bites down, shuddering.

[onceaviking]

The taste of blood warmed by passion is exhilarating and Eric doesn't hold back, swallowing mouthful after mouthful as he keeps pounding Athelstan eagerly.

Stroking his face, digging his fingers into his hips, briefly kissing with wet and sticky lips.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan licks his own blood from Eric's lips as they kiss, and his legs wrap around Eric's back as an encouragement and his best attempt to keep Eric where he is.

He's lost all restraint, crying out roughly as Eric drives into him.

[onceaviking]

The closeness of death will do that too you. Make you seek out life in its rawest form.
Eric is hard and heavy on top of him, making small, growly, eager noises as he keeps up the relentless pace.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan does his best to keep up, even after he climaxes himself, not caring for anything other than to live in the moment while it lasts.

[onceaviking]

And a while later, Eric comes as well.
The blood soaks the bedding, as his movements still, hiding his sticky face against Athelstan's just as sticky neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan rests a hand on the back of Eric's neck, lying quietly as he recovers his energy, paying no attention to the mess.

[onceaviking]

He is trembling. It's so faint, it's easy to miss, and he is doing his very best to ignore it himself.

It's just sex. He's just keyed up because of - everything.