For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Once they are inside and the door is closed, Eric retrieves a book from his desk and settles down on the bed. Ignoring Emcee.

He might be trying to give him space? It's hard to tell.

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[onceaviking]

Why can't the little waitress look at him like that?
It's a good look.

He steps close, cool skin inches from Emcee's face, and then he sits down on the bed next to him and folds his fingers around his jaw. Turning his head with one hand so he can stroke the wild blood through Emcee's hot skin with his fingers.

Rumbling a little.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's toes curl into the sheets in anticipation, as Eric turns his head to the side, exposing his neck. He closes his eyes as his breath hitches and quickens at his cool touch, so seductive and sure, as if Eric knows that he'll get exactly the kind of reaction he wants.

[onceaviking]

When you've lived for a thousand years as a vampire, you know what works.

And sometimes, you do it.

First, he runs his cool lips along the same path his fingers just took. Slowly.
Then his tongue. Even slower.
And then he bites. Lightening fast.

[i_am_your_host]

He sighs, shivering with arousal and delight. Eric takes excruciating time with his lips and tongue, drawing out the sensations until Emcee can't take it anymore.

And then he cries out with surprise and pain at the sudden bite, his elbows buckling.

[onceaviking]

Eric tightens his hold on him and drinks, his lips and tongue working Emcee's skin.
His cold fingers start moving a little on his skin and then one of his hands move into his hair.

He's hungry.

[i_am_your_host]

And this is why Emcee had a filling brunch that tapered off into dinner with wine.

He leans into Eric's hold, giving himself over to let him do what he wants (within reason). Exhaling a purring moan, he returns the gesture by reaching up and lightly threading his own fingers through Eric's hair, cupping the back of his head as he drinks.

[onceaviking]

He can enjoy that if he wants to.

He does. Closing his eyes and pressing his face against Emcee's hot skin.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tips his head slightly toward Eric's. It's more of an inadvertent loll, really, in which Emcee's cheek ends up leaning against Eric's temple.

Meanwhile, his hand lands on Eric's upper thigh.

[onceaviking]

His firm, muscled, cold thigh.

Warms hands are nice. Warm skin.
Hot, hot blood,

He swallows wetly, and turns Emcee's head a little more, without dislodging him.
And then he bites again.

[i_am_your_host]

His fingers slowly curl around Eric's inner thigh.

And when Eric's fangs pierce his skin again, his fingers squeeze his leg. He gasps, then shakily exhales a deep sigh.

Eric's leg is very firm indeed.

Emcee's hand moves higher.

[onceaviking]

Eric does not seem set against this development.
He even shifts a little, parting his thighs.

Emcee's blood is rich and sweet and while he is hungry he is not starved. So he looses himself in the pleasure of feeding, tightening his fingers in Emcee's hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes the invitation and slides his fingerips over Eric's cock. Cool and smooth and hard as any muscle. He whimpers in delight at the feel of him, as Eric tightens his own fingers in his hair.

He begins stroking him slowly, rubbing and touching him. His touch is delicate, almost femininely so, but thorough. Emcee can tell that Eric is feeding for the enjoyment of it, so if he can enhance that pleasure...

[onceaviking]

And he is it seems. Judging from the way Eric is suddenly kissing him. Aggressively.
And then biting him again.
Almost as aggressively.

[i_am_your_host]

He moans under the blood-soaked kiss. And cries out at the next bite, his fingers tightening around Eric's cock.

He's starting to go a little lightheaded and limp in Eric's hold, but continues to indulge in touching him.

[onceaviking]

And Eric is tightening his grip on him, keeping him upright. Keeping him close.
Swallowing again. And again.
And then reluctantly letting him go.

Licking his sounds closed as he lets Emcee down on the bed. Fairly gently.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes out a soft whine when Eric lets him go. His eyes flutter open a crack as he's laid down, and he looks up at him, his own hand still where it is.

"Shall I keep going, darling?" he murmurs through lazy, bloodstained lips.

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric breathes as he lets his head drop down, his forehead resting against Emcee's cheek.

He shouldn't want him to.

He does.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee closes his eyes again. And he's pleasantly surprised that Eric would lean on him like that, but he's not going to say anything.

Instead he continues to stroke him in earnest now, fingers wrapping around the cool, hard shaft, moving up and down in a rhythmic way. His hand is warm and soft, his touch expertly sure. But he also likes this, enjoys the feel of him, the smooth firmness, the power behind it.

He purrs into Eric's hair.

[onceaviking]

Eric shudders a little and presses his face fully against Emcee's flushed skin.
He can hear the blood, whispering as it rushes through Emcee's veins. Tempting him.

His jaws are aching.

He moans through clenched teeth.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee knows that at this point, Eric is dangerously aroused. He's been to that edge many times before. And taken an almost blind pleasure in being so close to it.

He works at him faster, his hand moving at a more determined pace.

"Oh, Eric..." he sighs softly against his hair, "you feel so good..."

[onceaviking]

Eric growls, right by his ear.

Everything is coming apart, no matter how much he is tightening his grip on him.

[i_am_your_host]

The growl goes right through him, sending a shiver down his spine.

His hand moves faster, his fingers tightening, adding a turn of his wrist with each pull.

"Eric..." he whispers raspily, wanting him to just let go and enjoy it.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls, pulling his lips back, and then he bites down.
Hard.
Coming.

Hot blood flooding his mouth as cool blood coats Emcee's fingers.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee throws his head back and cries out, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure, as Eric's fangs sink in again.

His fingers slip from his slick cock, as the rest of his body follows suit and sags limply.

[onceaviking]

Eric swallows and then he reluctantly pulls back and licks his fangs.
He wants to go on.

He bites down on his hand before retracting his fangs and rubs the wounds on Emcee's neck first before stroking his hand lightly across his lips, leaving a trail of dark, slick blood.