Eric's room - Sinric

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is dominated by the bed.
The huge bed.

There is also a desk, a low table off to the side with two, equally low chairs. They're wooden and ornately carved, but they and a couple of the more decorative objects (a painting or two, a small model of a Viking ship) are the only concessions to his past.
The door to the bathroom is ajar.

The bedside lamps are lit.

Eric toes off his boots (Pam hates when he does that) and drops his keys on the desk.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Very nice." Sin follows suit, crouching to unzip the long motorcycle boots and carefully setting his jacket aside.

[onceaviking]

Eric perches on the edge of the desk.
"There's wine," he says, nodding at the small table.

The dim light brings out his cheekbones. And his pallor.

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you want some or do you keep it for your guests?" He asks curiously, padding across the floor towards it, walking slightly on his toes.

[onceaviking]

"It's for when I have company. I can't drink it myself," Eric says, watching - not the gait or the posture, but the pulse below Sinric's ear.

[thewidewideworld]

Its a little fast but steady, a little excited but in control. Sin pours a glass and sips it. "Hmm, lovely. Thank you." He toys with the glass, watching Eric watch him and wondering where this goes next.

[onceaviking]

"Come here," Eric says, spreading his legs to make room for Sinric between his thighs, still resting against the desk.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin takes another deep sip before putting down the glass. He moves towards him slowly, rolling his narrow feminine hips. He stands between Eric's knees, not touching. His pulse racing a little faster now.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets his hands drift down to rest lightly at his hips.
Then he leans in to breathe in his scent, right below his ear, before kissing the warm skin there.

His thighs are muscular, hard and cool, even through his jeans. His hands are huge. He smells of his shampoo and shower gel.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin shivers at the kiss, feeling the cold of Eric's lips even as his skin flushes. He rests his hands on those muscular thighs, feeling the hardness under the thin denim.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his hand up Sinric's back and up to rest it, lightly, at the back of his neck.
Listening to his pulse.
Breathing his scent.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin smells like rain and the road and far off places. There's still a lingering scent of incense and pot smoke in his hair from Nepal.

He leans his slight weight back, feeling the strength of Eric's hand. There's a nervous passivity in him, an uncertainty.

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes slide down the side of his neck and then up to meet his eyes.

"Would you like for me to fuck you?" he murmurs. "First?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sin bites his lower lip. At least with that, he would know where he stands. He nods and steps back a touch, hands resting on the hem of his shirt, waiting to see if Eric wants him to strip. Some people prefer the illusion of femininity retained when they fuck him.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to notice, maybe because he is busy pulling off his own top.

Hello, chest.

[thewidewideworld]

Hello indeed! That's a lot of hard flesh and Sin's pulse jumps a little.

And then he reaches the conclusion that Eric knows he's male and doesn't seem to care. He shucks the thin white blouse and the heavily padded bra.

Beneath, the bra his pecs are soft and full, like the breast of a small woman. His nipples are pierced and adorned with gold filigree nipple shields.

[onceaviking]

Eric throws his top on the floor and then he reaches over to run a finger down Sinric's left pec, touching the nipper shield.

"Nice," he says.

Then he unzips his own jeans.

No underwear.

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh." Sin gasps as Eric's finger brushed his nipple, making it harden against the flesh warm metal.

He can't help but lick his lips at the sight of Eric, a sculpture in ice and flesh. And so much of it. His eyes are drawn down, and down. So much flesh. He can't help but bite his lip again at the prospect of being fucked by that.

He steps back again to shed the skin tight leather jeans, folding himself almost perfectly in half to roll them down. His body is small but shapely and the black lace panties he still wears hint at further adornment.

[onceaviking]

"Are you wearing any silver piercings?" Eric asks as he pushes his jeans down and off.
Better make sure ahead of time.

[thewidewideworld]

"No, only gold and surgical steel." He pushes the panties down. Beneath his cock is small but hard, a frenum ladder of five piercings run down the underside of his cock, laced back and forth with fine gold chains. The bar at the head of his cock has a small ruby set at either end.

The skin behind his dick is ridge with a ragged scar, his balls absent.

[onceaviking]

Eric steps close and murmurs, "Turn around."
He has no particular interest in the piercings, but then again, most of his attention is rather narrowly focused on the sound of Sin's heartbeat.

He does notice the scar though.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin had hoped for more, some semblance of the warmth Eric had shown in the bar but he see that isn't to be.

He nods and turns, moving to the bed, bracing his hands on the edge of the mattress.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks over and runs a huge hand down Sinric's side.
"Relax," he says. "I won't hurt you. Not much anyway."

He tugs at Sinric's hair to make his tilt his head back. If he does, he'll get a kiss - and Eric will get a nice view of his jugular.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin lifts his head as directed, arching with a moan as Eric's lips touch his. His nipples harden, soft breasts sensitive.

[onceaviking]

Eric deepens the kiss and moves his hand from Sin's hair to his chest, teasing his nipples with his cold fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

He gasps, high and clear as any woman as Eric toys with his nipples. The metal of shield is as warm as Sin's skin and he presses back against him as he pants into the kiss.

His breasts are small and feel smaller under Eric's large hands.