Among the trees

[onceaviking]

Eric seems to have a very specific tree in mind, steering Athelstan down paths invisible to the human eye.

The tree turns out to be an oak, widespread and solid.

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[onceaviking]

And Eric drinks and drinks, pressing against Athelstan.

Hard.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan isn't as hard, even Sinric's best efforts have taken time to get him there lately, but his body and vital signs are responding all the same.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to mind.

He's too focused on the sweet blood.

Stroking Athelstan's face with one huge hand.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans into his hand without thinking, letting him take as much blood as he chooses without protest.

[onceaviking]

He stops drinking sooner than he really wants, licking the wounds closed.
Hand still at Athelstan's cheek, body still pressed against him.

[athelstanthescribe]

He relaxes against Eric's body, almost slumped there without speaking.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips are still wet with blood as he briefly presses them against Athelstan's.

He's willing to let him drink. Just to make sure he doesn't keel over, mind.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses him with only a moment to rouse himself into it, licking at the blood to revive himself.

[onceaviking]

Eric's tongue is still pierced and the wounds there are closing as well.
He deepens the kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

He sucks at Eric's tongue before the wounds close and the blood stops flowing, taking every drop he can get.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hand has moved into his hair, cupping the back of his head.

Holding him in place.


{ooc: bedtime}

[athelstanthescribe]

He doesn't mind. In fact, he likes it, and he'll stay there and let this continue as long as Eric does.

[onceaviking]

The blood flow has stopped.

But Eric is still kissing him.



There's something about warms lips, and a hot, wet mouth, that just -

[athelstanthescribe]

He knows well enough Eric will end this when he's tired of it. Until then, and until he runs out of held breath, let it go on.

[onceaviking]

And Eric does break the kiss.

Eventually.

Moving his face away, but staying in place otherwise. So Athelstan won't fall.

[athelstanthescribe]

Falling out of the tree would be bad.

Athelstan looks down. "How high up are we?"

[onceaviking]

"High enough for you to break something if you fall," Eric murmurs.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes." Beat. "I'm probably going to need your help getting down."

Climbing trees, he knows, but not this high when he didn't climb up.

[onceaviking]

"Hold on."

His voice is low.
Intimate.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods and reaches over again to wrap his arms around Eric.

[onceaviking]

And Eric lifts him, effortlessly, and glides down between the branches.

[athelstanthescribe]

He even manages to relax enough to enjoy the ride and take in the sight of the passing branches.

[onceaviking]

They alight on the ground, but Eric doesn't let go straight away.

Athelstan is warm.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks up at him.

"Eric?"

[onceaviking]

"Mmm?"

Eric's eyes are half closed and his arms are still around Athelstan, keeping him close enough to feel the warmth of his skin.