For Sinric

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is cool and neat.
There are a couple of low, wooden chairs next to a table at one end and a very large bed at the other end.
There is also a desk with a closed laptop and a small stack of books as well as an expensive looking office chair.

He holds the door to allow Sinric to enter.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric follows meekly, somewhat taken aback by Eric's phrasing in the bar. Is that what he needs? To be unlocked? Or is it that the freedom he has in the bar has unlocked his desires and now that he needs must push them aside for the needs of others, he finds it hard.

He looks for somewhere to put down the wine, unsure now if he needs it.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods at the low table, as he settles down in one of the chairs to unlace his boots.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sets the bottle down unopened and looks around the room. It's somehow smaller and more modern than he expected.

[onceaviking]

There are very few personal items in the room.
Books, a small model of a Viking ship. Some paintings and photos on the wall, framed.
Mostly landscapes. And ships.

Eric leans back in the chair and looks at Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

The ships fascinate Sinric, as ships always have. He lingers to look at them for a moment before turning back to Eric. "Would you have me undress?" He asks, hands resting on the tie of the robe.

[onceaviking]

"Come and sit," Eric says, patting his own thigh.

Normally, having to work for it would annoy him even more than it is now, but he is hungrier these days. After Iceland.

And he likes the way Sinric tastes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes over and straddles Eric's thigh, the robe falling open over his own thighs as he does. He rests his hands on Eric's chest, feeling the hard, cold muscle under the very thin cloth.

[onceaviking]

"Relax," Eric tells him as he runs one of his massive hands up Sinric's back, all the way up to stroke the nape of his neck.

His touch is surprisingly gentle.

Last time, he'd seemed to respond to gentle.

[thewidewideworld]

"You say that as if it's an easy thing." But it comes out as a purr, eyes half closed. Yes, gentle is the right way to go with Sinric tonight.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hand nods up in Sinric's hair.
He likes touching hair.

His movements slow way down as he places his other hand, lightly, on one of Sinric's thighs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes scrupulous care of his hair which is smooth as silk and brushed lustrous. He makes a soft, happy sound as Eric touches it.

And his nipples hardening against the silk lining of the robe.

[onceaviking]

Eric guides him closer - and kisses him. Slowly.
His fangs are retracted and so he feels like most other men.

Except cold.

Very cold.

[thewidewideworld]

The coldness of Eric's kiss catches him off guard, as does the skill of the kiss. He opens himself to it, feeling his lips tingle with the chill of it.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets his tongue explore Sinric's hot mouth.

His fangs are aching.


The hand on Sinric's thigh slowly begins to move. Up Sinric's front.
Up to cup one of his small breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pulls the tie loose, letting the heavy cloth fall open. His small, high breasts are hot to Eric's cold touch, his nipples hardening even more. He moans into the kiss, something closer to a whimper.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches up to slide the robe off Sinric's shoulders.
Deepening the kiss.

Teasing his nipples with careful, cold fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

The sound Sinric is making is most definitely a whimper now, panting through his nose as he kisses back passionately.

{ooc: sorry, ducking out for dinner. See you later.}

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls him a little closer.
His body is solid and firm and cold beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

He moves his mouth along Sinric's jawline, nibbling at it with blunt front teeth.


{ooc: see you later}

[thewidewideworld]

The youth tilts his head back instinctively, pulse racing.

But still only half hard. His body doesn't always react as others do.

[onceaviking]

Eric can take his time.

When he absolutely must.

He repeats the motion, this time with the tip of his cold tongue.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric all but falls back, his slight weight secure in Eric's iron grip as the pleasure of that teasing tongue sends shivers through his body.

He spreads his legs a little wider over Eric's thigh, the hot ridge of scar tissue brushing the clothes of Eric's jeans.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns Sinric's head and and repeats the motion of the other side of his face and neck.
Caressing first one breast and then the other with his other hand.

Gently.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers softly, yielding to Eric's ministrations. His eyes are half closed, trying not to focus too much on the cold of Eric's touch but the gentle care he's showing.

[onceaviking]

"Do you like it?" Eric murmurs, in Greek.

He can tell he does.

[thewidewideworld]

That sends a shiver up Sinric's spine, his hips moving involuntary. "Yes. Oh yes!" he answers in kind.