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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[onceaviking]

Eric takes hold of his hips and begins to move.
Deep.
Hard.

[thewidewideworld]

It should hurt but it doesn't.
It should scare him but it doesn't.

He shouldn't want this but he does.

He moans; roughly, joyously.

He feels the storm brewing inside him, the wave forming on the brink of breaking over him. "So close-"

[onceaviking]

Eric tightens his grip on Sinric and increases his pace.

[thewidewideworld]

It doesn't take much, not the way Sinric is wound up and not the way Eric is ploughing him.

And the blood making him so sensitive. The air rushes out of him all at once, his body clenching all over as his peak takes him, tumbling him like a stone in the surf.

[onceaviking]

Eric's upper lip trembles - but he refrains from biting Sinric again.
Much as he wants to.

He slows down and stops, his hands still on Sinric's hips.

[thewidewideworld]

"You don't have to-" he gasps, eyes rolling as he reaches back to touch Eric's hip with a trembling hand. "Don't stop if you don't wish to."

He means fucking, not feeding. But Eric may not hear it that way.

[onceaviking]

As far as Eric is concerned, it is basically the same thing. So he starts moving again, rolling his hips slowly, and then he dips his head down and bites Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is so sensitive, so sensitised that it's all one to him - the pain, the feeling of being taken, it's all so much. He closes his eyes and just sinks into the feeling.

[onceaviking]

And Eric drinks, one hand ending up tangled in Sinric's hair, the other still at his hip.

Drinking and moving slowly, loosing himself in the warmth.

And then stopping, because he had bette not do any lasting damage.

[thewidewideworld]

Thankfully Sinric ended up with a drop or two more blood than planned. Cool and pale as he is, it won't last too long before his strength returns.

He lols in Eric's arms like a ragdoll, eyes half closed.

[onceaviking]

Eric puts him down on the bed (fairly gently) as he pulls out.
Still hard.

He runs his hands through his hair and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
Not bad.
Not enough, but not bad.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks up at his through slightly hazy eyes, his cheek pressed against the quilt. "I misprized you, master serpent."

[onceaviking]

"You did?"

Eric is in a good mood and willing to engage in a bit of post coital small talk before taking a shower.

[thewidewideworld]

"Your gentleness, your willing to play the part for me. I am glad to been mistaken." Weak and over sensitised, Sinric still managed a grateful smile.

[onceaviking]

"I don't do anything for your sake," Eric tells, which may be a back handed sort of compliment. Then again, it may not.

He gets up and heads to the bathroom, leaving Sinric behind on the bed.
He is not a threat, so he is willing to leave him unsupervised.

[thewidewideworld]

The backhanded reaction seems to sober Sinric. And darken his mood somewhat.

By the time Eric is out of the bathroom, Sinric has the robe back on and is preparing to take his leave.

[onceaviking]

Eric returns, damp, huge, and naked, rubbing his hair with a towel.
He doesn't seem surprised to see Sinric dressed already.

[thewidewideworld]

"May I use your bathroom a moment before I go? I fear the tape has come loose." He gestures to the gauze at his hip, hidden by the robe. It hadn't occurred to him that Eric's blood will have healed the tattoo over.

[onceaviking]

Eric considers telling him.
But then he just nods his head in reply.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods his thanks and slips into the bathroom.

He returns a few moments later, clear of any residual blood and smiling softly to himself. From the rustle of fabric against skin, the gauze is gone. "Thank you. I hadn't considered that it might heal also."

[onceaviking]

Eric has settled in a chair. Still naked.
He looks at Sinric.
"That's how it goes," he says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods, having difficulty keeping his eyes off Eric's hard body, reminding himself how callous the serpent could be once he had what he wanted.

"I am grateful, nevertheless. It inched terribly and I feared to damage it if I scratched. I am glad to know it's healed and permanent now."

[onceaviking]

"Now it'll last till you die," Eric murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's hand rests over the mark, with a warm and wistful smile. "I hope so. It is a part of me now and for that I am glad."

[onceaviking]

"And do you have an explanation handy for when you go home?"