For Ganymede

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is clean and neat.

There is a bottle of (very nice) red wine on the low table, and the bed is covered with sheets of smooth, Egyptian cotton.

The door to the bathroom is open. It is indeed magnificent.

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[the_cupbearer]

"I have to ask," Ganymede says, having followed Eric along to the room and trailing his fingers over the sheets. "Who gave you the wine?"

[onceaviking]

"I bought it," Eric says, closing the door behind them before going off his boots.
His feet are long and pale.

"I can be a good host. Despite not being able to partake of the wine myself."

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh? Then I have a question," he begins. "Can you taste the wine in someone's blood? Say, mine, if I drank it for you?"

[onceaviking]

"It does carry, a little at least," Eric replies. "For the flavor to become pronounced, you need prolonged exposure."
He nods at the bottle on the table.

"If you empty that, I'll be able to taste it for a couple of hours."

[the_cupbearer]

"Well, then our night just got a little more drunken," he says, picking up the bottle. "So you get to watch me kill the bottle, and then for a couple of hours you get to taste it too, hm?"

Ganymede's game. It takes a lot to get him drunk anyway. "So, should I get naked first, or do you think you can take care of it later?"

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small, rumbly sound.
He likes the sound of this. Especially the part about tasting the wine for a couple of hours.

"I like you naked," he says. "But I can undress you later, if you'd rather make sure you don't grow cold."

Smiling a little. Anticipatorily.

[the_cupbearer]

"Turn up the heat and I'll be fine," he murmurs, stripping off his shirt before looking for a corkscrew.

[onceaviking]

"It's on the desk," Eric says, as he looks for a thermostat.
He localized it and carefully turns it up a bit. Then he looks back at Ganymede over his shoulder.

His eyes are very blue.
"I've had a bath installed. Of sorts."

[the_cupbearer]

"Of sorts?" he asks, turning back once the cork pops free of the bottle, standing up. "You're looking too impatient for me to ask about bothering with a glass."

[onceaviking]

"It's a small hot spring," Eric tells him. "A little lava pool just on the other side of the regular bathroom. And you probably should take a glass. Doesn't it taste better that way?"

He runs his fingers through his own hair.

[the_cupbearer]

"Mostly, it tastes like wine either way," Ganymede says, shaking his head.

"A hot spring? Nice," he chuckles. "I will almost certainly make use of that, assuming the alcohol doesn't keep me warm enough."

[onceaviking]

"I took Pam on a trip to Iceland," Eric tells him, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed hot springs."

His eyes are moving across Ganymede's face and then down the side of his neck.

[the_cupbearer]

At that Ganymede laughs, leaning back against the wall as he skips the glass entirely and drinks from the bottle; it is good wine, yes, but he's under no illusions about what exactly the purpose is for it.

He licks his lips, canting his hips forward and his chin up. "Why don't you tell me how much you enjoyed them?"

[onceaviking]

Eric watches him swallow.

Then he says, "It's the warmth mostly. Just being enveloped by it. Staying under and watching the light filter down."

His voice sounds almost soft.

"Of course, it's even more fun with company. Humans heat up nicely in the water too."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede can't not laugh. "And do we taste better warm or cold?"

[onceaviking]

"Warm. Definitely warm. It brings the blood to the surface which makes you even more alluring to watch as well."

Not that he doesn't already seem to find Ganymede alluring to watch.

"The locals were very pretty too, which is always a plus. And orgy friendly. "

[the_cupbearer]

"Does it?" he asks, lowering the bottle again; he's not chugging it, because he genuinely likes the process of getting inebriated, not just the result--though one bottle of wine, no matter how good, is not going to do much to him other than make him feel warm. "Perhaps I shall have to make you tell me what is most alluring to you." He has the feeling it will be an easy thing to fulfill.

"I haven't been to an orgy in years," Ganymede chuckles. "I've somehow fallen out of the trend, though now people don't take them as endurance trials anymore. It's all in what you do with one orgasm, not how many you can have. Or make someone else come to," he adds with a spark of a smile. He might like that situation. Who knows.

[onceaviking]

"Would you now?" Eric murmurs at the suggestion.
He just might. And it will likely not be surprising.
Mostly anyway.

"It's always boring if it ends up being a mechanical show of skills and movements. Luckily, vampire endurance lends plenty of time to make sure that everyone arrives where they want to go."

A pause.

"As many times as they'd like. At least in a place with pleasantly long nights. And they were good at keeping each other company while Pam and I were devoting our attentions on one or the other. Or the third or -"

You get the picture.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, does it?" Ganymede asks, brows lifted. And he chuckles.

"That sounds like an indulgent evening at the very least. Hopefully I'll measure up."

[onceaviking]

"It was. But I feel confident that we can make this one a night to remember as well," Eric replies, moving closer.

And then he runs the backs of his cold fingers up Ganymede's arm.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, I remember all of them," Ganymede chuckles, watching Eric drag his fingertips up, reaching to grasp the vampire's wrist and bring his fingertips to his lips.

"But some are nicer than others."

[onceaviking]

"And the more nights you see, the more you appreciate the ones that do stand out," Eric murmurs, watching Ganymede's mouth.

[the_cupbearer]

"It's always nice to be satisfied," Ganymede says, smiling as he licks the odd of the vampire's thumb, sucking just hard enough for Eric to feel pressure.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips part a little, as he watches.

He can smell Ganymede's blood, coursing like a river just beneath that smooth skin.



And then he owns in to murmur, "You know that there is nothing in me but blood?" In a low, intimate voice.

His breath, fanning against Ganymede's cheek is as cool as the rest of him.

[the_cupbearer]

"Nothing else?" he asks, head tilting as he drinks more; he can follow all the ramifications of that, oh yes. It sounds like something worth investigating.

[onceaviking]

"Nothing else. No tears, no spit, no semen. Only blood."

A pause.

"And that blood is in itself somewhat intoxicating."
Rather.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles; he's no stranger to blood, and while it isn't necessary for him to enjoy something it appeals to the long-subdued part of him that is very capable with weapons.

"So you're proposing...what, exactly?" he asks, eyes dancing. He knows what Eric is saying, of course. He just wants the vampire to say it outright.

[onceaviking]

He shouldn't do this.
He shouldn't even think it.
It's wrong.
A sacrilege.

Godric would be furious.

"I'm proposing," he says - and if his heart still beat, it would be hammering away in his throat right now - "that you get on your knees and earn a high like you likely haven't experienced before, "

It is so wrong.

"And then we move to the bed."

Ancient blood in a youthful body.

"Where I make sure that your heightened senses get a full workout."

[the_cupbearer]

All those things, and many more, have been ascribed to Ganymede so many times he'd find it funny if he could count that high.

As it is, when he listens to that purr of Eric's voice and glances up to him through dark lashes, the desire to feel exactly what the vampire is describing rushes through him in a wave, making him sink to his knees with his mouth already close to his goal. "Don't tell me when you're going to come," he murmurs, lips already wet and pink from his tongue. "Not with words, anyway." He likes the challenge that way, the faint shock that always happens when he tastes it.

It should say in near-volumes how eagerly he's agreeing to suck Eric's cock.

[onceaviking]

Eric watches him with slightly parted lips.
Where a human might flush hot now, he stays ever the same. Cold and hard and smooth.

But the hunger is there. The anticipation. In his eyes, if nowhere else.

"I won't," he says, his voice pitched low, as he caresses Ganymede's face with the tips of his fingers.

[the_cupbearer]

He scrubs his teeth over his lip, wetting them as he feathers his fingers over Eric's hips and bringing his mouth to the vampire's cool skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets out a breath.

Yes.

Letting the sound of Ganymede's heartbeat fill his world.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede genuinely enjoys this, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue against Eric's cock, pulling back and licking delicately; his teeth scrape oh-so-softly against the vampire's cool skin.

"You like getting sucked like this?" he asks, swallowing him back down until he can feel his airflow stop.

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric says in a near whisper.

"Just like that. Your mouth is so hot."
Hot as in warm and alive.

His fingers have moved into Ganymede's hair, carding through it.

Sorry for the delay, it's been a wicked time.

[the_cupbearer]

He likes having his hair played with, even sometimes pulled hard, and hums pleasantly when Eric's hands move into that position, still sucking though he widens his knees to sink lower and look up at his partner.

no worries, my own play time has been severely limited as well

[onceaviking]

Eric is watching intently, dividing his attention between watching the way his own cock disappears and reappears, wet and glistening, and watching the blood pulsing along Ganymde's jaw and beneath his ears.

He tugs a little at his hair to enhance that second look a little, and licks his lips. The tip of his tongue comes to rest at the point of one of his fangs as he makes a small, hungry sound.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede moans a little as his hair is pulled and his head tilts back, letting the head of Eric's dick pop from his lips, looking up with dazed, hooded eyes. "You want to bite me?" he asks at that hungry sound.

[onceaviking]

"...yes," Eric murmurs.
"Yes. I want to. But I will wait."

And the touch to the back of Ganymede's head is insistently encouraging.

[the_cupbearer]

At that touch he slides back down, letting Eric control his motions until he nearly chokes when he can't slide air into his lungs. He keeps going, though, insistent that Eric come sooner rather than later.

[onceaviking]

Eric is silent.

And then he moans, letting his head fall back as everything grows heavy and tight.
Soon.

His fingers tips skim Ganymede's face and then his hand returns to his hair.