Outside, with Athelstan

[onceaviking]

The night is dark and cold.

Eric stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets and waits for Athelstan to decide where he wants to go.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan stretches up to kiss him.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips are smooth and cool and soft.

And his mouth is full of blood.

[athelstanthescribe]

Both things are often true when he's kissing Eric, and the first always.

Athelstan closes his eyes, drinks the blood, and thinks of Ragnar.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his bloody lips along Athelstan's jawline, down to bite him again.
Pressing closer.

[athelstanthescribe]

He turns his head to the side to let Eric bite down, and without thinking about it presses back against him.

He can feel the cold blood on his jaw, and doesn't care.

[onceaviking]

Eric rolls his hips against Athelstan as he drinks deeply.

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He can feel Eric against him, hard with Athelstan's own blood, and he's more than halfway hard in response.

Take that as a compliment, Eric, even Ragnar has to work to get him fully hard these days.

[onceaviking]

Eric gives him another bloody kiss and then he begins to lick his neck clean.

His tongue is gentle.

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He tips his head once again to allow it, moving to give Eric access to every inch of his bloodied neck.

[onceaviking]

Eric licks slowly and thoroughly, moving across Athelstan's skin again and again.

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It almost feels tender, and Athelstan does nothing to stop him. Why would he, after all, if he wants to go back inside clean?

[onceaviking]

And he will be clean.
He might already be clean. Maybe Eric just keeps licking his skin because - well because.

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Maybe just because, indeed.

Athelstan is half-slumped, bonelessly, between the tree and Eric - not exhausted, not after Eric's blood, he could hold himself up. He just isn't.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to mind.
He moves one knee between Athelstan's legs, to keep him upright, and runs his big hands down his side.

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Athelstan leans against him, half-forgetting himself, since Eric doesn't seem to mind.

He lifts a hand and holds it to his heart, judging.

[onceaviking]

"You'll be fine, " Eric says before kissing him again.

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"Yes", he agrees before he finds Eric kissing him again and concentrates on that, licking at the remaining blood on Eric's lips.

[onceaviking]

The licking earns him a soft, pleased purr.

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That being the case, he keeps doing it, dipping in and out as he runs out of breath.

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"Easy now," Eric murmurs.
"We don't want you overdoing it."

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Athelstan pulls back obediently.

"...what happens, if you do?"

[onceaviking]

"It's like a drug," Eric tells him. "Like mushrooms."

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He leans back against the tree.

"I only did mushrooms once. It was..."

[onceaviking]

Eric licks at his neck again.
He'd missed a spot.
Maybe.

"And you liked it?"

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"Parts of it." He thinks back on it. "Perhaps I was lucky, but there was nothing very frightening. It was at Uppsala, before the sacrifices began."