For Sinric

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is cool and dark as he opens the for and lets Sinric in.

He turns the light on and shrugs off his leather jacket.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Leave off the lights if you wish." Sinric sighs as he sheds the fur he keeps tight around himself. His skin is chilled though his cheeks are warm. "I don't need to see, and I'm sure you see well enough in the darkness."

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches over and turns the light off again.

He becomes a pale shadow in the darkness as he removes his clothing.
Silently.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric closes his own eyes, following the sound of Eric's movements, the slitter of cloth.

He sheds his own garments slowly, aware of the fragility of his body. Too lean, too angular - the jut of his hips, the hollows of his clavicles.

"I have not been taken by a man in some time." He whispers, setting his clothes aside. He moves to where he saw the bed, brushing his hair over his shoulder to reveal the curve of his neck.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks after him and pauses next to the bed, standing close.

Then he raises his own hand to his mouth, lets his fangs drop and bites down on his tongue.

The sound is loud in the dark, quiet room.

Then he holds his hand down to Sinric's face.

They'll begin here.

[thewidewideworld]

He doesn't jump at the sound but a sudden runs through him, a soft spike of fear.

He feels Eric's large, cool hand and leans forward to kiss in, lips finding the cool wetness of Eric's blood. He laps at it, tiny cat licks.

[onceaviking]

And Eric lets him, keeping his hand still.

He will be more fun if he is less - fragile.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans softly around Eric's fingers as he feels vitality return to his limbs. A month of darkness and magic and forgetting to eat or sleep washes away as the blood renews him.

He sucks warmly, his tongue working in ways that would have most men pushing him to his knees in a heartbeat.

[onceaviking]

ERic looks down at him with dark and hungry eyes.
But he lets him drink.

[thewidewideworld]

And he will. Sipping little drops of blood from Eric's fingertips and sighing as it repaired months of damage and neglect.

He reaches for Eric, resting a steadying hand on Eric's waist.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a soft, hungry sound. And then he slowly slides a huge, cold hand up Sinric's back, letting it come to rest at his neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Even healing as swiftly as he is, there is so little meat between skin and bone. Between the fragility of Sinric's neck and the power of Eric's hand.

Sinric lets his eyes slip closed, let's the vision of himself as a bird in the grasp of some hunting tiger fill his senses as he takes Eric's finger deeper, sucking sensually now rather than licking.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans down and pulls his finger away from Sinric's soft, warm mouth, replacing it with his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric tilts his head back to open himself to the kiss, his body filling with warmth.

[onceaviking]

And Erfic kisses him deeply. Possessively.
HUngrily.

Pressing his cool, hard body against him.

[thewidewideworld]

The kiss thrills him, warming him further still with desire as the blood makes every inch of his skin sing.

He returns the kiss, as best a human can, pushing up onto his toes that Eric's manhood might rest between his thighs. He rocks against it, eager and hot.

[onceaviking]

"And here I thought," Eric whispers, "that you needed to take it slow."

[thewidewideworld]

"Your blood quickens me." Sinric whispers breathlessly, hot and small in Eric's hold. "And I am less the kitten I once was."

[onceaviking]

Eric chuckles and then he lifts Sinric up, effortlessly, biting down on his neck as he holds him close.



{ooc: bedtime for me}

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps, his feet dangling as Eric holds him effortlessly.

The sound of his skin breaking under Eric's fangs, the flash of pain, the hot wetness of his own blood. All of these surround and fill him, making him tremble.


{ooc: sleep sweet}

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his fingers into Sinric's hair as he drinks.
Part caress, part firmly holding in place.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has no desire to fight, enjoying the feeling of being overpowered.

He wraps his lean legs around Eric's waist, steadying himself so Eric need not hold all his weight. And so Eric's manhood sits against the curve of his ass.

[onceaviking]

Well, if he insists ...

Eric reaches down to align himself as he licks the wound closed.

Just to enjoy biting him again.

[thewidewideworld]

He doesn't insist but he does desire. It has been some time and he misses the feeling of being filled. He arches, spreading himself wider for Eric to take.

He gasps into the bite, high and sweet, still very much on the border of feminine and masculine. He presses his small breasts against the chill of Eric's marble skin. "Yes, please Eric?"

[onceaviking]

It's a slow, insistent push, as Eric pulls his lips back in a silent snarl, feeling Sinric's heath envelop him.

He is being careful.
Deliberate.

[thewidewideworld]

And Sinric appreciates it. For all Eric's blood has healed him, he's still a delicate thing. He lets his head fall back and moans, feeling himself stretch as Eric takes him. Pleasure and pain flush in his blood, sweet and joyous.