Outside for Ganymede

[onceaviking]

The night is clear, the air crisp.


Eric looks around him as they walk, eyes wide with wonder.
The sounds.
The scents.

Especially Ganymede's scent, the hint of something reaching far beyond human.
It's distracting.

He keeps looking back at him as they walk toward the treeline.

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[the_cupbearer]

"You are incredibly occupied, it seems," Ganymede says, hands tucked into his pockets as he moves.

"Do you not remember being out here?"

[onceaviking]

"Only once or twice," Eric replies. "And - it's the scents, the air and the soil. You."

And then he looks almost embarrassed because most people seem to dislike it when he talks about their scent.

[the_cupbearer]

"And what do I smell like?" he asks curiously, but gently. "To you."

[onceaviking]

"Sunlight," Eric whispers, leaning in. "The skies. Life."

His lips stop a mere inch from Ganymede's face.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles, and reaches up for Eric's chin. He holds him still and closes the gap himself, lips meeting Eric's softly and squarely.

"Do I taste as good as I smell?" he asks, parting from the vampire.

[onceaviking]

Eric has closed his eyes.
He whispers, "Yes."
Trembling.

"Kiss me again?"
Not quite pleading.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles, and kisses him again, slowly and thoroughly. It's been a long time since he's been the more experienced partner.

"As many times as you'd like, Eric."

[onceaviking]

"I like it when you kiss me," he admits,almost shyly.

"It makes me feel - like I think alive feels like."

His memories are hazy. Vague. But he remembers warmth and laughter bubbling inside him. Giddily.
Being alive must be like that.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede reaches down and clasps Eric's hand in his, cold fingers twined with warm ones and not a batted eyelash. "I'm happy to keep doing it," he says. "Are you still hungry?" he asks.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods.
"I am always hungry," he replies."And - And I want to know if you taste as good as your acent."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede pulls his hair aside, flicking it over his shoulder to leave his neck exposed. He says nothing about it, but it's a clear consent.

"You have to tell me if I do," he says quietly.

[onceaviking]

Eric's fangs slam down, with enough speed to draw blood from his lower lip.

But he is too preoccupied to feel ashamed, leaning in to breathe deeply, rifht below Ganymede's ear.

And then he bites him.

He's gotten better, but the bite still lacks the finesse of the old Eric, the one with thousand of years of experience.

He drinks and as he drinks his hands move down Ganymede's sides. A little hesitantly.

He makes small sounds as he drinks. Small, soft, eager sounds.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede winces, trying not to flinch, when Eric bites down, merely tilting his head to be more comfortable and laying a hand on Eric's shoulder.

He relaxes by bits, though he keeps his eyes open and doesn't let himself go completely boneless in the vampire's embrace, knowing better.

[onceaviking]

Eric is practically thrumming with eagerness and hunger. As Ganymede touches him his own hands come to rest at his hips, pulling him closer.

He briefly pulls his mouth away from the bleeding wounds to kiss him with something amounting to youthful exuberance.

[the_cupbearer]

"Done already?" Ganymede asks between kisses, holding Eric back from him for a moment.

"Be patient, I'm not going anywhere."

[onceaviking]

"But you just -" Eric whispers, eyes wide in the darkness, "You taste just like all those things. You blood is -"

He trails off as he leans in to kiss Ganymede again.

As he brushes against him it is obvious that he is quite noticeably hard now.

He moves his mouth back to the wounds as he takes a hand up to caress Ganymede's face.

[the_cupbearer]

"Slow down," Ganymede says, skimming his hand down Eric's side as a gentle caution. "We have all the time in the world."

[onceaviking]

Eric whines but does as he is told. And then he suddenly gets it, murmuring, "That's why you smell that way."

[the_cupbearer]

"It is," he says, pulling away while Eric's mouth is otherwise occupied talking.

"I'm very old, Eric. Older even than you."

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric whispers.
"I feel that. I - Yes."

He leans in again but whether he wants to kiss him or bite him isn't clear.

[the_cupbearer]

"What do you want out of me?" he asks. "First?"

[onceaviking]

"I want to kiss you," Eric whispers. "And drink from you. "

He strokes a cold hand down Ganymede's side.

"Does your kind need my blood? If I drink from you?"

whoa sorry for the terrible lateness

[the_cupbearer]

"I don't, no," he says, shaking his head. "I've been perfectly fine before."

He knows the smell of the blood close to the surface, in all those bruises on his back, is enticing to Eric. It could never not be. Ganymede just takes Eric's face in his hands, and kisses his mouth softly, though by no means is it overly loving or gentle. It just is, feeling warm and alive and pulsating with both qualities.

Don't worry :) My life is a slowtime mess atm

[onceaviking]

The scent is incredibly enticing.
You can tell from the way Eric trembled, the way his fingertips flutters against Ganymede's skin.

But he still kisses him, drinking up warmth and breath and the scent of sunlit skin andd immortality.

<3

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede closes his eyes while they're pressed together, fingertips sliding around Eric's waist once he's sure that the vampire won't spook and pull away from the kiss. "Don't be frightened of it," he murmurs. "We both know you want to bite. It's all right."

[onceaviking]

And he does.
Striking down fast and hard with none of the finesse of his old self and all the naked hunger of a young vampire.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede's hand tightens on Eric's arm, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise or draw blood were he a normal human.

"Not so fast," he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

Eric whines against his skin but he does slow down.
Pressing against him.
Suckling the wounds.

[the_cupbearer]

It steals Ganymede's breath the way Eric presses against him and sucks, leaving him to tighten his grasp on the vampire's arm in warning. He likes pain, but usually gets a break from it after too long.

[onceaviking]

Eric swallows and pauses, his lips inches away from Ganymede's skin.

He is a little warmer to the touch now. But when he breathes, his breath is still markedly cooler than the night air.

[the_cupbearer]

"Do you always get warmer?" he asks, pushing a hand against Eric's chest.

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric murmurs. "But just for a little while."

He runs his sticky lips aling Ganymede's neck.

"When I'm close to you, it feels almost as if your warmth is mine."

His voice grows softer still.

"And your heartbeat."

[the_cupbearer]

"What does your heartbeat sound like?" Ganymede asks, pulling away momentarily.

[onceaviking]

Eric shakes his head.

"I don't have one. But I can feel yours. In my chest. When I am close enough."

[the_cupbearer]

"Do you like it?" Ganymede asks, blinking slowly.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods, earnestly, face smeared with blood.

"Yes," he says. "It almost feels like I am alive."

[the_cupbearer]

"Then who am I to keep you from that," he says softly.

[onceaviking]

Eric presses close agaun. Licking his neck. Kissing his face.

There's an almost youthful eagerness to the way he moves.

[the_cupbearer]

"How many times do you remember doing this?" Ganymede asks, voice breathy in Eric's ear as his hands curl around the vampire's shoulders.

[onceaviking]

"Five or six," Eric whispers, rubbing his face against Ganymede's neck.

[the_cupbearer]

"How did this end the other five or six times?"

[onceaviking]

He pulls back a little to look at Ganymede.
"How it ended? Like - did we...?"
He trails off, looking a little bashful.