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[onceaviking]

Eric's room is cool and clean.

His bed is made with white and grey, and there's a tray with a carafe and a glass on a small table closer to it.

He steps inside and turns to face Ganymede with a hungry, eager expression.

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[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric replies.
"And yes. I should enjoy that. Very much."

He takes hold, gently, of Ganymede's face, turning it a little to the side.

And then he leans in and bites down. Hard.
Moaning as the hot blood fills his mouth.
Pressing against Ganymede because he is warm and alive.

[the_cupbearer]

"Well yes, you should," Ganymede agrees, and the rest of the thought is cut off in the face of that first bite; it feels like blunt needles tearing through his skin, hot and cold all at once. He keeps still for a moment, fingers wrapping around Eric's arms and curling tight, nails digging in, even as he leans against the body half holding him up.

"Again," he breathes in on a soft almost-choked gasp. It's hard to remember to breathe with fangs sunk in near your throat.

[onceaviking]

Eric, on the whole, likes assertiveness. Appteciates assertiveness.

He pulls his mouth away from the seeping wounds and bits down on the other side of Ganymede's neck. A little harder this time.

While he drinks, he slowly moves his hands down Ganymede's side, caressingly. The soft touch contrasts starkly with the hungry pull off his mouth.

[the_cupbearer]

This time, he doesn't try to hold in a shaky moan, the resultant hum bubbling up his throat much the same way as his blood is; Ganymede threads his fingers into Eric's hair as much as he can, curling them tight for a better grip. They both know this won't last much longer with both of them standing, and Ganymede isn't expecting the change of position to stop the bites. He doesn't want it to.

"More," he breathes, breath whispering out over Eric's cool, pale skin. "Keep going."

[onceaviking]

Eric's answer is a low, drawn out moan as he pulls his mouth away and bites down again, right below the first spot.

He is pressing against Ganymede with the full length of his body and it's easy to feel the light tremble in his fingers.
Right under his skin.

Eagerness.
The strain of holding back.

[the_cupbearer]

Each bite, each time he breaks skin, gets Ganymede clenching his fingers tighter, half-feeling the need to let his knees buckle under him. They don't, and he can stand upright for a bit longer, but the biting is very plainly affecting him.

In more ways than one. He's hard behind the zip of his jeans, pressing against Eric each time he sucks in a breath. "Again," he repeats, this time exhorting, demanding what he knows he can withstand. Ganymede knows he can take more bites, he isn't feeling lightheaded or drained yet. And he knows Eric likes that.

"Might need the bed though," he murmurs softly. "I want you between my thighs," he whispers, turning just enough to put his words in Eric's ear.

[onceaviking]

They're standing, pressed tight.

They're on the bed, Ganymede on his back, Eric pressing down against him, biting down harshly on his neck again with another moan.

[the_cupbearer]

Once they're on the bed, Ganymede is bucking up against Eric, one leg slung over the vampire's hip to hold him tightly, even as he lets out a throaty cry at the new bitemark. His neck looks a mess by now, bloody and punctured on both sides when he lets his head fall back to watch Eric.

"Off, off," he pants, shoving at his jeans with his free hand, the one not curled around his current lover. "I want you lower," he breathes, spreading his knees wider. Eric will get the idea, he's sure.

[onceaviking]

Eric's face is smeared with blood, glistening in the sun light from the bedside lamps.

He reaches down and yanks Ganymede's jeans down, laying his warm, soft skin bare, pausing briefly as he listens to his heartbeat. The pulse hammering beneath the skin.

His eyes drift partly shut, as he listens.

And then he strikes again, biting down on the thin skin of Ganymede's upper, inner thigh.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede can't help but to stare down at Eric, eyes wide and round as the vampire slides between his legs; his breath hitches audibly when Eric bites at his thigh and a gently shivering moan follows. The insides of his thighs have always been sensitive to things like kisses or stroking, and the bite is no different in that vein. Ganymede cups a hand around the nape of Eric's neck, fingers trembling as he swipes his thumb over the blood smeared on the vampire's cheek.

His blood.

"Keep going," he whispers. It will hurt, he knows; Ganymede wants it to.

[onceaviking]

It will.

It does.

Eric's mouth pulls hard at the wound and then he moves his face away a little, so he can bite his tongue and lick it closed. The blood flows fast in this area; is too risky to leave it bleeding as he turns his attention to the other thigh.

The hand at the nape of his neck unsettles him, but not enough for him to address it. Ganymede's blood is sufficient distraction. For now, at least.

[the_cupbearer]

He'd be hard-pressed to tell which was more painful: the second bite breaking skin, or the way Eric sucked at his thigh hard enough to leave a bruise matching the first. Both make him bow up and tremble, the fingers on the back of Eric's neck twitching as they curl and Ganymede moans. He's obviously in pain, and equally obviously aroused by it, though the fatigue is beginning to show.

"One more," he requests, in what would possibly have been a very stupid decision were he mortal or capable of being turned; he's already got several sluggishly-bleeding bitemarks all over him, not counting the ones on the insides of his legs.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and tears his mouth away just to bite down again, a final time.

He moves one hand from Ganymede to grab hold of the breeding. Trying to make sure he won't accidentally crush a bone or do any kind of lasting damage.

He is hard and his skin has begun to warm up, just a little.

The slick sensation of Ganymede's blood on his skin is gloriousand although it is not intoxicating, in the way the blood of a fae is, it's still an exhilarating experience.

[the_cupbearer]

"Eric, please," Ganymede breathes, half a whine and half a demand; he's been hard himself, and at this rate it won't take much more to get him to orgasm--not the first time, at least.

"I need..." Something. Something unknowable, or perhaps unspeakable.

But he needs.

[onceaviking]

Eric shifts so his cool cheek brushes against Ganymede's hard cock.

Then his lips. Slick and wet and not hiding his fangs at all.

[the_cupbearer]

The surprise of Eric taking him into his mouth gets a sharp gasp out of Ganymede as his grip tightens on Eric's neck, hips jerking in reflex that makes his eyelids flutter.

"Oh, fuck, Eric," he pants.

[onceaviking]

If asked, he'd say he didn't do that sort of thing.

But in the moment, things happen.

Especially when you can see how the pulse quicken, when you can feel the heart.

His mouth is as cool as his lips.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede knows that, if asked, most of his lovers don't do this sort of thing; but Ganymede has always been the exception to such rules for other men.

Especially men who don't, as a rule, do other men.

When Eric's mouth descends on him Ganymede lets out a shuddering breath, head falling back heavily onto the bed, shaking at the cool feel.

[onceaviking]

Not only is a vampire's mouth the cool center of its being. It is also, always, both a promise of pleasure and a promise of pain. Of violence.

He replaces his mouth with his hand as he moves back to bite Ganymede again.

It's a very controlled bite this time. It has to be. Otherwise, he would tear into him and then he might not want to stop. Be able to stop.

He fills his fingers around him. They're trembling. Just a little.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede's breath comes shallow and rapid by the time Eric moves his mouth and hands, and his skin is already taking on a pale and clammy cast undernearth the gold of his normal tan. The last bite, no matter how carefully it's taken, gets a quiet whimpering gasp, Ganymede's fingers just going shaky and clumsy from bloodloss as they brush the vampire's cheek.

"Eric," he breathes, voice trembling, though whether out of fear or arousal he couldn't tell. "Please--please, don't stop. It hurts, it feels so fucking good," Ganymede finishes, his hips jerking desperately towards the madeningly cool contact.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls against his skin and bits him again. Shallowly, this time.

He bites down on his tongue and laps at the seeping wound to close it again. Reluctant to do any layering damage, even though part of him really, really wants to.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede's hand is shaking against Eric's cheek, and he breathes out a soft encouragement, staring through the fringe of his lashes down at the vampire whose mouth is very close indeed to his femoral artery. A dangerous place for anyone to be, indeed.

He's so close to climax he almost can't stand it, and it very nearly physically aches, the way he can't seem to relax even though his muscles burn.

"I won't," he whispers, voice soft and hitching, "I can't last much longer."

[onceaviking]

He presses, briefly, into the touch and then he bites down again, lightening fast, close, close, close to that thundering, raging blood crashing through Ganymede's artery. Swallowing wetly. Moaning.

[the_cupbearer]

The second Eric's teeth break skin, Ganymede huffs out a soft st5rangled gasp and bows up as if he means to throw the vampire off. His orgasm is quiet, but no less intense for the lack of screaming his limbs shiver like he's been electrocuted, breath shuddering as his eyes roll back and his lashes flutter shut.

It lasts only a few moments of white-out bliss before he all but collapses back against the body-warm sheets. "Oh," he sighs, barely putting voice to the sound, "Fuck."

[onceaviking]

Eric laps the wound closed and moves up to lick the wounds on Ganymede's neck. Slowly, methodically.

Almost sated (it's never enough).
Still hard.
Not quite cold anymore.

"Do you need blood?" he whispers.