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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]

Eric reaches down to position himself, still kissing Ganymede's lips and face. His neck.

He presses against him, slowly and insistently, holding him close with his big, strong hands.

Whispering, "I want you," half promise, half threat.

[the_cupbearer]

"Yes," he hisses, knees flexing to keep himself pressed tight against Eric, fingers curled in his short blond hair. "Not enough, it's not enough," he breathes, trying to move faster and take Eric deeper despite how strong the vampire's hold is.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small, pleased sound and then he starts to move.

Vampires are strong and resilient and fast and he moves, almost, as he would with a vampire, his hips not quite a blur, and he keeps kissing, and licking, and biting.

[the_cupbearer]

It's been a long, long time since anyone was this rough with him without Ganymede having to beg for it--and it's an intoxicating thrill that kicks in his veins and along his nerves. He's glad of Eric's hands at his waist keeping him still even as he cries out wordlessly, though he doesn't stop moving.

Gaynmede absolutly wants to finish this, but he wants to be well and truly thoroughly fucked before that happens. And Eric knows exactly how to mix pleasure and pain to have them both feel incredible.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls wordlessly and lets his head fall back, briefly.

Vampires rarely expose their necks, but in certain situations ( when you are fucking someone like you really mean it, when you can feel the desire running like flames up and down your spine ) it happens.

Tightening his grip on Ganymede.

[the_cupbearer]

If Ganymede had fangs, he would have happily bitten at the exposed throat in front of him; even when they're not hungry, biting seems to be an enjoyable activity from the giving end--and he knows how good it feels on the other.

But he has no fangs. As it is he can curl closer to Eric, beyond words to express how much he just doesn't want him to stop, and Ganymede ever-so-gently lays a kiss to the adams-apple at the curve of Eric's neck. His teeth pinch when he worries the skin between them, and normally this would result in a dark hickey for anyone else. He can hope Eric will get the message intended.

[onceaviking]

It does, judging from the way Eric gasps and then moans, moving a hand up to keep Ganymede's head in place.

In case he wants to do it again.

The moan turns to a hungry whimper as he increases his pace an incredible fraction.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede does it again, and again--he can take wordless direction quite well, it turns out--and there might have been a fourth time too. Except Eric shifts and moves just enough faster that a white-hot jolt of pain goes lancing through Ganymede, and his fingernails dig into the vampire's skin, muscles held tight. Even his voice is thin and eerie when he rasps out words in a language Eric couldn't possibly know.

It hurts, and the pain overwhelms the pleasure for a dizzying moment. He is only human, after all, with all the frailties that carries, even if he heals from them eventually. Too much pain still hurts. But he's so close, the effect of the vampire's blood still thrumming through him, and damned if it isn't making orgasm that much more exhilarating.

When he can reach it.

"Eric," he manages to gasp out, in English this time, "Eric, please!"

[onceaviking]

Eric takes hold of him and moves them both, so Ganymede is on his side with Eric on top of him.
He grabs hold of the headboard for leverage and bites down on his own tongue so he can lick Ganymede's mouth, coating it, before biting down hard on his neck.
Drinking.

The smeared blood on his own face is partly from him being a messy eater- and partly from the pain caused by not enough pain. From lack of fangs.

[the_cupbearer]

The movement, and the bite, and the culmination of everything else results in Ganymede convulsing once, hard, body jerking underneath Eric before he settles into a gentler shivering and twitching, every muscle gone lax and soft.

He can't put the sensation to words; he can only barely let it wash over him, leaving his breath coming short and erratic through lips still parted with drying blood on them.

[onceaviking]

Ganymede's climax pulls Eric along and he stiffens, eyes closed, fangs bared.

After a little while, he slowly lies down, licking his lips.

They tremble ever so slightly every now and then, as if on the verge of being pulled back to fully expose his fangs.


He sighs.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede doesn't move.

He blinks sluggishly, lashes never actually parting as he watches Eric, trying to make his brain work beyond the idea of merely staring at the unearthly beautiful creature beside him.

Quite a pair they make, both sated and still, smeared with blood and still trembling from intense orgasm.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches over and touches his face, murmuring, "Look at me."

It's easier to judge how he is doing if he can see his eyes properly.

His heart's beating. So that's good.

He is not going to delve into why he can feel blood dry and crack at the corners of his own eyes. There's no need for that.

[the_cupbearer]

He sighs, breathing deep and taking a rib-expanding breath that caused a wince of residual soreness. But he looks up at Eric, eyes bleary and touched with reflex tears, but as alert as ever.

He's tired, and he's sore, but he's whole and--more or less--unharmed: Ganymede hums low in his throat in answer.

[onceaviking]

The touch on his face turns, briefly, into a caress.

Eric's lips quirk in a small smile.
"Is it going to tide you over till noon?"

He's guessing yes.

[the_cupbearer]

"Mmm."

Ganymede manages a weak chuckle as he turns his face into that touch, letting out a soft sigh as he blinks Eric into focus, though it takes effort and he's still soft-edged. At this rate, he won't move again until he absolutely has to.

"Only noon?"

[onceaviking]

"Noon tomorrow??"
He seems amused, but quietly so.

He is listening to the sound of Ganymede's heart, the swishing sound of the blood in his veins.

[the_cupbearer]

"I was thinking Thursday."

The tiny shift of a smile around his mouth belies the humor the rest of his face doesn't show, and he shifts to slide his knee between Eric's, comfortably close.

"Am I supposed to be seeing colors like this?"

[onceaviking]

"It affects people differently," Eric tells him.
"Colours, sounds. Hunger."

He runs a finger along Ganymedes lower lip.

"You'll get a glimpse of what the world looks like to me."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede flicks out his tongue to swipe at Eric's fingertip, catching it between his teeth for a moment.

"Too much of this reminds me of the first time I mixed acid and molly." It was an interesting time, to be fair.

He stretches lazily, and settles back into a comfortable curve against Eric. "Is sex always like that for you?" he asks.

[onceaviking]

"Often it is."

He has pitched his voice low and once Ganhmede has settled, he runs his hand along his side.

"We - experience things more intensely. Touch. Sound."

[the_cupbearer]

"It was certainly intense, I'll give you that," Ganymede murmurs. "Twice inside of an hour with no rest is an accomplishment. Aches a bit, though."

He's content for a moment to just let Eric pet him, and wonder if he'll have bruises from this. He half expects it, honestly. "What does it feel like? With someone not a vampire?"

[onceaviking]

Eric is quiet.

Then he says, "I have to hold back. Be careful. So I don't break you. Or kill you."

Because he wants to.

"You're soft and fragile. And so - warm."

He seeks that warmth.
Craves it.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede lifts his brows at that. "I can't die, Eric. It never...sticks. I come right back."

It's tiring, it's not his favorite activity.

"Have I never showed you?"

[onceaviking]

"You've mentioned it, but you haven't shown me, no," Eric murmurs, looking at him intently.