Just a room

[onceaviking]

He unlocks the door and pushes it open, letting Orpheus enter first.

It's fairly spartan. A bed, a chair, a writing desk.  A large window. He doesn't plan on resting here.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus steps inside and gives a quick look around the room. He's not sure what he was expecting, really, but this isn't quite it. He smirks in amusement as he takes his guitar from his back and lays it on the desk.

"I think I was expecting something a bit more...decadent."

[onceaviking]

"Decadent? No. I enjoy luxury but it is not a necessity."

And he had been fairly specific that the room was to be neutral in tone. Whatever Eric enjoys the most, is only for Eric to know.

He takes his boots and socks off and puts them by the foot of the bed. Then he shrugs off his waistcoat and hangs it on the back of the chair.

His feet are long and pale against the floor.

"Now, how would you like to proceed?"

Never let it be said that the Northman does not show consideration.

[golden_lyre]

It's summer both here and in Paris, so Orpheus has no jacket to remove, but he follows the vampire's example and toes off his shoes.

"Isn't that you're area of expertise? It's my first time, after all."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles and in the blink of an eye he is next to Orpheus.

"We can stand or lie. Either works for me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus starts a little at that, and it makes him smile. It's been a long time since something has sent that little thrill of fear through him.

"I think lying down would probably be better, don't you?"

[onceaviking]

"It does broaden the range of options," Eric agrees, a small purr in his voice.

"Is there any part of your clothing that you wish to make sure do not get staied?" he asks. "I shall strive to avoid it, but I cannot make any promises."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs and pulls off his t-shirt. "I do kind of like this shirt."

Actually, it's as disposable as most of the rest of his wardrobe, but it would probably be awkward to walk through the bar with a blood-stained shirt.

[onceaviking]

Erid takes it and throws it on the chair without a second look.

"Very well, then. If you lie down - " He unfastens his own shirt carelessly.

"You like men?" It's a casual question.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves to the bed, stretching out and watch Eric.

"I do, yes."

[onceaviking]

"I shall take that into consideration then."

He walks over to the bed, in no way making a spectacle of the way he moves. Then he lies down next to Orpheus, like a huge, pale shadow.

Up close, his eyes look a little red-rimmed. His scent is a little musty, and when he runs a finger down the side of the other man's neck, it is definitely cooler than the air around them.

"I like to drink here," he says and then he lets his hand continue all the way down to Orpheus' hip. There he lets it rest, briefly, before continuing the movement, sliding his hand down to rest on his inner thigh.

"Or here."

Moreso on women than men but he is willing to make an exeption.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers at the touch, and his breath comes a bit faster. He keeps his eyes on Eric's face, watching his expression, and rests a hand on the vampire's chest, fascinated by the cool skin and lack of heartbeat.

"If it's going to leave a mark, the thigh is probably better," he says after a moment.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods and slides down a little. The bed is large, but he still ends up with one knee on the floor.

He nuzzles Orpheus' thigh and while it may seem asforeplay, he is merely getting a feel for where the blood flows.

If it serves to heighten Orpheus' excitement - and his pulse - then all the better for it.

Then he looks up at him.

"The pants will have to go," he says. His eyes look darker now.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' eyes darken as well as he watches the vampire moving over him, and his pulse quickens with the nuzzling.

"If you say so," he answers, just a little breathless, smirking down at Eric. His hands move to the fly of his jeans to unbutton them. Underwear are a modern habit he never really got into.

[onceaviking]

Not that Eric notices. That idea is a little ahead of him.

He repeats the nuzzling and then runs his lips across Orpheus' skin. They are as cold as the rest of his body. His tongue, with which he repeats the motion, is slightly warmer. A little dryer than a human tongue but still wet enough to leave a trace of moisture.

Readying him.

[golden_lyre]

The drag of his tongue over Orpheus' skin sends another shiver through him, and Orpheus lets his hands tangle in the sheets as he anticipates what's coming. It's difficult for his body not to respond to such a familiar sensation.

"Gods..."

[onceaviking]

"No," Eric rasps. "No gods. Only life. And death. And us."

He lets his head fall back as his fangs drop and pauses - briefly - looking down at Orpheus'.

Then he strikes.

When a vampire bites, there is pain as the skin is broken. And then there is the strange sensation of being suckled as life itself begins to flow away.

One af Eric's large hands cup Orpheus, mainly to leave the area he is using free, but also because that was part of the deal. And he keeps his promises.

Some of them.

His fingers can crush a skull, but the touch is oddly gentle.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus meets his gaze as he looks up, almost entranced by those blue eyes. His eyes drop to Eric's fangs, and when they sink into him, he lets out a quick gasp of pain before relaxing into it.

It's like nothing else he's ever felt, which was exactly what he was looking for. It's so rare for him to have a truly new experience anymore, and he revels in it.

Eric's hand on him only adds to the sensation, drawing a low groan of pleasure from the musician.

[onceaviking]

After what seems to Eric like far too brief a time - though it may have felt like longer - he withdraws a little.

Only to return to the wounds and lick them again, tonguing the red skin and the ragged edges of the holes left by his fangs.

His mouth is red and wet, but there are few spatters. It is not a frenzied feeding this, neither is it a kill.

Sadly enough.

He feels the urge to continue, because he too rarely comes across new things and the taste of Orpheus is unique. A little like Ganymede and then again, not at all.

He growls and rubs against Orpheus' hip. It's a powerful stimulant to a vampire. Blood.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is fascinated by that red mouth and Eric's gleaming fangs. He feels a bit hazy, his limbs heavy. This, at least, is not a new feeling for him. He's suffered worse blood loss.

As Eric rubs against him, his hips push up a bit.

"How do you want me?" he murmurs, fulling expecting Eric to take control here.

[onceaviking]

And that is exactly what he does.

Eric leans back on his haunches and unceremoniously turns Orpheus over. He is, after all, very strong.

There was no social acceptance of sexual encounters among men when Eric was alive. Or at least, there was no social acceptance of being on the receiving end of such a liaison.

He had little thought for it while he was alive and he learned, as a new vampire, that things are different once you become undead. That rules that govern human life have no meaning.

And he loved. But that is beside the point.

What matters is, that while he would still rather bury himself in a woman, he does not mind bedding a man.

As long as he does get to be in charge.

"Can I fuck you?" he asks, already lined up.

He is not a particularly gentle lover. But if the human protests, he will abstain from breaching him. If only because he is going to live.

[golden_lyre]

That is exactly what Orpheus was looking for. There were rules for this sort of thing when he was young, for what was acceptable and what was not, but Orpheus has learned to move with the times. Some things, though, take longer to change. For the most part, he prefers to be the one in charge, but he has learned that he does find pleasure in receiving if he's with a partner who is willing to dominate him.

If it's only sex, that is, and not anything more intimate in his mind.

He hums his pleasure, like a cloud of seduction around them, pushing his hips back a little.

"Gods, yes."

[onceaviking]

And so Eric presses into Orpheus, regretting the fact that he did not bite his neck. Nothing is sweeter than the dual warmth of flesh and blood.

He reaches up and pricks his own little finger and the reaches down to smear his blood haphazardly across the bite while he rocks back and forth. Slowly. Just to stop the flow. No sense in him bleeding to death like that.

Then he frees his hand and licks it and then - he starts moving in earnest. Not quite as hard and fast as with a woman. Men can rarely deal with that.

But hard. And fast. Faster than humanly possible.

He could go on forever. But he doubts that Orpheus can.

[golden_lyre]

Yet another new experience for Orpheus. The only non-human he's been with this way is Apollo, and he is much more gentle.

Not that Orpheus minds at all.

He certainly can't last forever, nowhere near it when he's being taken like this. He grips the sheets almost desperately, trying to hold on as long as he can, make this last, but it isn't as long as he'd like before he's crying out his release.

[onceaviking]

And as he does, Eric's mouth is against his nack, his teeth, his fangs grazing the skin.

He is growling, weighing Orpheus down. A huge, tense creature. Still hard. Still hungry.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shudders at the sensation of being covered with Eric's cold weight. He tilts his head to the side, baring his neck in invitation.

"Do it..."