Outside

[onceaviking]

 Eric leads Orpheus' down toward the lake, a cool hand on the small of his back. They end up between tall trees, Eric looks up one trunk and then down at Orpheus.

"We go up there," he says. "It is nice and private and I will hear it should anybody come."

It's hard to make out his features in the dark.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arches an eyebrow at that.

"You want to do this in a tree?"

[onceaviking]

"Why not?" Eric says. "It offers privacy. And a view."

And with that he puts his arms around Orpheus and pulls him tight -and then they float. Slowly, steadily upward.

[golden_lyre]

"You're not worried we might fall..."

Once they start floating, Orpheus laughs and forgets about the falling. "Gods...this is incredible."

[onceaviking]

Eric rumbles in agreement and then they're there, hidden from below by branches, Orpheus' back pressed against the trunk of the tree.


"This time," Eric says, "I think we shall start here." He leans in and licks Orpheus' neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus holds onto Eric, arms around his shoulders, just to be sure he doesn't fall. He shivers as Eric's tongue slides over his skin, tilting his head to expose his throat.

"I am so okay with that."

[onceaviking]

"Good," Eric murmurs. Then he drops fang and bites down, hard, tightening his grip on Orpheus as he does so, pressing his body against him. Keeping him from falling. Trapping him.

Grinding against him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' grip tightens as well, and he groans softly as Eric's teeth sink in. "Gods, yes," he murmurs, his hips automatically pressing back to Eric's.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks noisily, his tongue lapping against Orpheus' skin. His hands tighten painfully to keep him in place.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out softly, his body relaxing in Eric's grip, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

[onceaviking]

And so he is hoisted up again as Eric straightens and lifts Orpheus up, his lips glued to his skin.

His fingers might end up leaving bruises as this rate.

He is making a low, growling sound as he drinks and if he briefly moves his blood-soaked lips from Orpheus' neck to his mouth and then back again, he is unlikely to admit it.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hips still press against Eric's, rolling forward a little as Eric drinks. He's beyond caring about bruises or any other marks at this point, and the taste of his own blood on his lips draws a low moan from him.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls back, with effort, and silences Orpheus by kissing him brutally. His fangs are still out but he manages to avoid breaking skin. Barely.

Then he bows his head again and licks at the still bleeding wounds.

The growl has grown almost inaudible, but it is still there.

[golden_lyre]

It is difficult at the best of times for Orpheus to keep quiet. Even with the kiss, he stands no chance now. With incredible effort, he muffles the whimper that escapes him as Eric's tongue moves over the wounds.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes Orpheus' face in one large hand and tips it so their eyes meet. "Hush," he says, skirting the line of it not just being a suggestion.

His mouth is dark and wet and he clearly has to move his lips differently to accommodate the fangs.

"Hush, little singer. I might drop you if you startle me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chokes back a moan, nodding, biting his own lip. He's definitely going to try.

[onceaviking]

Eric's dark lips widen in a smile.

"So, now I've fed. What else am I going to do with you, hmm?"

Orpheus is still bleeding. He'll stop that in a minute.

[golden_lyre]

"Anything you want," Orpheus offers, his eyes dark, his voice low.

He doesn't even care about the bleeding.

[onceaviking]

And then Orpheus is turned around by two strong hands, his face ending up pressed against the trunk of the tree.

Eric reaches between the tree and Orpheus to undo his pants, licking at the wounds again as he does so.

Maybe he'll let the blood flow for a little while yet. He seems to be doing well enough, all things considered.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, careful to keep his voice down, trying to hold onto the tree as well as he can as his limbs start to feel a bit heavy.

[onceaviking]

Once the clothing is out of the way, Eric unceremoniously grabs hold of Orpheus, while using his free hand to undo his own pants.

Then he spits in his hand - blood - and gets ready, making sure to place his legs so the chances of Orpheus actually falling out of the tree should he pass out, are minimized.

He just knows that people would somehow end up blaming him.

Once ready, he pauses, leaning in to lick the wounds again, letting them close through the action of a small drop of his own blood.

And then he penetrates Orpheus. Twice.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus can't help crying out at that. "Fuck, yes!" he groans, pain rippling through him, intensifying everything.

[onceaviking]

Eric bit down on the so far untouched side of Orpheus' neck, but he reluctantly only takes a few sips.

He is moving fast, paying little regard to the fact that they're in a tree. He's found sturdy branches but they're still branches and they start to move quite a lot as the pace quickens.

He could keep going like this for hours.

[golden_lyre]

At the moment, Orpheus wants him to. He shudders as Eric's fangs sink into him, and his hips move as well as they can with Erics, though there's no way he can keep up with the vampire's pace. His fingers flex against the bark of the tree, and his hips jerk. He wants to hold on as long as he can, drag this out as much as possible.

[onceaviking]

Eric is finding he is actually getting rather excited about this.

It's still a shame that Orpheus is not a soft, rounded girl, but his blood is making up for that.

So it is with regret that he lets the wounds close again. But with less regret that he keeps pounding into Orpheus.


(ooc: bedtime for me)

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans and rocks with Eric, struggling to keep himself together. It's a losing battle, though, and it isn't long before he arches forward, spilling against the tree trunk.



[ooc: :)]