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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[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: :)]

[onceaviking]

Eric keeps going just a little while longer and then he stops, wiping his hand on Orpheus' clothes before pulling out.

Reaching a climax does not seem to concern him much.

He leans in and murmurs, "Still alive, little singer?"

Of course he knows that he is.

[golden_lyre]

"Always, it seems," Orpheus mutters, leaning heavily against the tree trunk.

[onceaviking]

"I think," Eric says, "That you need a bath and to lie down in your own bed."

He fastens his own trousers and then makes Orpheus turn a little, so he can get an arm under him.

"Where do you sleep?"

[golden_lyre]

"I have a room here," Orpheus mumbles, leaning against Eric as he's turned, clumsily trying to get his own jeans tugged back into place.

[onceaviking]

"Which number?" Eric asks, as he ignores Orpheus' attempts to get dressed again and just lifts him, one arm under his knees.

He'll move fast. No one will notice.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is not in any condition to protest either way, and he really doesn't care who sees him naked. He gives Eric the number of the room, settling against his cool bulk.

[onceaviking]

And in two breaths .- if you're someone who breathes - they're there.

Eric rummages through Orpheus' pocket and fishes out the key.

He unlocks the door with one hand, lifting his leg up so he can support Orpheus' body with his knee.

"May I come in?" he says. This is someone's abode. The rules apply.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, of course," Orpheus mutters, still feeling rather groggy.

[onceaviking]

Eric shifts his hold and nudges the door open.

He walks over to the bed and dumps Orpheus on it.

"How are you?" he asks.

[golden_lyre]

"Fine," Orpheus says, stretching lazily across the bed. "Tired."

[onceaviking]

"Filthy," Eric adds. "Bloody." His voice takes on a strange tone at the last word.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, that too," Orpheus agrees, watching Eric carefully. His tone suggests he doesn't mind either.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans in - and then climbs onto the bed, straddling Orpheus.

His fangs drop again. And he's got an almost vacant look in his eyes. Looking not at the man beneath him but at the blood on his body. The blood inside his body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands move automatically to Eric's thighs. His gaze is a little bleary as he looks up at the vampire.

"See anything you like?"

[onceaviking]

Eric bares his teeth and growls, a low, hungry sound.

He wants to bite him again. And it is clearly a struggle for him to not just throw himself down and do just that.

"Yes."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head, baring his throat. "Do it."

[onceaviking]

And Eric strikes, breaking the skin next to the freshest wounds.

He is heavy but less cool than normally. The blood has heated him up to the point where his lips are almost as warm as those of a human.

He drags his mouth away from Orpheus' neck after a little while and kisses him violently. His lips and tongue are slick with blood.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, arms looping heavily around Eric's back. He leans up a bit, curious about the taste of blood.

[onceaviking]

One sharp fang tears Orpheus' bottom lip and the fresh blood mixes with the already cooling blood on Eric's lips.

He grinds against Orpheus, hard. Not holding back in the slightest. Not being careful or considerate at all.