OOM of sorts. The Garage. Dinner time.

[onceaviking]

{from here}

He glances up and pockets his phone again, walking over to the bench. Letting a hand drop on Jay's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

Letting his fangs drop.

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[runningred]

Jay falls heavily against the bench, his groan only adding to his breathlessness. He lifts one knee, stroking it against Eric's thigh as he widens his stance. He is open, vulnerable, his head falling back as Eric's explores his chest.

Fuck! This is exactly what he didn't want - to loss control, to be so easily and completely overpowered but between Eric's blood and his own fatalistic lust, he's damned. He bites his lip, hard enough to make it bled just to stop himself from begging for more.

[onceaviking]

And Eric is back at his mouth, licking the blood from Jay's bitten lip, rubbing against him.
Breathing very deliberately close to his ear.
Heavily.

Casting a quick glance at Pam. Just to see if she is taking notes. Glamouring is not the only way to get people under your spell after all.

His plan is to wait with the warning about not running your mouth till they get to the pillow talk. That way it ought to make more of an impression.

He presses his cool lips to Jay's neck. It's an almost chaste kiss compared with the hungry licking he just engaged in.

Gentle.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Oh, now she gets what he's doing.

She could never be this patient and thorough, though. At least, not with a human she didn't care to keep around.

She continues to watch, fixated on her Maker, running the tip of her tongue over the backs of her fangs.

[runningred]

Jay whimpers again, reaching up to cup the back of Eric's head. "Fuck, Eric!" He breathes, rocking against him. The mix of hard and gentle is only fucking with him further, making him confused about what he wants right now. Except for more

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches down between them, giving Jay a quick squeeze, before unfastening his own jeans. Then he moves back so he can get rid of Jay's.
Quickly.

He growls again and then he is back on top of Jay. Heavy and cold and hard.

[lazy_but_loyal]

It's like watching porn. Her own personal live porn.

She'd consider herself the luckiest girl in the world except she would like a girl to nibble on right now to take the edge off. Jay is a pretty boy, eager and submissive, and she can see what Eric wants him around for. But he's Eric's toy, and she wouldn't want to ruin him.

[runningred]

Jay whimpers, painfully hard and hurting. He looks away from Pam as Eric strips him. He hates himself for this, for showing this weakness in front of Pam.

Eric's growl makes him mew and whimper like the slut he is, wrapping his legs around Eric. "Please?"

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches down between them again, this time to guide himself inside.

Slowly.

And then he starts moving, taking hold of Jay's hip with one large, cold hand.

Taking note of the way Jay turns his head away from Pam. And giving her a small wink as he says, "Jay? Do you want Pam to stay and watch?"

Letting him feel he gets to decide if she can stay. Taking care of him.

As he asks, he runs his free hand down Jay's side. Caressingly.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam can't help a wry smile.

Just like old times.

She licks some of the last traces of Jay's blood from her lips, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart."

She could be addressing Jay. Or Eric. It's not quite clear.

[runningred]

Jay's shaking, feeling Eric fill him slowly. Touching him almost lovingly. Gods, he can convince himself it's just sex most of the time but this care and gentleness is killing him.

It's a trap and Jay knows it. Either way, he's screwed. "Would you please leave us, Pam?" His voice shaking. "Perhaps another time?"

[onceaviking]

"Of course , she will," Eric replies, smoothly.
"I will see you later, Pam. Don't get into too much trouble."

Giving her a small, fanged smile.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She heeds only Eric.

And she retracts her fangs.

"I need your room key. Don't worry, I'll get it."

And she nonchalantly ambles over to Eric's side, bends down to root around in his jeans pocket, and pulls it out. She twirls the keyring around on her finger.

"I promise I won't trash the place."

She gives Eric her most endearing smile before turning on her heel and walking away with a swing in her hips.

[runningred]

Jay lays as still under Eric as he can, his body betrays him will little shivers of desire and fear.

He knows somehow that tonight has put him in a dangerous position but that could be the high of Eric's blood talking. All he knows it that he isn't thinking straight any more. And how can he with Eric deep inside him, pinning him to the bench.

[onceaviking]

"You better not," he calls after her. And then he turns his attention back to Jay, murmuring, "Just the two of us now," as he begins to move again.

"Relax." His voice is soothing.

[runningred]

Jay breathes out slowly, trying to centre himself. He clenches around Eric, trying to focus on the physical of Eric's touch and not the emotional mess it's made of him.

[onceaviking]

"Much better," Eric says as he picks up his pace a little.
"Much. Better." Underscoring each word with a deeper thrust.

[runningred]

It's easier to find the right headspace with Pam gone. He's still a whore but now it's simpler. Pleasure, sensation, need. When he opens his eyes, they're clearer, in the moment.

[onceaviking]

And Eric's eyes are closed, his face smooth and focused.

The fangs are visible, resting against his lower lip, his upper lip slightly pulled back to give them room.

His fingers are digging into Jay's skin.

[runningred]

Jay can feel bruises form and heal again under Eric's fingers, making him moan as he arches up into the thrusts. He lets his eyes slips closed too, letting whatever unbalance has thrown him out so badly wash away with the feeling of being fucked deep and hard.

[onceaviking]

He won't bite him. Not tonight when Pam has already fed from him.
He just fucks him.

And then he reaches between them again and strokes Jay's cock with cool, hard fingers.

[runningred]

Jay groans, letting the hardness of Eric's body, hands, cock, drive him to the edge. It's a physical inevitability. There's no way to not fall terribly and forcibly over the edge. He comes almost silently, his whole body spasming with the brutal power of it.

He falls back limply, his breathing rough and hard, his heart pounding.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls out, slowly, and sits back, looking down at Jay, one cool hand resting lightly on Jay's abdomen.

Stroking his skin.

Listening to his pulse.

It makes his fangs ache.

[runningred]

His pulse is strong and steady. Eric's blood, regardless of whatever else it might have done, has replenished the loss from Pam's feeding.

He leans into the touch a little, getting his heart and breathing slow down before opening his eyes and looking up at Eric. The fangs make him tempted to turn his head and expose his neck. It seems strange for Eric not to have bitten him.

But he doesn't, trusting that Eric has his reasons.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches up and caresses the side of his neck with his fingertips, running them in ever smaller circles on Jay's hot skin.

"I have to tell you something," he says, voice low and confidential. "Something important. Caught your breath enough for that?"

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[onceaviking]

{ooc: and Pam's up}