OOM - down by the lake

[onceaviking]

The night is dark.
Eric walks toward the lake at a steady pace, a tall and pale presence in the darkness. He is very quiet, the way you are when you are sure footed. And do not breathe.

Once they reach a small groove, he turns. His eyes are glittering.

"This place is good," he says, quietly.
"We'll be sheltered from people passing by. And I happen to like trees."

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[onceaviking]

Sometimes, all this willingness can make a vampire miss the good old days.
The hunt.

Eric suppresses a sigh and takes another, deep pull. And then he bites down on his right index finger and rubs a drop of blood on Dorian's wrist.

The wounds disappear.

He looks up at him. Lips painted with blood.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian touches his fingers to the predator's lips, then brings them to his own mouth and licks.

"Blood is life," he murmurs.

He wouldn't have needed the healing -- after all, he has a portrait at home, in a secret room, that takes all the damage for him. But he doesn't have to explain, this way.

[onceaviking]

Something flickers in Eric's eyes.

It was something Godric might have said.

But he doesn't say anything. He merely licks his lips and asks, "So - did you like it?"
He doesn't have to ask. He could smell it.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian touches his face again, then puts two fingers in his mouth, sucking meditatively.

"Hmmm," he says, too languid to form more words. What even are words?

Words. They are required for smooth interaction, which leads to pleasure beyond words.

"It was unlike anything I have ever known," he says, pulling himself together. "I liked it very much."

[onceaviking]

One of those. The fetishists.

Eric licks his lips and says, "Maybe you would like to try being bitten there some other time?"
Touching the thin skin just below his jaw. A very light, suggestive touch.

[capture_eternity]

"I might," Dorian murmurs. "Yes. Some other time."

Are more words required now?

"Thank you," he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles. Just a little.

"Anytime," he murmurs and touches that thin skin again, with his cool lips this time.

And then he is gone.

Not vanished in a puff of smoke. Just - gone.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian stays where he is for a long time, savouring the night and the abating sensations, before making his way back inside.-