A promise fulfilled

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks the door - and locks it behind them once they are inside.

The room looks much as it did the last time, Emcee was there. A framed picture of a moonlit ruin has been added to one of the walls and there is a stack of file folders on the desk as well as a couple of books.

The bed is made and the decanter on the small table seems to have been refilled.

Eric walks inside, the way you do when you own a place, leaving his flip flops by the door, and unzipping his track suit top.

He turns to look at Emcee, his gaze heavy and measuring.

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[i_am_your_host]

It's no pressure at all when Eric Northman gives you permission to please him. No pressure at all.

Fortunately, it's something the Emcee has already fantasized about.

He sits up for a moment, eyeing Eric, sitting regally as if on a throne. A dominating presence without any effort. An ego to stroke.

But when Emcee gets on his hands and knees and crawls across the bed toward him, he is no sycophant, the unwavering look in his eyes clear enough. He slinks up between Eric's legs, bold because Eric lets him be. And he dips his head to kiss the pit of Eric's throat, because it's not as if Emcee takes enough risks being with a vampire.

His lips move lower down his chest, broad and solid. He licks his nipple, teeth lightly scraping over it, as his fingertips sweep over the other. His breath is hot on his skin as he becomes ever more eager to take in every inch of him while he can.

[onceaviking]

Eric watches him, eyes dark and hungry, as he gets on all fours.
Bold.

He likes that.

He really likes that.

He spreads his legs a little, to make more room for Emcee. And for himself. Taking a breath solely to be able to breathe out as Emcee's teeth scrape across his nipple.

[i_am_your_host]

He's sure that vampires can take it just a little bit rough.

He does it again, harder, biting and licking the solid muscle around it as he drags his blunt fingernails down his side, his palm splaying flat on his stomach to feel his every reaction.

[onceaviking]

There's a small twitch in his stomach muscles, as Emcee bites down.
It's not that common an occurrence. Not with humans anyway, and vampire bites are different.
But he finds that he is not opposed to the sensation.

The pleased rumble might be an indication. And the way he shifts in his seat.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes out a low purr against his skin, pleased that he's pleased.

And his lips and teeth move lower and lower down his torso. He traces every ridge of muscle with his tongue, fervently indulgent, taking full advantage of the Chieftain's son's permission.

His fingers dip below the waistband of his pants.

[onceaviking]

"You are taking your sweet time," Eric remarks. And is there the tiniest hint of, not breathlessness of course, but whatever passes for that amongst vampires?

"Not that I am complaining."

[i_am_your_host]

"There is so much of you to enjoy," he murmurs between licks and kisses, indeed breathless. "And I have wanted to do this for a long time."

His nimble, slender fingers slip around his cock.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips twitch a little, with a suppressed smile this time.

Worshipful attention that is really all about your own desires, that he can understand.

Skill helps though. And there are some very skillful fingers demanding his attention.

He is hard. Cool, but not cold.
And responsive.

[i_am_your_host]

He's never felt a harder cock in his hand in his life, and that's saying something.

He touches him lightly at first, getting a feel for him while making it pleasurable at the same time. Then his fingers encircle him more firmly, his strokes attentive and thorough. His hand is soft; not as delicately built as a woman's, but there is a certain grace to his touch that could fool anyone.

Without stopping or faltering in his rhythm, he rises up on his knees and on his free hand. And he raises his head, tilted slightly, his hair falling over one dark, lustful eye. He is close enough for Eric to feel his hot, panting breath on his chin.

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes are closed but he opens them slowly as Emcee increases the pace.
His lips are slightly parted, leaving room for his fangs.

And then they part further. In a moan.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric's moan sends a hot and cold shiver up and down his spine.

He eyes his lips, his fangs. And he is moved enough by his passion to lean in even closer. And he kisses the corner of Eric's mouth, light but lingering, bold but with a measured degree of respect and supplication that has often subtly shaded nearly everything the Emcee has ever done with Eric.

[onceaviking]

And that careful balance is rewarded, when Eric turns his head, just a fraction.
Returning the kiss, however briefly.

His lips are still a little sticky.

[i_am_your_host]

And they taste of Emcee's blood.

With a heated sigh against his jaw, he pulls away, and sinks down onto the mattress.

The moment his hand on Eric's cock stops moving, his lips and tongue take over.

[onceaviking]

Eric purrs and lets one, heavy hand drop down on Emcee's neck.
Encouragingly.

[i_am_your_host]

Whenever Eric puts his hand on his neck, there's always the sense that he can snap it at any time. And it's always thrilling.

That thrill fuels not only his desire to please, but any time Eric lets him do this is a privilege. And he knows he does it well and he knows that Eric likes it. It's good to be able to do something that a vampire approves of.

He takes him into his mouth. Slick, deep, hot. He uses his fingertips at the base of his cock as well, continuing to stroke him there as he begins to bob his head. He comes down so deeply that the long fringe of his hair sweeps over Eric's abdomen. The soft grunts and groans of pleasure reverberate in his throat.

[onceaviking]

Eric groans a little, and moves, just a bit, up and into Emcee's mouth.

This is - this is good.

It's been a long night of strenuous activity. This might not take long.
Not six hours at any rate.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric moves his hips and Emcee replies with a tight swallow and a purring moan.

He knows it doesn't take long. Or at least, it doesn't take long before he tells him to stop.

[onceaviking]

Eric's cock twitches and he tightens his grip on Emcee's shoulder.

[i_am_your_host]

He's just a little bit torn, as he recalls how Eric reacted the last time.

He enjoys making him come because it's something he can do for him, but--


So he continues. But he slows down.

Yet he would do whatever Eric wants him to do.

[onceaviking]

A little while passes.
Then Eric tightens his grip. A little more than strictly needed.

"Stop."

It's not an order. And not a plea. But something distantly related to both.

[i_am_your_host]

He stops.

(Wincing slightly in his grip but it doesn't bother him.)

He lets Eric's cock slip from his mouth without ceremony, and he shifts back onto his knees as he drags his fingers across his wet lips. From under shaded eyelids and behind a fringe of floppy hair, he raises his eyes to Eric's face, coyly deferential.

[onceaviking]

Eric's throat is working and his jaw is clenched.

He breathes.

Once. Twice.

Then he seems to relax. Just a little. He is still hard but the slight tremor, just below his skin, is gone. Willed away.

He still wants to come.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee watches him quietly, still kneeling between Eric's feet.

Then, when the moment of tension passes, he slowly moves forward. Sweeping a hand over Eric's chest and shoulder, he leans in close to murmur, his mouth near his ear,

"You came inside me once. You can come inside me again, if you wish."

A suggestion, an option, an invitation. He won't take it badly if the answer is no.

[onceaviking]

Eric clenches his teeth.

"I want to," he grinds out. "But - no. Not tonight."

the blood is sacred

"No."

His hands are moving down Emcee's body. They are apparently not paying attention to him.
Touching.
Caressing.

"...no."

Running his lips across his cheek. Down the side of his face. Resting his mouth against the pulse beating beneath the skin.

[i_am_your_host]

And he's torn again.

Would Eric get angry for stopping him? Would Eric get angry for not stopping him?

It's not fair.

It's not fair when Eric's lips are on his skin and his hands are on his body, making his breath quicken with desire. It's not fair when Eric can clearly hear his pounding heartbeat and the excited rush of his blood. When he can feel it just under his lips. When he knows he can take it if he wants to.

Emcee's hand comes to rest on Eric's chest. Unsure whether to push away or grasp at him.

A nice uncomplicated dinner? Of course not.