Outside

[onceaviking]

 The air is cool but it does little to calm him.

He has never been this close to a fairy. Not one like this. He can tell that he is in over his head, but he couldn't care less. He can smell the fairy's blood and it overpowers everything else around him, until it is the only thing he can focus on.

He pulls on the fairy's arm as he moves toward the sheltering trees. When he looks back at him, his fangs have dropped. White and gleaming. 

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[onceaviking]

Eric's answering 'yes' looks and sounds like a snarl.

He reaches up to grab Finn's shoulders, to pull him down. His hands still feel like they are not really a part of him

And he is burning up. Frenzied.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra grins a feral grin and bites Eric's tongue while he kisses him, harsh and unforgiving, but erotic. The fresh blood that drips from their mouths only serves to make them dirtier, looking like they're trying to kill each other rather than kiss.

He isn't gentle as he gropes for Eric's hips, and drags his sharp fingernails over the skin as he pulls one thigh near to his waist. He doesn't ask what position the vampire favors, or even what role, long fingers finding the soft forbidden spot to push against.

[onceaviking]

The tongue-biting clearly excites him, making his press his mouth even harder against Finn's.

The rest he seems less pleased with, snarling and trying to twist away. Not with much success.

[sidhe_king]

That gets the sidhe to laugh. "Shall I be gentle with you, north-man?" he teases, fingers lightening their pressure but not moving. "Or will you throw me off before I master you?"

[onceaviking]

Eric growls, "I do not subject," but he stops struggling. and lies panting, his eyes huge and wild and dark.

[sidhe_king]

"Do you not?" he asks, moving his hands up to Eric's waist as he shifts positions and slides the tall blonde closer, pulling at his hips. "Perhaps you should. I shan't hurt you," Finn murmurs, meaning the words despite his bloody and wild appearance.

[onceaviking]

"No." Another snarl.

"Only for - " And then he presses his lips together and turns his face away.

His fangs are still visible. And he is not trying to move away.

[sidhe_king]

"Only for what?" he presses, reaching up and turning Eric's face with strong fingers under his jaw. "Or whom?"

[onceaviking]

"None of your business, fairy," he snarls and this time there is real heat behind it.

His skin is beginning to itch. And he does not like being trapped.

[sidhe_king]

There is a long, long stretch of silence while Finvarra watches Eric with a midnight-blue predatory gaze; and then he moves.

"Come here, vampire." It's not a request, that much is obvious by his tone, but he stays his ground--no longer touching Eric--until the blonde moves. "And I will submit."

[onceaviking]

And Eric moves, not quite lightening quick, but close, pressing his full length against Finn.

His bad move seems to have evaporated now he has his full range of movement and he kisses Finn violently.

[sidhe_king]

It doesn't exactly take the sidhe by surprise, but he grins and nips at Eric's mouth with a flash of teeth as he's overtaken.

[onceaviking]

Eric nuzzles him and licks Finn's lips.
He wants to bite him.

Instead he grinds against him, grabbing hold of Finn's thighs.

The finer points of lovemaking have never really made an impression on him.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra can't say he minds much; the finer points of lovemaking have never done much to him either.

"Now you come alive," he laughs.

[onceaviking]

Eric grins down at him. "Yes. You can feel the life here?"

And he rolls his hips, pushing against Finn.

[sidhe_king]

That long blonde hair is terribly fascinating for Finvarra, who reaches up to grab it and twist his fingers through it to hold Eric down to him. "Oh yes," he says laughingly. "Come closer."

[onceaviking]

Eric complies, burying himself in Finn as he lies down on top of him. He is warmer than he'd normally be, due to the fairy blood. And heavy.

Then he starts moving. Slow at first.

[sidhe_king]

He gets a shrill cry when he pushes himself in so fast, the words from Finvarra's mouth seeming vicious as he hisses them out, even if their meaning is much milder.

The warmth isn't lost on the sidhe king, though, knowing it's his own blood that changes the vampire so. He can almost smell the difference in him from before to now.

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes are still are little unfocused as he looks down at the fairy.

The scent of him, of his blood is distracting him, but he tries to keep his attention on the places where their bodies meet.

Speeding up a bit.

Vampire speed isn't just about running.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra is no human, and so he can adjust to the superhuman speed just fine, though he paints quite a picture laid on his back, limbs all disarranged and bloody from mouth to nearly his navel. His tongue licks at his teeth, swipe by swipe cleaning the blood off their points as he stares up at Eric.

"More," he whispers, halfway a command and half not.

[onceaviking]

And Eric complies, leaning down to lick at Finn's chest and mouth and cheeks, as he keeps pounding into him.

His fangs are aching again. And as he is getting closer to release, he can feel his resolve to not bite Finn again dissolve.

Just one more time.




(ooc: bedtime for me)

[sidhe_king]

Eric's heavy--too heavy to easily push away--and he feels that mouth close about his neck, teeth breaking skin. Finvarra can feel his blood draining, like that burn from a winter sun.

"Stop--enough," he murmurs, barely audible.

[onceaviking]

Another swallow and Eric finds himself slipping from Finn.

Falling. Falling up?

He tightens his hold and ends up next to the fairy, one leg slung across him and his own neck pressed close to the fairy's face. That he may bit him again if he wants to. Or needs to.

For someone who would laugh at the suggestion of cuddling, he does seem to be doing it right now, eyes half-closed and wet, red mouth slack.

He strokes one large hand down Finn's sticky chest.

"Pretty, pretty fairy. Lovely, pretty fairy." His words are slurred again and end on a breathy chuckle as he tries to catch Finn's mouth with his.

[sidhe_king]

Finn's breath comes rapidly; through halfhearted laughs at Eric's behavior, he draws absent designs with his fingertips in the blood around Eric's mouth until the vampire tries to catch him again.

"Are you not sated yet, vampire?" Finn asks, looking less and less human, not having the strength left to hold the facade of being mortal and having less inclination to try; he licks the neck so conveniently presented to him, tongue-tip delicate but insistent before he bites down again, hard.

[onceaviking]

Eric shudders and moans, pure, undiluted lust. And the bite achieves what simple friction did not.

He comes, violently, spattering blood on himself. Vampires produce no fluids themselves.

The smell of blood grows even stronger.