Eric is fucking terrifying.

Lafayette finds neither the voice to protest nor the strength to stop him-- he's not even sure if he wants to in the first place, even though he's being fucked so hard he might split in two.

(Somewhere in the distance, a car horn is honking, repeatedly, insistently.)

He utters a shout as Eric sinks his fangs into him again.

In a haze of agony, he grasps at his shoulder, still wanting more.