Oh look, Eric's back

[runningred]

Jay leads Eric up to his room, shedding his shirt. No point getting it bloody.

He nods towards his bed, somewhat unintentionally showing off his neck and the dark red mark there. "Take what you need. Just don't drop me all the way."

He's not bothering to make any gesture of this being personal or anything more than blood.

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[onceaviking]

Eric seems somewhat fixated by that dark, red mark, as he steps closer, unzipping his track suit jacket. He is naked underneath.

Letting his fangs drop.

He reaches over and touches the mark with a cold finger. Then he slides his fingers up and into Jay's hair, pulling him close.

[runningred]

Jay holds himself still, letting Eric touch, letting Eric dictate the speed. He needs this and Jay's happy to let him take it.

The mark is hot and fresh, perhaps a day or two old and still wonderfully tender to the touch.

[onceaviking]

And he touches a lot. Running his fingers through Jay's hair, leaning in to kiss his face, his lips.

[runningred]

The gentleness is a surprise but one Jay is more than happy to roll with. He returns the kisses with a soft moan, just enjoying them.

[onceaviking]

And then Eric pushes him towards the bed, down in the bed, and climbs on top of him, running the tips of his fangs along the side of his neck.

He is hungry.

[runningred]

Jay offers a moment of token resistance but he spread his legs to accommodate Eric's weight, hard through his jeans.

The ivory sharp graze over his already sensitive skin makes him shudder, his breathing quick. He brings a hand up to cup the back of Eric's head, arching into their razor points. He pushed against them, wanting to impale himself on Eric's fangs.

[onceaviking]

He shudders and then he bites down, hard, suppressing a moan.

This is good.
Easy.

He doesn't have to think.

He doesn't have to feel.

[runningred]

Jay holds him and lets it happen, lets Eric take him. He closes his eyes and listens to the sound of the blood pumping into Eric's mouth.

He wants this to be easy, he knows Eric needs simplicity right now.

[onceaviking]

He is hungry.
And he craves closeness. Warmth. A beating heart beneath him.

[runningred]

Jay strokes his hair, arching against him. He's hot and hard doesn't make any move to beg for more. He holds Eric, without asking for anything in return.

[onceaviking]

He could go on. But he doesn't. Instead he swallows one last time, before biting his tongue and licking the wounds closed.

Gentle.

He stays in place as he does so, heavy on top of Jay.

[runningred]

Jay holds him, turning to kiss him slowly. The taste of blood on Eric's lips doesn't bother him.

There's lust there but it's distant, muted. The kiss more warmth, friendship, affection.

[onceaviking]

Eric returns the kiss briefly.
Then he reaches down to unfasten Jay's jeans.

Another thing that doesn't require thought.

[runningred]

Being fucked would be a bonus tonight but still, Jay isn't pressing. He slides his jeans off, commando underneath and spreads his legs just a little wider. With that same offering tilt of his hips he uses to offer up his throat.

[onceaviking]

Eric pushes his track suit bottoms out of the way.

Rubbing his face against Jay's collarbone.

[runningred]

Jay presses against him, sighing softly with the pleasure of contact. Eric's marble cold skin against his is chilling and wonderful. He closes his eyes, focusing just on the sensation as he kisses Eric again.

[onceaviking]

And then one of Eric's hands move up and turns Jay's face, while the other is slid down between them.
Positioning Jay. Positioning himself.

It seems like they are going to be doing everything tonight.
Apart from talk perhaps.

[runningred]

Nope, talking is off the table right now. Jay enjoys the feeling of being placed, bring used, being taken. He runs his hands over Eric's skin and hair, his breathing and heart quick.

[onceaviking]

And Eric bites down, right where Jay is already marked.
Not penetrating him just yet.

[runningred]

Jay swears hotly, pressing against Eric with urgency. The feeling of Eric's cold lips and his heavy body is transposed with the memory of Emcee's heat and lankiness, the night that mark was put there.

He whimpers, unable to keep his hips still.

[onceaviking]

And Eric presses against him, into him, as he closes his eyes and drinks.

[runningred]

Jay groans, and moans and sighs, and makes all the honest, involuntary sounds of human pleasure. It's just sex, just blood, just trust. Just Jay and Eric. No thoughts of death or revenge, just this.

If only it could always be this simple.

[onceaviking]

He penetrates him slowly, letting himself be filled with, enveloped by human warmth. Living warmth. The warmth of blood and flesh.

Moaning a little.

[runningred]

A moan Jay encourages, stroking Eric's hair and pressing up into both penetrations. Fuck, this feels good. Just simple and right, regardless of what's going on in Eric's head.

[onceaviking]

As little as possible is what is going on.

He doesn't want to think. At all. About anything.
This is good for that.

He begins to fuck Jay in earnest, with hard, shallow thrusts.