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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[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.

[runningred]

Each thrust forces the air out of Jay's lungs with a lustful groan, highlighting his humanity. Part of him loves the fact he can take this, loves the fact Eric's powerful hard body is exactly what he wants right now. Any other time and he might have begged for more, for harder but tonight he's riding the high.

[onceaviking]

And Eric looses himself completely in the movements and the taste of Jay's blood, eyes half-closed, face almost relaxed.

[runningred]

Jay eases into the feeling - Eric's deep, steady thrusts. He could go on like this for hours and Jay would be happy to let him. A couple of times he feels himself inching closer to climax but he forces himself back. He wants this to last.

[onceaviking]

It'd been late when they'd met up.
And Eric's meditative state is gradually being disturbed by the sensations of the sun approaching, felt deep in his bones, in his blood.

He blinks a couple of times and looks down at Jay.

[runningred]

Jay frowns when Eric stops - eyes hazy with blood loss but not dangerously so. He looks questioningly at him, waiting for Eric to let him know what's up.

[onceaviking]

"Dawn is coming," he says. He sounds tired already.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head and raises his voice. "Security Protocol Viking. Activate." Solid metal shutters lower over the window and lock down, making the room light tight.

But it doesn't oblige Eric to stay if he doesn't want to. Just makes it a little easier for him.

[onceaviking]

There is the briefest moment where Eric tenses - and then he relaxes as the shutters come down. Looking down at Jay with a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously?"
Focusing on the name because - focusing on the name.

[runningred]

Jay shrugs, sheepishly. Or as sheepishly as one can shrugs with Eric inside him. "I was test running a prototype for your place. I needed a vocal command I wasn't likely to accidental moan."

[onceaviking]

"Yes, I can see how 'fuck me harder' wouldn't work for you," Eric says. And gyrates a little.

[runningred]

Jay moans and curses. And laughs and clenches. " Hey, I've managed not to beg so far. That's got to be damn near a record for me."

[onceaviking]

Eric's upper lip twitches.
"I could still make you," he says.

Smiling a little.

Then he slowly slides almost, almost all the way out - and back in again. As he reaches down to curl his long a trying fingers around Jay's cock.

[runningred]

Jay swears again, richly and hotly. He arches into the touch, heart racing with need. "You know, oh fuck! I do believe you could. If you wanted to. But I'm pretty sure the fact my heart's still beating is a blatant invitation to fuck me harder." He laughs and moans again, trying to keep things light.

[onceaviking]

Eric rumbles in reply and then he slides the fingers of his free hand into Jay's hair, pulling his head back sharply.

"This is how I used to do. Sometimes. If I was feeling nice," he murmurs, his cool breath tickling Jay's ear.

[runningred]

Jay whimpers warmly, his cock jumping on Eric's hand. Fuck, if the hair pull doesn't push his buttons. "And are you, oh gods, feeling nice now? Because that feels-" he breaks off with a breathless moan.