Outside with Eric

[runningred]

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Jay walks till he reaches a stand of trees, private enough to be screened from the bar and veranda but has a good view of the clear night's sky. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on a low branch. He rolls up his sleeve and offering it to Eric, knowing the vampire is only a few steps behind him.

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[onceaviking]

He bites down. Carefully.

The human wrist is a fragile thing. And sensitive.

[runningred]

Jay groans, caught between pain and the pleasure triggers built into his own messed-up masochism. He keeps still, his feet planted as he focuses on his breathing.

A little chuckle bubbles up as he remembers being on his knees in front of Eric's throne at Fangtasia.

[onceaviking]

Eric keeps drinking but he looks up at Jay's face, one eyebrow raised.
Questioningly.

[runningred]

"Sorry." Jay manages not to moan the word. "I was just remembering that time in Fangtasia."

[onceaviking]

Eric purrs against Jay's skin, his lips pulling on he wound.

That had been a nice evening.

[runningred]

The pull makes Jay buckles a little, having to widen his stance to steady himself. "Clearly you enjoyed it too?"

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his mouth away and looks up at Jay.

His mouth is red and dripping.

"Oh yes," he says. "It was a good evening. "

[runningred]

Jay groans. That should not be a turn on. There is something very fucking wrong with him for finding Eric more attractive covered in Jay's blood.

[onceaviking]

There likely is.
Not that Eric is about to complain.

His smile is wet and fanged.
"You smell nice. All hot and bothered. "

[runningred]

Jay chuckles breathlessly. "Yeah, you've got a knack for doing that to me."

Without thinking, he rubs a thumb over the curve of Eric's cheek, catching a drip of blood as it escapes and brings it to his own lips.

[onceaviking]

"It certainly seems like it," Eric agrees, licking his lips and fangs.

[runningred]

Jay licks his own thumb clean. He shouldn't associate the taste of blood and iron with sex but... Yeah, too late for that. "You seem pretty hot yourself." Bothered too, maybe a little.

There's something about goading a predator into pouncing that gets the blood flowing... all down his fingertips...

[onceaviking]

Eric gives him a small, bloody grin. All sharp fangs and devil may care attitude.

And then Jay is gripped as the earth disappears beneath them both as Eric hurls into the air, up among the branches of the nearest tree.

As he settles down on a branch, he tells Jay, "Keep still. Or you might fall."
Still grinning a little.

[runningred]

Jay nods and steadies himself on the branch. He's pretty good at high places, even a little low on blood.

He knows this means Eric will have all the leverage up here and he's good with that, waiting for Eric to decide what happens next.

[onceaviking]

Eric sets about getting rid of clothes. Jeans gets unbuttoned or unzipped and pushed down, tops get pushed up a little (warm skin).

Then he leans in and run his cool lips down Jay's neck. His large hands still resting on his midsection.
(Warm, warm skin).

[runningred]

Jay is happy to help get clothes out of the way, balancing comfortably on the branch.

The warmth of his skin is augmented by the flush or arousal that covers him. He bares his neck instinctively.

[onceaviking]

He bites down.
Hard.

Growling as he does so. Pushing close.

[runningred]

Jay moans and widens his stance, holding tight to Eric to steady himself.

[onceaviking]

One large hand moves down his side and grabs hold of Jay's thigh. Lifting it.
Getting the angle right.

[runningred]

Jay opens himself to Eric, to whatever Eric wants. He enjoys the way Eric and move him around and is happy to go with it. Especially if it means being fucked hard and rough as only Eric can.