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"That sounds good," Eric says, suddenly very, very close.

Looming.

His fangs are down already, but he is still dressed.

The sound that comes out of Jay is something between a gasp and a moan, and his heart races. "Fuck me! You freak me out every time." He sounds very pleased about it.

Eric rumbles in reply and dips his head to press cold, cold lips to the hot skin just beneath Jay's ear.

He's warm.

That one is unmistakably a moan and a shiver shoots down Jay's spine. He rests his hands on Eric's hips, as much to keep his balance as anything else.

Eric lets his fangs scrape along the same patch of skin.

Slowly.

There's absolutely no doubt the word that drips of Jay's tongue is anything but a curse, even if I does sound like a moan.

He clings to Eric, his knees shaking a little in his effort to stay still as Eric scores his skin.

Eric tangles his fingers in Jay's hair and tilts his head, so he can repeat the movement on the other side of his neck.

The curses get less articulate and the arousal in his scent louder. Naked, there's no way to hide the fact his hard as iron but being Jay, he's not even going to try.

Eric presses close and bites down, hard, tightening his hold on him.
Keeping him in place.

Jay jerks with the harsh pain, feeling it shift into the range of pleasure almost at once. His grip on Eric's waist tightens, even if he's at no risk of falling, not the way Eric's holding him.

Eric growls against his skin as his mouth pulls on him relentlessly.
He is hungry.

And Jay is horny. Not that he can do much about it right now. Not the way Eric's got him but its pretty evident from the way he's whimpering.

Eric starts walking Jay backwards toward the bed, still growling.

Choices? Jay doesn't have them and isn't interested in them right now. He's after simple and easy too. He shivers and grins at the growl, his cock twitching.

Eric lets go of him as he pushes him down on the bed, licking his lips and fangs.
Then he pops his jeans open. Towering over Jay.

There is no way for Jay not to enjoy that sight, falling back on his elbows and spreading his legs like the slut he is. Blood drips slowly down his chest as he licks his own lips.

Eric strips, licking his lips again. His eyes are heavy on the blood dripping down on Jay's skin.

Jay reaches down to grip the base of his own cock, mostly to keep it from twitching at the sight of that chiselled body.

Eric climbs on top of him, heavy and cold and firm.
His upper lip is twitching. Just a little.

There is no way Jay can deal with that without rubbing himself against that marble hard skin, tingling with cold against his blood hot cock. He groans loudly, spreading his legs still further.

Eric purrs and dips his head to bite down on the other side of Jay's neck, breaking fresh skin.

Jay arches up as much as he can under Eric's marble bulk. He wraps a leg around Eric's hip, pushing against him.

Eric can take a hint when he wants to.
And it seems like he wants to - pressing against Jay.
Pushing into him.
Smooth and cold and hard.

Jay moans deep and low, his voice breaking a little with the pleasure of it. Oh fuck, that feels good!

He flexes and clenched, trying to get Eric as deep as he can.

He starts moving. Slowly.
Swallowing wetly as Jay's blood fills his mouth.