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Jay's room is tidy in a way that only happens when Jay's on his way out of the door about. But it's clear he doesn't want to be.

Jay strips off without waiting. "Straightforward and uncomplicated? Fuck me senseless while drinking from my throat?" He offers, skipping any sort of foreplay. It's them, they don't need it.

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And Eric bites down again, lightening fast and hard.
Whimpering a little.

[runningred]

Jay makes a very similar sound, whimpering and groaning. He cups the back of Eric's head again, fingers sliding into his hair and he urges Eric to drink deeply.

[onceaviking]

And he does, swallowing deeply, as his fingers slowly loosen a little, turning the firm grip into the caress.

[runningred]

The softening of Eric's touch makes him purr, still stoking Eric's hair as he feeds.

[onceaviking]

He drinks and drinks and drinks - and then he stops.
Licking Jay's skin.

[runningred]

Jay can feel his heart slowing down again, can feel just how deeply Eric is drinking. His hand goes still on Eric's back, the energy to move it waning.

[onceaviking]

This time the blood is transferred as a kiss from the start.
Slow and deep and not quite as cold as it was moments before.

[runningred]

Jay returns the kiss with a groan, licking Eric's tongue as he swallows the blood. Fuck, he loves feeling Eric's lips warm. Or at least now so cold as usual.

[onceaviking]

He feels the warmth of the blood spread inside him - and he feels it begin to cool almost immediately.
Making him deepen the kiss, chasing warmth and moisture and -

[runningred]

Jay groans, opening himself to it utterly, letting Eric kiss him as deeply as he wants.

[onceaviking]

The wounds on Eric's tongue closes and he breaks the kiss, moving back and out and away.
Just a little.

[runningred]

Jay sighs and lets Eric pull away. He lays there for a long moment, letting the blood do it's work. He sits up and stretches, "Thanks, I needed that."

Uncomplicated and easy. It's what they both needed.

[onceaviking]

"You should probably talk with someone about that," Eric says, dryly, as he gets up.

Towering and pale and covered in blood spatters.

[runningred]

Jay laughs as he stretches out on the bed, enjoying the pleasant buzz of the blood. "Yeah, the guy I'm seeing for my PTSD has enough trouble with the whole 'been dead, didn't stick' thing. I have a feeling semi-suicidal sexual preferences might be a little too much for him yet."

[onceaviking]

"Probably not," Eric says.

A pause.

"What can they do? About PTSD?"
He may actually be interested.

[runningred]

"Counselling mostly. A fair bit of just being able to talk about the shit in my head that I know isn't right. Some people need drugs but I'm not so fucked up as that."

Says that man covered in drying blood from having been drunk towards the edge twice in one session.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets it slide.

"And that - works?"

He may sound a little sceptical.

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Jay shrugs and gets up, padding towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. "Not sure yet. Work in progress. He, the guy I've been talking to, isn't actually a mask but he's been around the scene enough to understand some of the shit that does with it. That helps." Having someone else who gets the particular brand of shit that comes with the life.

[onceaviking]

"Hmm," Eric says, and then he falls silent, following Jay into the bathroom.

[runningred]

Jay runs the shower, pulling some towels out of the cupboard, assuming Eric wants a shower too.

He runs the shower, trusting Eric to follow him if he wants too.

[onceaviking]

And he does.

Under the spray, he tips his head back and lets the hot water wash the blood on his face away.

[runningred]

Jay washes himself, casually watching Eric as he does. Just because he's been fucked senseless doesn't mean he can't enjoy the view.

[onceaviking]

Eric is thorough, running his huge hands down his naked, chiselled torso.
Slowly.

[runningred]

Jay licks his lips, openly enjoying the sight, even as he washes himself. Somewhat less showy. He has no reason to show off. After all, Eric's more interested in the inside of him, pumping through his veins.

[onceaviking]

And that is exactly what Eric is listening to.

Lips slightly parted.