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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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[runningred]

Again with the things that shouldn't be a turn on. And are.

Eric might be right about Jay needing help.

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Eric slams Jay up against the wet tiles and drinks, sliding up against him, all wet and cool and solid.

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It's enough to rattle Jay's teeth and make his head spin, groping wildly to touch whatever bits of Eric he can touch. Warm, wet skin presses and grinds against Eric's hardness - half squirming, half humping.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks deeply, growling and snarling against Jay's wet and hot and bloody skin.
And then he presses against him - and into him.

[runningred]

Jay just about climbs Eric to get the angle right as Eric enters him. This might be a bad idea but when was the last time that mattered, to either of them.

[onceaviking]

Eric digs his fingers into Jay's body and fucks him, his mouth still pressed against jay's hot skin.

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It's funny how Jay had gotten use to judging how much Eric's blood is affecting him by how fast he can feel bruises heal.

No, actually that's kinda concerning. Let's not think about that. Ever.

Let's just enjoying being fucked senseless against the bathroom wall.

[onceaviking]

Eric certainly delivers on that front.

He does shift his hold on Jay, so his fingers come between Jay's mouth and the tiles.
Broken teeth are not something vampire blood can heal.

[runningred]

The consideration is appreciated. Especially seeing the strength in his arms is going.

But he does suck one of those marble fingers into his mouth, groaning around it. Its possible the third time is going to ruin him but it's too late to care about that now.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small, eager sound and increases his pace.

[runningred]

Feed that oral fetish why don't you, Eric. Jay sucks harder, moans louder and clenches tighter. He wants to feel Eric lose control as bad as he wants it himself.

[onceaviking]

Jay might - haven't really thought this through.

But it seems to work. Eric is getting louder. And he is moving faster.
And faster.

[runningred]

That would be assuming Jay thought any of this through. Which is pretty clearly not the case. If he did, he won't be here.

Or moaning like a whore as Eric fucks him.

Or pushing back as much as he can against Eric's thrusts.

Or baring his neck again.

Or wanting Eric to cum.

[onceaviking]

Eric tears into his neck again, as he digs his fingers into his skin and muscles.

He is this close to letting go completely.
This close.

But he doesn't. Not completely.
He does take Jay in a way he hasn't done before.

Because he's tired of having to be careful.

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Jay feels flesh tear, skin rip and blood fill the air.

But in the grips of his third orgasm tonight, he doesn't care.

Hopefully Eric has blood ready for him 'cause he's pretty close to the edge of collapse after this.

[onceaviking]

And Jay is not the only one coming.

Cool, thick blood is suddenly oozing down Jay's inner things as Eric pulls away.
Letting go.

[runningred]

Jay groans and all but collapses. Out of blood, out of energy and utterly fucked out.

[onceaviking]

Should he actually slip down, his fall will likely be broken by a large hand.

Coincidentally.

Eric licks his fangs and sticks his head on the still steaming water spray.
Not looking at Jay.

[runningred]

Jay's good with that.Or with being gently dropped down the tiles. Not like he's got the energy to protest. Or enjoy the view.

[onceaviking]

And then there's a puddle of Jay on the bathroom tiles.

Eric runs a hand over his face to get the water out of his eyes and crouches down next to him.

Hmm.

"Jay?"

[runningred]

Jay makes a soft squelchy sound that might have been an affirmative and might have just been a groan.

[onceaviking]

Eric sighs.

"Can you sit up?"

[runningred]

Jay attempts it...

With limited success.

Okay, this might be bad.

[onceaviking]

Another sigh.

Eric bites down on his own tongue and locks lips with Jay, grabbing firmly hold of his hair as well. To make sure that he doesn't end up as a Jay shaped puddle again, and to make sure that he stops drinking when Eric wants him to.

He really should have known better.
Well, fuck that.

[runningred]

Jay's good with whatever Eric is willing to give him. After all, what choice does he have?

After a bit, and the blood starting in him, he starts kissing back.