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Jay's room looks auspiciously like he hasn't been up here for at least a week, sleeping in the RV in the garage. He looks longingly at his bed. "Shower first?" He's been washing in garage too but nothing beats his shower here.

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"Fuck!" All the air goes out of Jay in a rush. Damn Eric and his vampire speed. A surge of desire rushes through him, thrown into sharp relief by that masochistic streak he has issues with.

"Still not sure you're up for it?" Eric murmurs in his ear - and then he lets his fangs down.
Right next to Jay's ear.

"You are a complete bastard, you know that right?" Jay moans, more than half way to being entirely up.

"Mmmmm," Eric purrs before running his fangs along Jay's neck.
"I know."

And he likes being just like that.

Jay swears again, bearing his throat and pushing against the pin point tips of Eric's fangs, just to feel them scratch and scrape.

Eric tightens his grip - and then he bites down
Hard.

Keeping Jay in place, placing his free hand on Jay's abdomen.

Jay's vocabulary has been reduced to expletives at this point. Fatigue may add and interesting flavour to his blood, along with the usual healthy doze of lust. He pressing into the hand on his abs, willing it lower.

It takes more than will to move a vampire.
Eric's cold hand stays in place while his tongue does obscene things to the edges of the bite wounds on Jay's neck.

Noises coming out of Jay are no less obscene.

Damn it! If Eric won't touch him, he'll damn well touch himself. Unless Eric plans to stop him.

Eric is a modern capitalist and believes in the free initiative.
You go right ahead, Jay.

He swallows wetly and growls against Jay's already sticky skin.

Jay groans and cups himself, gripping the base of his cock to keep himself under control.

That growl isn't helping!

The pull of Eric's mouth is harsh and relentless. But the hand on Jay's neck loosens its grip and ends up stroking Jay's face.
Gently.

Jay whimpers softly, turning his face just enough to kiss Eric's palm, muffling himself slightly.

Eric presses a leg between Jay's thighs, moving close.
He's hard.

His cold fingertips move along Jay's cheekbone, and down the ridge of his jaw.

Jay groans roughly. "Fuck me. Please?" He's past the point of being ashamed to be begging.

Eric grabs hold of Jay's hip and penetrates him, as he growls right next to his ear.
His mouth is dripping wet and when he bites Jay again, small spatters of blood hit the wet tiles.

It's hard to know which sensation is strongest, which penetration. And frankly, he doesn't care any more. The splash of blood just adds to it all. He reaches for Eric, not so much clinging as just holding on. It's not like Eric need help holding him up.

Eric moves with sharp, hard thrusts, drinking, drinking, and then pausing the feeding briefly.
Just to savor the taste.

Jay rides the thrusts, not at all shy about enjoying being fucked hard.

Eric snarls and bites him again.
Hard.

Eagerly.

Jay swears and clenches, giving something between a groan and a laugh. This shouldn't feel half as good as it does.

Eric groans something unintelligible and increases his pace.

Jay likes Eric unintelligible. He like Eric hot and needy. He like Eric wild. He clenches again and pushes back, bearing his neck again.

It seems to be working.

Almost too well perhaps.

Jay trusts Eric's control. Possibly more that he should. He buries his face in Eric's shoulder, letting the blood run down both their chests.