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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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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.

They're standing - and then they're down on the wet tiles and Eric is biting Jay's shoulder, his collarbone, his upper arm ...

Fucking him.

Jay is never going to get over that suddenness of Eric's, the immediacy of change when Eric decides to move.

He groans as hits the tiles, jerking with each new bite as much as the thrusts. He must be getting low by now, judging by the number of places he's leaking from but he doesn't care, doesn't want to care. Not while Eric's fucking him hard.

He should stop.

He will.

In a bit.

Jay is past the point of caring and well into the going along for the ride stage of maybe having lost a bit of blood.

Eric makes a low, drawn out noise - and then he bites down on his own tongue before licking the wounds closed. Stilling his movements.

Kissing Jay.

Jay kisses back, sucking on Eric's tongue for the few drops of blood needed to needed to kick start the healing enough for them to keep going.

Eric picks up his pace up again.
Tangling his fingers in Jay's hair so he can pull it back sharply.
And bite him again.

Jay shouts sharply, wrapping himself around Eric as he's bitten again. "Oh fuck, yes!"