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

You asked for it, Jay.
Eric bites him again and again, as he fucks him into the floor.

Yeah, Jay may regret that tomorrow but for now, he enjoying the high. And the feeing of being fucked into the tiles.

Hard as a rock, he doesn't even notice that he's cumming hard.

Eric does as the hormones flood Jay's bloodstream.

He keens and presses closer.

Jay keens roughly, running his hands over Eric's back and through his hair. He can feel the strength returning to his body and flowing into Eric's mouth just as fast.

The hair touching seems to be appreciated as there is more bloody kissing.

This time, the blood is mostly Jay's own.

Jay could care, but he's too busy kissing back hungrily, riding the hunt for another high.

Eric's fang catches on the inside of Jay's lip, tearing it -
And then there's a crunch and cool blood starts oozing from Eric's tongue.

Just a little.

That'll be fine.

Probably.

It'll do. Just enough to keep Jay going a few minutes more.

He pulls back and grins, blood streaked down his chin before leaning in to bite Eric's throat with blunt, broad teeth.

He wants to get Eric off too!

Eric makes a small, choked sound.
And increases his pace.

Good thing about the vampire blood,

Jay growls and bites again, as hard as he can without breaking his teeth.

Eric can heal the damage later.

This time the sound Eric makes is high pitched and he slams so hard into Jay that he might want to take care that his head doesn't hit the floor too hard.

He keeps it up for a minute or so and then he stiffens and comes.

As he looms over Jay, eyes closed, face bloody, the sounds he makes are not even remotely human anymore.

Jay groans, seeing stars a little as his head bounces off the tiles. Lucky he's got a thick skull. And a solid pelvis.

Dazed and well used, he manages to lift one hand enough to stroke Eric's hair.

Eric shudders and then he is gone, retreating a few feet away , to rest against the wall.

Every part of his body is spattered or stained with blood.

Okay... In that case, Jay is just going to lay here for a sec and recovery.

'Cause now that the endorphin tide is ebbing...

Ouch!

Yeah, lets just chill out here and let the blood do it's thing.

Eric is running his (bloody) hands through his (equally bloody) hair, as his lips twitches a little.

His fangs are still down.

There isn't much of Jay that isn't equally bloody, even as the last of the blood healing closes the wounds.

Sprawled out on the tiles and surrounding by red tinted water, he looks like something out of a slasher movie. Except for the sated smile.

Eric leans against the wall, semi-casually, and asks, "You okay?"

His voice sounds a little strained. Just a little.
He's fine.

"Nothing I'll regret tomorrow." Jay lets his head fall to one side to look at him, still with that satisfied grin. "You?" He wouldn't normally ask but Eric sounds off.

"I'm fine," Eric says. Automatically.

And then, uncharacteristically honest, " I want to tear you apart.."
A pause.
"It'll pass."

Jay raises an eyebrow at the candour, unsure whether to be flattered or terrified.

Might be easier if the scent of blood is reduced. Jay marages to sit up just enough to turn the water back on, washing some of the blood away.

Good thinking, Jay.

Eric starts to wash as well, paying particular attention to his hair.

Its a good few minutes before Jay can actually pull himself up off the floor. Until then he's content to just chill out a bit.

When he finally does, he reaches for the soap, masking the scent of blood.

"Anything that hasn't healed up?" Eric asks, still keeping his distance.

He stretches and shifts, feeling a few bruises. "Nothing serious. Nothing worth worrying about." Or getting closer than he's comfortable with. "You can take off if you need to."