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[runningred]

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Jay opens the door the key matches. It's not a dungeon (to Jay's relief) but it has a big sturdy bed with obvious mounting points, low rafters (with more mounting points} and a chest full of interesting toys. And straps and chains and stuff.

And an easy clean floor. And a nice bathroom.

Right then.

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[runningred]

Jay groans and rides with it, with the pleasure and the pain. His neck heals swiftly, presenting Eric with fresh skin to ravish and tear.

[onceaviking]

And Eric bites him, again, and again, again, all the while ramming into him.

He still has a hand against his chest.
He may be making sure that no shoulders get torn out of their sockets.

Maybe.

For practical reasons.

[runningred]

Practical reasons. Sure...

Jay's got nothing but holding on now. Even his own orgasm becomes part of the storm of sensation.

[onceaviking]

Eric manages, despite the apparent ferocity, to savour the flavours of exploding hormones mixed with the underlying note of electronic charged death.

And then he slows.
And stops.

[runningred]

Jay pants and hangs off the restraint. His wounds aren't healing so much any more and the blood flows sluggishly.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his fingers into Jay's wet hair and pulls his head back.

Then he bites down on his own tongue. And kisses him.

[runningred]

Jay kisses back with a groan, shaking hotly.

It takes him a couple of false starts to speak. "D'you-" He licks his lips. "Do you mind letting me down now?"

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't answer.

He gets off the bed and walks around it.

Then he sits down in front of Jay and from there he reaches over and takes the chains going from the rings at the side of Jay's hips between his fingers., first one, then the other. And breaks them.

Then he reaches up and pulls the chains holding Jay's wrists apart with his fingers.

[runningred]

Jay manages a broken laugh at the display of power as he falls onto the bed. "Well, if you're trying to make me hard again..."

[onceaviking]

"You'd need more blood for that, I should think," Eric replies as he stretches out on the bed, blood-spattered and pale.

[runningred]

Jay manages with some effort to flop onto his back. Out of Eric's way. "Unless you plan to rip into me again, I think I'm good."

[onceaviking]

Eric rumbles in reply.

"You smell nice," he says.
For certain values of nice.

[runningred]

"Like blood and sex and sweat?" Jay laughs, happily sprawled out. "I'd ask how you could still be hungry but that's a dumb question with you. I'm still alive."

[onceaviking]

"You are," Eric agrees.
"I've come close to feeling sated a couple of times lately, but it's never quite there."

On account of him knowing people who (also) make bad decisions.

[runningred]

"Not here, presumably?" Jay asks with interest.

[onceaviking]

"Oh yes."
Breezily.

[runningred]

Jay raises an inquisitive eyebrow, still blood and breathless and sprawled.

[onceaviking]

"Nobody died," Eric says, perhaps a touch defensively.

[runningred]

Jay looks up at him and shrugs. "Never thought they had. You're smarter than getting caught here. I'm just impressed you managed to find anyone here who could take enough to almost satisfy you."

[onceaviking]

"It's just a question about knowing the right people," Eric replies.

[runningred]

"Now you've really got me curious. Clearly I need to make some new friends here."

[onceaviking]

He could try to be discreet. Or. Coy.
But they talk and Emcee is a girl who can't keep his trap shut anyway.

There's an obvious 'or his legs' joke there.

"You know him."

[runningred]

"Our mutually German friend?" Jay chuckles "Have you been drinking Emcee dry again? You know he loves it when you do that. He's more masochistic than I am."

[onceaviking]

"He does. Though I'm not sure you're right about the masochism."

[runningred]

Jay raises an eyebrow again. "You don't think he's a masochist?"