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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]

The bathroom comes with a range of interesting bondage options but Jay seems content to drop the collar and just get clean. He moves to one side of the shower, giving Eric room if he wants it.

[onceaviking]

Eric always wants a shower.
Preferably scalding hot and hard hitting.

[runningred]

Jay makes sure to get clean quickly so he doesn't get burned under the scalding water. He leaves Eric to wash, checking his neck critically in the mirror to makes sure he's fully healed.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes his time, washing his hair.

As he is rinsing it for the second time, he says, "How's it looking?"
Eyes closed.

[runningred]

"Little bit of a mark but more of the old scar look." He answers, still checking the mirror. "You must have ripped into me pretty deep to burn up so much of the blood healing so fast."

[onceaviking]

"I did," Eric says, with a pleased purr in his voice.
"You can take it."

[runningred]

"Wasn't a complaint." Jay shrugs, drying his hair. "And I've got plenty of scars. Few more don't matter."

[onceaviking]

Eric turns off the water and walks over to Jay, dripping wet.

He takes hold of his chin and turns his head a little, so he can take a look at Jays neck.
His fingers are growing cold again.

[runningred]

Jay lets his head be turned, not resisting at all. It's not much of a scar, just a fine shadowed mark on his skin.

[onceaviking]

"That'll disappear in no time," Eric says, running his cool thumb across the marked skin.

[runningred]

Jay's eyes close for a moment, not quite purring.

[onceaviking]

Eric repeats the motion without really thinking about it.
Enjoying the sensation of warm, supple, slightly bruised skin beneath his thumb.

[runningred]

Jay makes no move to pull away, making a small sound of pleasure under his breath.

[onceaviking]

Another pass of his thumb.

It's nice.

It shouldn't be.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't seem to care that it shouldn't feel good. Only that it does.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his fingers across the marked skin and let them continue till his hand is stretched halfway around Jay's neck.
His huge, strong hand.

[runningred]

Jay breaths shallowly against his hand, arching his neck back.

[onceaviking]

"You shouldn't do that," Eric murmurs.

He's talking about the neck arching.
He can feel his fangs throb.

[runningred]

"Do you really want me to stop?" Jay purrs.

[onceaviking]

"No," Eric says. And then he lets his fangs drop.

[runningred]

Jay tenses, his pulse quickening just the right way at the click.

[onceaviking]

He bites him.

It's too difficult to resist.
And he doesn't want to.
At all.

[runningred]

"Fuck!" Jay's knees weaken, reaching out to grab sink for support.

[onceaviking]

Eric presses against him, effectively trapping him against the sink.
And keeping him upright at the same time.

The pull of his mouth is relentless.

[runningred]

Fuck! It's harder to tell which is colder - the edge of the sink or Eric's chest pressed against his back. But he doesn't care. The heat of his blood against Eric's mouth is far more powerful.