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

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He bites him.

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

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"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.

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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.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls right by his ear and keeps on drinking.

The snarl is mostly for show, anyway. And to make sure that they are both having fun.

[runningred]

Jay's groan of "Oh fuck, yes!" is hard to mistake.

Definitely having fun! Even if the sink and Eric's weight is the only thing holding him up.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks, pauses briefly to kiss him, and drinks again.

[runningred]

Jay goes with it. What else can he do? He returns the kiss passionately, his arousal growing.

[onceaviking]

Eric alternates between kissing him and biting him several times.
Moaning a little.

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Jay returns the kisses at every chance, glancing at the mirror to watch the hungry look on Eric's face as he bites into Jay's neck. There's something wrongly sexy about watching the blood well around Eric's lips.

[onceaviking]

Perhaps it's the way you can tell that his world narrows, that all he feels (almost) is the pleasure of the hot blood filling his mouth.

He runs a large hand down Jay's chest and belly.

[runningred]

Jay is hard and panting, reaching up to run his hand through Eric's hair and arching into his bite.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls at the hand in his hair.
And shudders a little, pressing closer.

[runningred]

Jay moans, unable to take his eyes off the way Eric looks drinking from his vein. Jay spread his feet a little wider, arching his neck back further as he curls his hand through Eric's hair.

[onceaviking]

Eric closes his eyes and moans.
It's a almost soft, needy sound.

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Jay reaches back with his other hand, stroking Eric's hip and upper thigh. He's starting to run low on blood but he doesn't care. Seeing Eric like this is beautiful.

[onceaviking]

Eric rubs against him and drags his bloody mouth from the weeping wounds on Jay's neck, along his jawline to his mouth, and back again, keeping his eyes closed.

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Jay doesn't speak. He doesn't want to disrupt whatever fantasy or memory Eric is lost in. Instead he moans softly and kisses back.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his hand back up Jay's front and caresses his blood streaked face.
Slowly.

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Jay moans again, opening his lips with a sigh as Eric's fingers rove over him face.

[onceaviking]

Eric's smooth, cold fingers move across his lips, as his other hand moves down to line himself up.

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Jay lifts himself onto his toes, making it easier for Eric to take him. He opens his lips and touches his tongue to Eric's fingertip. He strokes down Eric's hair, curling at the nape of his neck.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides one finger into Jay's mouth as he presses into him. Shuddering.
Moaning right next to Jay's ear.

[runningred]

Jay moans around him, lapping iron tanged blood from Eric's finger and the heat of him envelops Eric.