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Jay slips down the hood of his suit, letting the drones do one last sweep to makes sure everything is sealed. He doesn't take the bike this time but goes on foot, heading straight for the smaller nest of demon rabbits in the lower caves.

This version of the suit keeps his thermal signature down to ambulant and filters breath and sweat to keep his scent from being detected.

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[onceaviking]

Eric snarls straight into his face, fangs bared, eyes wild.

Then he catches his other hand.

[runningred]

Jay's still trying, even though he has next to no leverage. He does try to nut Eric though.

[onceaviking]

He comes close enough for Eric to snarl and slam an arm down across his throat.

[runningred]

That gets a fun gurgling sound out of Jay as his throat plate goes ridged to protect his windpipe.

But he does stop trashing.

[onceaviking]

Eric on th other hand doesn't stop growling.

It's a low, ominous sound.

[runningred]

Which is seriously messing with Jay's ability to breath. Or think past his own erection.

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head, eyes half closed, and opens his mouth wide, showing off his fangs, half an inch from the material covering Jay's face.

[runningred]

Jay groans roughly, twitching under Eric's grasp. His helmet is carbon fiber and Kevlar, solid enough to take most things.

But it pops open at a pressure switch inside his chin mount. He grins dangerously, pretty damn breathless. "Not a bad run."

[onceaviking]

Eric half snarls, his upper lip twitchinh .

"No. Not bad."

He sounds hoarse.

[runningred]

Jay arches under him. "Are you aching as badly as I am?" He grins.

[onceaviking]

"Yes."

But not just in the ways Jay are.

[runningred]

"I can't open my suit unless you take pressure off my throat." Jay points out, the collar still rigid.

[onceaviking]

There's a long moment where nothing happens - and then Eric moves his arm and lets go og Jay's wrists.

[runningred]

Jay touches something just under his chin and the collar pops open, allowing him to unzip down to his crotch. Casting the cup aside, he puts his wrist back where Eric can pin it again.

[onceaviking]

He does.

His right hand is large enough to afford a firm hold on both of Jay's wrists.

And his lips, shockingly cold, are pressed against Jay's neck.
You can feel the fangs behind them.

[runningred]

Jay arches his neck, pressing against the firmness of those fangs. His heart is still racing from the hunt and he's hard as hell again the thin shirts under his suit.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls.
It's a small, hungry sound, fanning his icy breath across Jay's hot skin.

[runningred]

Jay tries to get his legs wrapped around Eric's, trying to somehow speed up this slow tease after their run.

[onceaviking]

First things first.

Eric grids down against him, fully clothed - and then he bites him.
Hard.

[runningred]

Jay yells. Because they're in the middle of the forest and who the fuck cares. His blood tastes like adrenalin and arousal. Good old fashioned fight, flight or fuck. It runs hot and fast into Eric's mouth.

[onceaviking]

Now, this is how it is supposed to be.

Eric growls wetly against Jays skin, letting his mouth overflow with hot, sticky blood. Then he reaches down to undo his jeans.

[runningred]

Jay could be struggling, but this feels too good. The hot, wet blood contrasting with Eric's marble cold. The ache of lust rushing through his body.

[onceaviking]

Eric can taste it.
The eagerness.
The lust.
The urge to fall.

Just as surely as a vampire will draw in those who find thrills in walking on ledges, those walking on ledges will call to vampires

[runningred]

Which is why they are so bad for each other. Jay's desire to fly with the rush of knowing he can fall drives him to do such wonderfully dumb things.

Like goading Eric on by surging up in an effort to break free, or at least speed things up a bit.

[onceaviking]

Eric slams him back down, snarling in his face, his own face smeared with blood.

And then he penetrates him, pinning him down.