runningred | (no subject)

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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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From:

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."

From:

onceaviking

Eric half snarls, his upper lip twitchinh .

"No. Not bad."

He sounds hoarse.

From:

runningred

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

From:

onceaviking

"Yes."

But not just in the ways Jay are.

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runningred

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

From:

onceaviking

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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onceaviking

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

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runningred

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

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onceaviking

First things first.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

From:

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.

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onceaviking

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

And then he penetrates him, pinning him down.

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runningred

Jay screams again, riding the very sharp edge between pleasure and pain as he feels Eric's cold length fill him. "Oh fuck, yes."

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onceaviking

Another bite. Deeper, harsher.

Still constrained, though it might not feel that way.

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runningred

Jay doesn't panic. He knows Eric won't take him past what he can be healed from. But the illusion of danger is enough to have him panting, pushing back against Eric with each thrust.

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onceaviking

He's right of course.

Probably.

Eric increases the pace of his thrusts, the ferocity of his bites. Still thrumming with the buzz of the hunt.

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runningred

Every bite, every thrust rips a sharp cry from Jay's throat. Blood pools on his chest, in the hollows of his collarbones and flows onto his suit. His throat torn with every bite and his body battered perfectly by the power of Eric's thrusts.

He clenches, angling up so each thrust hits him just right, cuming with another shattering scream.