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Jay leads Eric up to his room. "Come inside, please?" He offers, opening the door to Eric.

He sheds his jacket and kicks off his boots. "Why don't you tell me what you want right now? No need to be embarrassed or worried."

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Eric whines against Jay's torn skin.

He can feel - something inside. A shuddering that isn't born from the physical sensations.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, Eric." Jay moans, rubbing himself against Eric's hip, finger pumping slowly.

He tries but it just comes out as a sob.

And he doesn't know why.

Jay suspects he knows why. And as much as he would enjoy this, he's not that much of an ass. He withdraws and touches Eric's chin, looking into those puppy-dog eyes.

"I want you to enjoy this, Eric. Because I care about you. But I need to know if you want it. If you do, I promise to make it as good as I can for you."

Eric looks at him, wide-eyed, as he whispers, "I don't know. I - "

His mouth is dripping wet with Jay's blood

Jay reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking it softly. "I won't pressure you. I only want us both to enjoy this."

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He closes his eyes and turns his face to press it more firmly against Jay's hand.

"I like it when you touch me. But -"

"But you don't like it when I touch you there?" He leans in to kiss Eric softly, getting blood on his own lips. "That's okay. It's really okay." He goes back to stroking Eric, long and languid.

"No. I - it's - It feels like everything is disintegrating. And it scares me."

Jay makes a soothing sound and kisses Eric again. "Then we'll stop. Dial it back till you feel better again. How about we get out of the shower and head back to the bed, just take it slow."

Eric nods and pushes his wet hair out of his eyes.

Jay towels himself off, holding a cloth to his neck to limit the bleeding for now. He heads back to the bed, letting Eric follow him.

He gestures Eric to play down with him, coaxing Eric back up to his bleeding neck.

Eric pads after and climbs onto the bed, laying down partly on top of Jay.

Hard.
Smooth.
Cold.

Jay writhes under him, moaning softly as he runs his hands up and down Eric's back - stroking from the base of Eric's skull to the curve of his ass.

He tilts his head, exposing the curve of his neck. "Drink, gently."

Eric whines but does as he is told, suckling the wounds with far less force than he normally would.

Jay rewards him with soft moans and touches, stoking the long lines of his body. "Perfect, Eric. Just perfect. Nice and slow. Just like that."

Eric presses closer and snarls.
Not on purpose. It just happens.

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