This is becoming a thing...

[runningred]

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Jay pulls on his jacket and takes Eric's hand willingly, letting him lead with a soft smile. "I like the sound of secluded."

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[runningred]

And we've already established that Jay's a masochist. The pain just makes him moan louder, his cock throbbing against his stomach. He cards his hand softly through Eric's hair.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks, all his attention focused on the flowing blood.

[runningred]

Jay sighs and relaxed into it, his moans growing softer as the blood flows and Eric drinks.

[onceaviking]

And far too soon he has to stop. He pulls back and licks his lips and then slowly lowers Jay.

"Jay? "

[runningred]

Jay's eyes flutter but he manages to grin. If he thought he felt drunk before it's nothing on this!

[onceaviking]

"I had better get you home," Eric murmurs, shifting his grip a little.

[runningred]

Jay would be pouting but right now he's a little too lighthearted to manage it. Instead he leans into Eric, trusting him not to drop his favourite chew toy.

[onceaviking]

Eric lifts him with one arm under his legs and drops from the tree.
He stops to pick Jay's boots up, holding him up with one hand and then he runs, blood spattered and with Jay half naked, at vampire speed, back to Jay's room.

[runningred]

Jay closes his eyes and sighs, loving the feeling of moving so fast. Like flying with Clark when he was a kid.

He barely makes a sound as they hurtle back to his room. He wants to make a joke about the walk of shame but the bed is warm and he's just so tired...

[onceaviking]

Eric deposits him on the bed and then pats his cheek. None to gently.

"Jay? Do you want me to stay? "

[runningred]

Given that Eric hasn't closed his wounds yet, Jay is still slowly leaking, blood oozing almost lazily from his neck and thigh. He manages to raise a hand to catch Eric's sleeve. Don't go yet.

[onceaviking]

Just as he had planned.

Eric bites his own tongue and bends his head to lap at first the wounds on Jay's thigh and then the puncture wounds on his neck.

Gently.

[runningred]

Jay sighs softly, cupping the back of Eric's hair weakly. His eyes are barely open enough to see but he can tell Eric's a little warmer now.

[onceaviking]

Once the wounds are closed, Eric glides up to lie next to Jay.

Now is a good time to show some gentleness. Stroking his hair once.

[runningred]

Jay makes a sound that's almost a purr and licks his lips, needing two attempts to form words. "That was... wild."

[onceaviking]

"So now we know where you really like to be bitten," Eric says softly.

[runningred]

"And all without you fucking me." Even if he is still half hard. He chuckles and plays with Eric's hair. "Even if I won't say no."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles and rests a hand on his belly.
"We had better let you rest," he says.
That suits him perfectly and it may even read as caring.

[runningred]

"Spoil sport." Jay chuckles, resting a hand on top of Eric's for a moment before letting go. He know Eric isn't the cuddly sort. "I guess you'll have to owe me one."

[onceaviking]

"It is for the best," Eric says, before adding in a low, intimate tone, "I feel invigorated. We'd risk I damaged something."

[runningred]

"You already know I like it rough." He sighs, his cock twitching at Eric's tone. "But if I can't convince you, I'll just have to enjoy the thought on my own. Besides, I couldn't make you stay if I tried."

[onceaviking]

Eric chuckles. "That is true. And I am not exaggerating. The speed at which I run? I can be that fast whatever I do."

[runningred]

"Remind me to stock up on lube." He chuckles almost to himself. "I'm sure he have the self control to go slow too."

He sighs and pulls a blanket over himself. "Go. It's okay. I'll be fine." He's sobering up and suddenly his situation doesn't seem quite as much fun. He's Eric's whore and he knows it.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks down at himself. "Can I wash up here first? I was - not as careful as I ought to have been."

He can tell his grip is slipping a little here. Hmm.
What to do?

[runningred]

"Go for it." He sighs, "Can't have you strolling through the bar looking like you'd murdered me. People might talk."

He lays there, ignoring the blood on his own skin. He could wash up later. He's too tired to care much.