OOM: And now in black leather.

[runningred]

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Jay leads Eric to his room. It's only been a couple of days for him since he last had Eric up here. Or should that be since Eric last had him. The room may still have the scent of them. "So now that you've caught up to the modern age, do you have the best shower money can buy?" He strips carelessly and flops back onto the bed, eager to watch Eric get out of those pants.

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[runningred]

"Good thing we both do." Jay moans, loving the way Eric throws him around.

Jay writhes against Eric, pressing back into his body and arching his neck as Erick bites him again. "Oh fuck yes!"

[onceaviking]

"I had forgotten how enthusiastic you could get," Eric murmurs and bites Jay again.
Moving his hips ever so slightly.

Not addressing the fact that whether Jay likes something or not is irrelevant.

"Tell me. Tell me how much you want this. "

[runningred]

"After a hundred years? Clearly I need to make more of an impression." He laughs brokenly, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as Eric's fangs break the skin again.

"You want me begging, do you? You want to hear me desperate and straining for you." He spreads his legs as wide as he can. "Because you know I am. You know I want you inside me, I want you pulling my hair and holding me down. I want you pounding me so I can feel it for days"

[onceaviking]

Eric likes adoration. Need. Why else would he have decided to have a throne installed at Fangtasia for when he is surveying things?

He's vain. He knows that. And it does feel good to hear someone sound desperate when saying his name.

So he bruises Jay's hip, grabbing hold of him. And then he gives him what he asks for, still making sure that his own need is sated. Feasting on the blood that flows freely from Jay's neck.

[runningred]

Being out has made Eric a very different person to be with, especially when it's only been a couple of days for Jay since the night they made love, strange and sweet. Jay has no problems being loud and needy. "Oh fuck! Eric! Oh damn... so good!"

[onceaviking]

Eric growls in Jay's ear, low and dangerously.

He increases his pace as he bites down again. Harder this time.

He's grown harsher perhaps. As you do when you rise in vampire society. But he has also been set free. He never liked having to hide.

[runningred]

Jay has no problem with harsh, or hard. Or with being loud about how good it feels. "Oh fuck, Eric! Please, oh fuck yes! I'm... I'm..." So close to the edge he can't even form the words"

[onceaviking]

This is how he remembered it; free of expectations. No illusions, no lies.

He get fed up with lying too at times. But it cannot be helped.


He licks the side of Jay's neck and face, trying to get all of the spatters.

[runningred]

The lick is enough to drive Jay over the edge with a howling moan. He flops back to the bed with a sigh, worn out and happy.

He takes a sec to catch his breath. "Oh fuck, that's good." He turns his head slightly to look at Eric, his smile goofy. "You get enough?"

[onceaviking]

"Not quite," Eric murmurs, dipping his head again to suckle the still open wound on Jay's neck.

Fuck synthetic blood. This is the way feeding is meant to be.

[runningred]

Jay lays still and lets Eric take what he needs. "I take it that now that you're out, you don't get to let loose very often?" His voice is soft, enjoying the fuck drunk, blood-loss hazy.

[onceaviking]

"I have to behave all the fucking time," Eric says, his lips moving against Jay's skin. "I cannot put into words how much I hate CCTV."

[runningred]

"Not to mention camera phones." Jay purrs, reaching back to stroke Eric's flank. "Remind me to build a EMP pulse into your bike. That way you can nuke the cameras if you need to."

[onceaviking]

Eric pauses briefly, laughing a little. "I like you, Jay," he says before returning his attention to the sweetly flowing blood.

He is being very thorough tonight.

[runningred]

"Thanks, I like me too." He jokes softly. Truth is Jay does like Eric. Quite a lot. Not love or anything romantically foolish like that but he enjoys the fact he knows where he stands with Eric - honestly and without delusions.

Jay keens a soft sigh, his eyes growing heavy as Eric drinks deep.

[onceaviking]

And far too soon he has to stop. He can feel Jay grow heavy and slow.

So he licks Jay's skin clean, biting his own tongue to speed the healing along.

"Jay?"
Just checking.

[runningred]

"Still here." Jay managed to whisper, patting whatever bit of Eric he can reach easiest. He's pretty low but nothing he can't recover from.

[onceaviking]

It feels odd, not glamouring him.

Eric sits up, still hard and blood spattered. He licks one of his own hands.

"Can you move?"he asks. Again, just checking.

[runningred]

Jay manages to roll only his back with a moan, feeling fantastical sore in all his favourite ways. He grins up at Eric, amused by the mess he's made. "You've forgotten how resilient I am." Kitten weak and heavy but sarcastically teasing as always.

[onceaviking]

"Oh yes, like we wet paper," Eric replies. Then he adds, "I had forgotten what you taste like. There is something -"

He searches for a word.

[runningred]

"Hey!" Jay chuckles softly. "It might have been a hundred years for you but the last time you nearly drained me was only two days ago for me!"

He cocks his head, watching Eric's face and waiting for him to find the words. He's curious to know how he tastes to Eric.

[onceaviking]

"You have a sort of - singed or burned note to you. Like - something electrical. Or -"

He licks his other hand.

[runningred]

"Burnt?" Jay raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. I wonder if that's the bomb that killed me."

[onceaviking]

"The bomb that killed you?" Eric asks slowly.

[runningred]

"We've fooled around half a dozen times. I don't think we've ever had a conversation that hasn't ended with your fangs in my throat, or somewhere else." He stretches a little, sighing with the soreness of having been well used. "Not that I'm complaining. I just realised you have no idea who I am. I guess it don't matter, seeing it doesn't seem to affect my blood. Just leaves me tasting burnt." It's not a complaint or a cry for pity, more an amused revelation. "Do you want to know?"