Pool forfeit

[runningred]

{{ooc: from here.}}

Jay leads Eric up to his room, closing the door quietly behind them. “Like I said, within reason so if anything I suggest or ask doesn’t do it for you, just say.”

He steps back, starting to strip off. “I want to ride you. Not top you,” he add hastily, “I know it’s not your thing so I won’t ask but be on top of you, fucking myself on you.”

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[onceaviking]

Eric looks at him for a long while without saying anything.

Then he nods.

"Okay," he says.

[runningred]

Jay hovers there in that moment of silence, half expecting Eric to say no or walk away.

But he breathes again when Eric consents. "I doubt it's half as wild as some of the things you must have considered if you'd won."

He finishes stripping off and walks over to the bed, waiting for Eric to join him.

[onceaviking]

"You never know," Eric replies, before he pushes his track suit pants down and leaves them pooled on the floor.

He walks across the floor, naked and hard, and settles down next to Jay. One eyebrow slightly cocked.

"So," he says. "Now what."

[runningred]

"Even if I ask?" Jay raises an eyebrow and smiles.

He nods to the bed. "Lay back, please?" He asks softly, careful not to phrase anything as a demand.

He looks down hungrily at that beautiful cock, tempted to take Eric into his mouth to get him good and wet first but he knows from experience that marble hardness needs no lubrication. Perfect and cold and almost frictionless.

Once Eric is settled, Jay straddles him carefully. He pushes up onto his knees to line Eric's manhood up against him before easing down slowly. He forces himself to move slowly, to feel every inch fill and stretch him. He lets his head fall back, his heart racing to the pleasure/pain of the sensation.

[onceaviking]

Eric holds still, one arm under his head, his other hand resting on his own belly.

Watching Jay.

[runningred]

He knows he should be doing more to be sure Eric's enjoying this too but right now he's too focused on seating himself all the way down, feeling Eric deep inside him.

Eye hooded and distant, he tucks his hands behind his back, wrists crossed almost submissively. With strong thigh muscles that flex as he moves, he lifts himself up, almost to the tip and drives himself back down with a deep groan.

{ooc: oops, sorry! Nothing to see here, move along. On that note of fail, I should crash. Tag you back later.}

[onceaviking]

Watching people while they fuck (or get fucked) can be incredibly enlightening.
And hot of course, but that shouldn't make you discount the things to be learned from it.

So Eric watches, and listen, and keeps utterly, perfectly still. At first at least.
His eyes glittering.

His fangs are aching.

[runningred]

Jay arches back, finding just the right angle to make it just right. He groans, his face flushed. Each breath is a harsh sound in the silence of Eric's stillness.

[onceaviking]

All that sweet, rich blood. Just below his skin.
So warm.


He pulls his lip back and lets his fangs drop. But he doesn't move.

[runningred]

The click makes Jay's breathing catch and his heart beat faster. Without breaking rhythm, he shifts; one hand still behind his back as he offers his wrist to Eric.

[onceaviking]

Oh yes.
Just like that.

The sound of his blood in his veins is louder now. Beguilingly so.

Eric lifts his head and takes the offered wrist, twisting Jay's hand a little. It's not the best angle, but it will do.

He bites down with a hiss.

[runningred]

Jay moves with Eric, making the angle easier but agile enough to keep fucking himself hard and deep. He lines up his prostate as Eric bites him, forcing himself into a deeper headspace still.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks deeply, closing his eyes.

He doesn't have to look at Jay. The sounds he is making are already telling him so much about him.

[runningred]

Jay's eyes are open but distant, hazy, all his focus inward. He doesn't need to fight not to come this time. It's building fiercely and when it happens it will be overwhelming and complete. All the things it should be.

[onceaviking]

Eric slowly opens his eyes, looking up at Jay. His lips and tongue are moving against the fang marks on his wrist.

He wants to throw him down on the bed and bite him. But he stays still.

[runningred]

The crescendo comes over him; not with the sudden violence it usually hits him but slowly, brightly, washing over him like a sunrise. His breathings slows; long and drawn out, almost pulling away from Eric's mouth as his spine tightens.

White out.

He falls forward, only just catching himself with his other hand as his forehead rests against Eric's shoulder.

Use him as you will, he's out of it right now.

[onceaviking]

Jay is on top of Eric, limp, his head resting against Eric's shoulder.

Jay is on his back on the bed, Eric on top of him, heavy, biting down hard on Jay's neck.

One hand is supporting himself, the other is cradling Jay's face, as he drinks, growling wetly against Jay's sweat-slicked and blood-sticky skin.

[runningred]

Jay acknowledges the change with little more than a sigh, his eyes closed. His whole body hums with radiant pleasure, warm against Eric's cold marble skin. It feels wonderful and terrible and perfect all at once.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls back a little, only to attack the other side of Jay's neck.
Shifting hands.
The touch is still, deceptively, gentle.

His skin is slowly getting just a little but more warm. When he turned their positions over, he also pulled out. He is still hard.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head slowly, clumsily, letting Eric drink as deep as he wants. He trusts Eric to now kill him, or at least he would if he could think right now which is very much out of the question.

He shifts a tiny bit, brushing against Eric's hardness. He's nowhere near coherent enough to pose a question but he does manage to spread his legs a little wider, offering himself up to whatever pleasure Eric desires.

[onceaviking]

Eric either doesn't notice or doesn't care. His full attention is narrowed down to the point where his mouth meets Jay's skin and blood.

He keens a little as he shifts back to the first bite on Jay's neck, tightening his hold a little.
And then he abruptly moves back, gasping a little.

He wants to keep going.

[runningred]

And there isn't a thing Jay could, or would do about it right now if he did. He can barely lift his hand to cup the back of Eric's head. Between the core shattering nature of his release and Eric feeding, Jay is as helpless as he's every been. In this lifetime anyway.

[onceaviking]

Eric's body is rigid. Tense. His is letting his head hang down, And Jay's blood is dripping slowly from his mouth.

He snarls. Angrily.

And then he sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth and chin on the back of his arm.

It doesn't really help much.

[runningred]

Jay blinks up at him slowly, uncomprehendingly. Why is Eric so pissed off. He reaches for Eric, his grip weak.

[onceaviking]

He moves in and kisses him.
Hard. Bruisingly hard. His mouth sticky and warm from the blood.

He wants to kill. He wants to own. He wants to -

He doesn't know what he wants.