Pool forfeit

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{{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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Jay's lips split under the brutality of the kiss, only adding to the bloody mess and he moans. He comes back to himself enough to cup Eric's shoulders, enjoying to sharpness of the sensation.


{ooc: last one for the night. Have a great day!}

[onceaviking]

Eric slowly moves his mouth away from Jay's.

He shouldn't get carried away like this. But he'll chalk it up to everything that's happened.

No matter what Pam says, he is not getting soft.
He is not.

The thing with Sookie is different. That is about gaining the upper hand and figuring out just what makes her so - different. So - tasty.

Not soft.

His hand is still cupping Jay's cheek, his thumb slowly drawing circles on his skin.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head into the touch, moaning softly as Eric's thumb makes messy spirals of blood on his skin.

[onceaviking]

"Jay?"

He is just checking he is not dying on him.

[runningred]

He answers with a hazy smile and a nod. Not dying, just really spaced out right now.

[onceaviking]

Eric bites down on his own tongue and bends to lick the wounds on Jay's neck. Then he lifts Jay's wrist to his mouth and closes those puncture marks as well.

His face is bloody and still. There are blood spatters down his chest. They make his skin look even more pale.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head as Eric licks the wounds closed, watching him though hooded eyes. He should ask for blood, to recover but in true, he high of blood loss and bliss is just as good as the drugged high of Eric's blood.

[onceaviking]

But Eric is going to offer regardless.

He nicks his left thumb and strokes it across Jay's lower lip.

[runningred]

Jay considers for a moment and lift his head to suck lightly on Eric's thumb. The hangover won't be worth it. He lets his head fall back to feel the warmth of Eric's blood suffuse him.

"Thank you." He whispers after a long moment, his heartbeat growing slowly stronger.