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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[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.

[runningred]

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.

[onceaviking]

Eric grunts, noncommittally , and runs a hand through his hair.

[runningred]

He manages to nods towards the shower, trying to let Eric know he's welcome to help himself. He knows Eric feels better after a shower.

He's just going to lay here a little longer.

[onceaviking]

Eric gets up and goes into the bathroom.
It's a long shower, scalding hot, with the jets set to maximum pressure.

When he is done, he returns, still drying himself off.

[runningred]

By that stage, Jay has managed to sit up and clean himself up a bit, still smelling of blood but not so covered in it. He gives Eric a little sideways smile. "So, that was intense?" Inviting Eric to talk if he's ready to.

[onceaviking]

At first, he just gets another grunt as Eric goes to fetch his pants.
Then he says, over his shoulder, "I'm a little - pre-occupied these days."

Pre-occupied. Not getting soft.

[runningred]

Jay nods and lets it drop, pulling himself up slowly. Eric's blood may have healed any injuries but Jay still feel pleasantly sore and well fucked.

"I'm not saying intense is bad thing, it was fucking amazing." He doesn't push any point about being pre-occupied.

[onceaviking]

At this Eric looks up at him. And gives him a small smile.
It actually manages to reach his eyes.

"Happy?"

[runningred]

"Intensely." Jay returns the smile. "It's a headspace I haven't reached for a long while. Thanks."

[onceaviking]

"I will never understand that," Eric says, sitting down on the bed. Shaking his head a little.

Fucking. Why does people have to make it complicated and deep?

[runningred]

"It doesn't have to be. And most of the time it isn't anything deep at all. Sex is sex and should be enjoyed as such."

"I didn't discover that sort of tantric stuff till I was training for meditation and breathing control. It was meant to teach me slow down my heart and respiration in a crisis but I found it heightened my senses to the max. How I imagine you feel all the time. But narrowed down like that, to just the single focused sensation of being fuck..." He shakes his head. "It's hard to explain but it's amazing."

He laughs inwardly. "Freaked the fuck out of my mentor the first time he put me through a drowning exercise and I orgasmed."

{ooc: must crash, loving freaked out Eric!}

[onceaviking]

"You're a strange creature," Eric says and lies down on the bed, stretching.

He is quiet. Then he says. "That is what it is like for us. All the time. But even more so when we feed."

Not quite looking at Jay.
You don't talk with humans about these things, and yet he finds himself doing that here, over and over.

[runningred]

Jay washes his face and comes back to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching slowly to get the kinks out of his shoulders. "No-one grows up the way I did and come out normal."

He cocks his head, listening to Eric. "That must make it hard to stop. I wasn't sure tonight, that you were going to." There's no hint of reproof in his tone, just an observation.