runningred | Pool forfeit

{{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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From:

onceaviking

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

"Happy?"

Edited Date: 2014-08-12 11:42 am (UTC)

From:

runningred

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

From:

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?

From:

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!}

Edited Date: 2014-08-12 12:40 pm (UTC)

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

onceaviking

"I didn't want to. I hardly ever want to."

But he does it.

From:

runningred

Jay chuckles and stretches out across the end of the bed, not quite touching Eric. "Then I guess I should be grateful I'm still useful to you." Not that he seems overly worried about how close Eric might have come this time.

From:

onceaviking

"Mmm," Eric says, not really answering him.

He is silent. Then he says, "It used to be so different. When we hunted. Godric and I. Of course, it was often on the battlefield, so it wasn't like they would have walked away in any case. The wounded they'd killed.

Back when they killed.

His voice is quiet. Nostalgic perhaps.

From:

runningred

"Angels of death." Jay watches Eric's face with a sad smile. "I'm sure many of them were very glad to see you."

From:

onceaviking

"Maybe," Eric replies, seemingly lost in thought.
Or memories.

From:

runningred

Jay doesn't bother him, letting Eric lose himself in whatever memories it is he's found. He knows Eric misses Godric but can't fathom how deeply.

Instead he sprawls out, enjoying the glow of Eric's blood and the last of the fuck high.

From:

onceaviking

Eric seems content to stay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Stroking his own belly with one hand in a slow rhythm.

His skin is a little warmer now, on account of him having fed so well (and so frequently), and he always enjoy that feeling.
That and being clean.

His muscles move beneath his skin, making light and shadow dance across his body.

From:

runningred

Jay watches from beneath heavy lids, enjoying the view. Eric is stunning, not other word for it. "So," he asks quietly, not breaking the peace much. "Am I allowed to ask what you would have picked as a forfeit if you'd decided to win?"

From:

onceaviking

Eric sighs.

"Well," he says, "I'm really not all that inventive. I could have taken you back home and fucked you in my dungeon below Fangtasia. It's been seeing more use lately. That sort of use anyway. Or we could have played cat and mouse outside."

He smiles. Like a very big, very hungry cat.

Then he shrugs.
"As I said, not terribly inventive."

From:

runningred

Jay hums quietly, thoughtfully. "When I'm back up to capacity, a cat and mouse game could be fun. I could do with the training. Here or would you rather run a cityscape?" Jay limes the idea as a test of his training as much as having an enjoyable outcome.

From:

onceaviking

"Either could be fun," Eric says. Thoughtfully.

From:

runningred

"I'm leaving Africa soon. How do you feel about Madrid?" Jay asks, thoughtfully.

From:

onceaviking

"Spain is good," Eric says. "And Italy."

Not France. He's hasn't been back since - the last time he was there.

"London wouldn't be bad either. Although their use of CCTVs might prove a challenge."

From:

runningred

"Never been a fan of Rome, don't like the architecture. I don't mind Milan."

He barks a laugh and nods towards his laptop. "London's easy if you know the right people. Mind you, the Shard is a bitch to climb but the view's pretty awesome."