Night games with Eric

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Jay brings the bike up in the lift, closing his helmet. Eric has the advantage in many ways but Jay has toys, lots of toys. Starting with the bike. It is very, very fast.

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[onceaviking]

He hits Eric once as he gets to his feet - and then Jay is pinned against a tree.

Eric growls.

[runningred]

Okay, there might be fear is Jay's scent now but he's also laughing. Well, he would be if Eric hadn't just knocked the air out of him. "Gotta."

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head and breathes in Jay's scent, almost running his lips across his skin.

Almost,

His body is hard and where he is normally still, there is now a faint tremble hiding just beneath his skin.

Eagerness.

[runningred]

Jay shivers too, lifting his head to deactivate and fold back his helmet. His breath comes fast, his heart pounding. He's tempted to make a smart-ass joke but he's too hard to think just yet.

[onceaviking]

"That's better," Eric says hoarsely and repeats the gesture, this time actually running his lips across skin. Just a little above Jay's jawline.

The tremor in his upper lip is palpable.

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Jay keens softly, hard and shaking. He can feel Eric's need, feel the fangs aching to pierce his vein.

Despite the playfulness of their game, he knows he's inches from death with nothing between him and forever but Eric's control.

He reaches up to cup Eric's hip, half expecting (and maybe half hoping) Eric to pin him harder.

[onceaviking]

Eric tilts his hips, slowly and deliberately.

Sometimes, he does these things to prove to himself that he can.

He licks Jay's skin. Growling softly.

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"Oh fuck" Jay mumbles under his breath as Eric presses against him. His suit has no cup armour but even so, the confinement is bordering on unbearable.

He was expecting Eric to do him quick, dirty and rough after their chase and once again, Eric's slow teasing has thrown him for a loop. He can feel his heart race and his blood pumping, almost as if it wants to be drunk.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs the tips of his fangs along the same path his tongue just took.
And then he will bites down. Hard.

Grinding against Jay.

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The way Eric's fang scratches his skin makes him shiver wildly but the bite. Oh fuck, he damn near creams himself. He leans into the grind, hitching his leg around Eric's hip. He can feel the collar of his suit growing hot with blood as Eric drinks from him.

[onceaviking]

He drinks noisily, still moving his pelvis, but too focused on feeding to do anything more.

Resting the back if the fingers on his right hand against Jay's cheek.

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Jay whimpers and groans, utterly lost as Eric's grinding makes him needier and needier. He turns his head as much as Eric's grip will allow to suck on the tip of his finger, trying to stifle the echoes of his moans.

[onceaviking]

Eric tears his mouth away from Jay's neck and moans. A low, hungry sound.

Then he grabs hold of Jay's chin and turns his head, biting down on the other side of his neck.

Even harder.

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Jay shouts, in pleasure and in pain, clinging to Eric. His cheek rubs against the bark of the tree as Eric feeds, his knees barely holding him up. He whimpers with frustration - hard and needy but not quite close enough to come from this alone now.

[onceaviking]

He wants to keep feeding. He wants the flow of hot blood to go on forever.

But he forces himself away, and bites down on his tongue to lick the wounds closed.

One of his hands somehow ends up in Jay's hair. Stroking it.

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Jay's breathing is still rough, perhaps even more so because Eric's stroking his hair. That's always going to be a kink for him. Between the adrenal and blood-loss, he's floating, only half aware of what he's saying as he whimpers Eric's name.

[onceaviking]

"Do you want," Eric whispers, close to Jay's ear, "me to fuck you?"

[runningred]

"Please?" Pride? What's that? Jay has no pride. Right now he's needy as hell and will do just about anything to fuck or be fucked. Whatever it takes to get the relief he needs.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns his around, so he is pressed face first against the trunk of the tree.
"Undress."

He is not going to bother finding out how what ever it is he is wearing works.

"And be quiet."

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Good thought because the suit isn't exactly easy to get into, or out of, unless you know the tricks. Jay slips his thumbs under the pressure catches, shrugging off the armoured outer suit. Underneath he's wearing black skins which he sheds a little more slowly, showing off his hard body.

There something excitingly terrifying about knowing Eric is behind him, fangs out and silent in the darkness.

[onceaviking]

Once Jay's torso is naked, a heavy hand lands on the back of his neck, but Eric waits with pressing close till Jay has lost the rest of the clothes as well.

He's unzipped his own jeans, but that is all.

[runningred]

Jay's breath catches as Eric grips the back of his neck, trying to slow down his heart but there's not much chance of that right now. He slides the skins down to his ankles, keeping his boots on. He spreads his legs and braces himself.

[onceaviking]

Eric presses himself flush against Jay, running his cool lips along his neck.
Positioning himself with one hand.
Putting the other over Jay's mouth.

Breaching him.

[runningred]

Jay opens his mouth a little, letting Eric's fingers slip between his lips. He screams gladly as Eric enters him, enjoying the control Eric has to hush him.

[onceaviking]

Thers a low, menacing growl in his ear, as Eric begins to move with small, hard thrusts.