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]

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.

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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.

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

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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The growl makes him whimper and keen, pushing back into each shallow thrusts. He digs his fingernails into the tree, leaving little grooves in the bark.

[onceaviking]

Again, Eric runs his cool lips along Jay's skin. And then he bites down.
Hard.
Very hard.

His lips are trembling as he moves his hand from the back of Jay's neck to his hip. Digging his fingers in.

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Jay's in full masochist mode right now and the dual pains of Eric's fingers and fangs mingles perfectly with the pleasure of his thrusts. He leaks onto the grass, getting closer and closer to the brink. He moans and cries into Eric's hand, nipping and sucking on his fingers.

[onceaviking]

Eric deepens his thrusts. And suckles Jay's neck, working the puncture wounds with his tongue.

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it doesn't take long before Jay'ss keening desperately, coming into the grass with a broken groan but he clings to the tree, hoping Eric will keep fucking him hard and long.

[onceaviking]

And Eric does, caught up in the blood and the heat enveloping him, the sound of skin hitting skin.

He could go on forever like this. Now that he was robbed of both blood and pussy last night.

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Jay can go on for a fair while with the pounding. That, he's got no problem with but blood loss might become an issue after a bit...

[onceaviking]

He wants to keep going.

But he stops, finally, and bites his own tongue, licking the wounds.

And then he removes his hand from Jay's mouth and licks his lips, leaving them reddened with blood.