Night games with Eric

[runningred]

{{ooc: from here}}

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.

Comments

[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.

[runningred]

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."

[runningred]

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.

[runningred]

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.

[runningred]

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.

[runningred]

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.

[runningred]

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.

[runningred]

Jay whimpers, weak with blood-loss but his eyes are clear. He doesn't move just yet, letting Eric decide if he's going to feed Jay any of this blood or let him recover.

[onceaviking]

The wounds on his tongue are closed, but it would be a shame to waste what of his blood is already there. And so he leans in, offering his mouth - and the blood there - for the taking.

Because he might have been a little rough.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head and kisses him slowly, licking the blood of Eric's lips. He doesn't lick him completely clean. Part of him wants to keep a degree of soreness earned from the game and his forfeit. But walking back to the bar on his own would be good. He'd have to come back for the bike.

[onceaviking]

Eric holds still. Letting him.
He even kisses back, just a little. Parting his lips.

Despite the amount of blood he's had, his lips are still cool.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles a little roughly and leans back on the tree. "Fuck, you're dangerous." He breathes, a little stoned as the blood high kicks in. "I never know what to expect."

[onceaviking]

"You were better at this than I expected," Eric murmurs.
"I had to work for it."