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[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric walks through the night time garden without looking back, picking his way towards a sheltered stand of sakura. In the moonlit night, the flowers take on a translucent quality, like snow caught in the act of falling.

The Spring air still holds enough of a chill for his nipples to harden beneath his clothes but that could as easily be the anticipation of the serpent following him.

Still not looking back, his starts to unlace the tight bodice, peeling in back from one shoulder.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Also?" Sinric purrs, arching his neck and pressing his creamy thigh against Eric's clad one. "Perhaps you should take what you desire."

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and snaps his hips forward, his jeans harsh against Sinric's soft skin.
And then he bites him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cries out in a sound far more pain than pleasure. But he doesn't try to pull away.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs a large hand down Sinric's front as his mouth pills on the wounds.

[thewidewideworld]

His nipples harden further to the touch, his body so small and delicate under Eric's hands.

[onceaviking]

Such a tiny, little, fragile thing.

Eric likes tiny fragile things.


He reaches down between them to unzip his jeans.

[thewidewideworld]

Tiny. Fragile. Threshold. Panting. Needy.

He pulls his skirts up a little higher, nothing beneath them but cream skin and human heat.

[onceaviking]

Eric is cold and hard against him. And the pull of his mouth turns lighter.
Gentler.

[thewidewideworld]

The gentleness is greeted with a sweet little sigh, appreciative and warm.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his hands down to Sinric's hip and presses against him as his mouth keeps working his neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts to his toes, lifting his rear to better fit against Eric, offering himself up. In more than one way.

[onceaviking]

And Eric takes him.
Slowly and surely, with a small sound of hunger.

[thewidewideworld]

The moan of pleasure that comes from Sinric is sweet and high, and not so small. He closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling of being taken, of being stretched and reshaped in the taking.

[onceaviking]

And Eric fills him as his lips stayed glued to his skin, tasking every change in Sinric's body.

[thewidewideworld]

Arousal fills him as Eric does, sweetening his blood. It isn't quite enough to make him hard, it's not easy for Sinric without the right care and incentive. But that doesn't mean he isn't feeling pleasure.

His blood might have changed since last they did this last - it's been a hard few years that he's only now recovering from.

[onceaviking]

Luckily, Eric's concern about others enjoyment only extends so far as to whether they're in on it or not.

Here at least.

Besides, he is also busy feeding, loosing himself in nuances of taste. There're differences, but that's good. He likes new things.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushes back against him, pushing onto his toes to better the angle of Eric inside him to reach the seat of pleasure within him. He shudders, the sensation subtly sweetening the arousal of his blood.

[onceaviking]

And Eric might even accommodate him, shifting a little as well.

After all, it makes the blood flow faster.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric rocks on his toes, fucking himself against Eric in tiny shifts of his weight.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls against his sticky and damp skin.

[thewidewideworld]

"As you take of me," Sinric grasps, between breathless moans. "Should I not take of you. Is that- oh! Not fair?"

[onceaviking]

"It was not," Eric whispers, as he slides one hand up to curl lightly around the back of Sintics neck - a caress as well as a reminder that he could easily, very easily, kill him - "a complaint."

[thewidewideworld]

There's a shiver of something like fear that dances down his spine and through his blood. Something that still clings to his scarred soul when it comes to his neck. He tightens around Eric, biting back a moan.

[onceaviking]

Oh, but he likes that taste.

And thrusts into Sinric, angling his hips a little.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's blood runs a little slower now, his little body moving with Eric's thrusts, forced into the tips of his toes.