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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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[onceaviking]

And Eric bites him again, letting his hot blood fill his mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

His blood runs thick and fast now, it's volume renewed by Eric's blood. Sinric whimpers, feeling the piecing pressure of Eric's fangs, the draw of his lips.

[onceaviking]

And Eric drinks.
And then he stops.

And licks his skin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shivers, all but feeling the texture of Eric's tongue on his skin. He moves, pushing back against Eric to drive himself onto that marble manhood.

[onceaviking]

Eric holds still and lets him.
Looking down at their joined bodies.

[thewidewideworld]

It may seem strange to Eric but Sinric isn't aroused. Not in the physical sense of being hard. His blood tells a very different story however. His blood says that he's feeling pleasure very deeply if differently, because of what and who he is.

[onceaviking]

And blood never lies.
Any vampire knows this.


Eric growls softly, his face wet with blood.

[thewidewideworld]

The growl sends a ripple of fear through Sinric's body, through his blood and he pushes himself back harder.

[onceaviking]

This time, the sound is a pleased, growly purr.

[thewidewideworld]

Strangely, that only intensifies the sensation of fight or flight. And little little bird isn't one to fight. He trembles through the haze of overwrought sensation brought on by Eric's blood, his heart racing.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hold turns light, his hands barely touching Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Without the firmness of Eric's embrace, Sinric seems to fall forward but doesn't. He lowers himself, slipping from Eric's hardness to stand, swaying a little as his skirts fall to cover him again.

He doesn't run but makes himself turn, makes himself look up at Eric.

His bodice is still open, one breast tantalisingly half revealed and the join of neck and shoulder still slick with blood even as the wound closes.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans in and softly licks at Sinric's neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shudder warmly, his breath catching and pulse dancing. His hands fall to Eric's waist to steady himself. Almost arching to be bitten again.

[onceaviking]

Eric nuzzles at the wet skin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes a softly pleased sound, arching his neck.

[onceaviking]

And Eric bites him again.

Of course he does.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cries out, soft and sweet. His hands fist in Eric's shirt, hair falling over his shoulder like spun silk.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his fingers into his hair, reveling in its smoothness.

[thewidewideworld]

That draws a long, warm sigh from him. His blood flows into Eric's mouth, sweet and hotter now, renewed by Eric's blood.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks, hungrily.
Eagerly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hangs heavily in Eric's arms, just letting it happen, letting himself enjoy it.

[onceaviking]

And once again he gets to the point where he has to licks the wounds closed.

Lick the skin clean.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sags in his arms, breathing slowly and he pulls himself together. He runs a gentle hand over Eric's arm, letting him know he's strong enough to stand.

[onceaviking]

And Eric lets go, taking a step back, as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.