thewidewideworld | AU week with Eric

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Sin leads Eric through a door and then another, and up a narrow flight of stairs that seem to be hidden in the walls. To another door that looks like it should be locked but isn't. (Or isn't locked anymore.)

The journey leads them into the roof and a flat section of tiles with a view out over the lake, protected from the breeze by chimneys.

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thewidewideworld

"Some." Sin hangs back, letting Eric do what he recognises as a sweep. "I have a thing for watching the dawn." And this is a very private spot with good escape points.

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onceaviking

"Yes," Eric agrees. "It is. And you'll get to enjoy the dawn in peace. I'll head downstairs before that."

Of course,

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thewidewideworld

"We have half the night yet." Sin leans against the warm bricks of the chimney, his short tunic dress and tights hugging his lean form.

"When first we spoke, you talked about biting me here." His hand rests on his inner thigh. "Is that still an option?"

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onceaviking

Eric gives a small nod.
"Yes. It is."

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thewidewideworld

"Eric," Sin asks, moving towards him with a little sway to his girlish hips. "Would you bite my thigh please?"

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onceaviking

Eric tips his head back a little and with a small tremble of his upper lip, his fangs come down.

"Yes," he says, his voice suddenly husky.
"I will."

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thewidewideworld

Sin sheds his tights and shoes, leaving his little dress on, enchanting his more feminine appearance. He strokes the creamy skin over the vain in invitation.

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onceaviking

"Let's see," Eric says, looking around.
"If you sit here -"

And he picks up Sin, as if he weighed nothing, and carries him a over to the nearest slanting surface, resting him against it.

"There," he says in a low purr. "Much better."

His hands are very big.
And strong.

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thewidewideworld

Sin is light and small as Eric lifts him, leaning back on his elbows as he hitches a leg to offer up his vain. "Vinsamlegast?"

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onceaviking

Eric smiles a little and bends his head.
His lips are cold.
And when he bites, his fangs feel huge and sharp and merciless.

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thewidewideworld

Sin gasps and let's his head fall back. His arousal is rich and warm but he keeps his hands to himself. After the way Eric reacted last time, he waits, letting Eric take what he wants.

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onceaviking

Eric drinks, wetly.
He is hungry. After talking with Emcee (how could so much time have passed?) even more so.

And blood is everything. Food and comfort and joy.

He drinks.

And his hands, holding DSinric in place, are almost gentle.

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thewidewideworld

Sin moans softly and brushes a tentative hand over Eric's hair, "Vinsamlegast Eric, já" he whispers, sliding a hand up to touch his breasts through his dress.

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onceaviking

Maybe Eric notices the movement.
Maybe he is just doing it for his own sake.
Whatever the reason, one of his large hands move up under the tunic to cup Sinric's left breast.

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thewidewideworld

Sin moans deeply. His already hard nipples crinkle and harden more under Eric's cold fingers, his breast warm and soft under his huge hands. His heart quickens, the blood flowing faster.

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onceaviking

And Eric drinks and drinks and drinks, moaning wetly against Sin's skin.

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thewidewideworld

Sin moans, pressing into the touch but little by little, his pulse slows.

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onceaviking

Eric pauses briefly, to bite into his own thumb, and reaches it up, smearing a little blood on Sin's lips.

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thewidewideworld

He purrs and licks the blood from Eric's thumb, sucking the blood from his skin.

He moans and lets his head fall back, the blood starting to work on him. The high his less pronounced this time, perhaps because his low on blood and his body need that first. But he does feel, hear, smell more acutely.