The things we do out of grief

[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric leads Eric out to the garden, both beautiful and eerie in the moonlight. Just as Eric is.

He walks to a spot in the edge of the tree line, not quite where he saw Eric and Athelstan but quite near. "How-" He cuts himself off and tries again. "What would you have of me?"

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[thewidewideworld]

In his small struggles, the neck of his tunic has fallen from his shoulder, revealing one small but distinctly feminine breast, the nipple dusky against his pale skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his hand from Sinric's face and down his shoulder.
His thumb briefly follows the upper swell of Sinric's small breast.

[thewidewideworld]

The shiver that goes through him is unmistakablu pleasure, his large nipple hardening.

[onceaviking]

Eric hums against his skin and repeats the motion. Slower this time.

[thewidewideworld]

He gasps softly, his heart still racing but no longer with fear. Or at least, not only with fear. He lifts his shoulders ever so slightly, subconsciously inviting more. Or at least submitting to more.

[onceaviking]

Eric slowly circles his nipple with a cool fingers as he mouths the shin on his neck.

He still won't be able to drink deeply.
But he might be able to ensure that there will be a second time.

[thewidewideworld]

His breathing quickens, turning his face away a little to hide the flush across his cheeks. Partly of want and partly of shame for desiring to submit to this man.

[onceaviking]

"There, there,", Eric says, soothingly, in Sinric's own tongue.
"I won't hurt you."

[thewidewideworld]

He looks up in surprise as Eric speaks to him in Greek. His dark eyes shine, caught between running and wanting.

Eric may need to make the decision for him.

[onceaviking]

Eric briefly moves his mouth away from Sinric's neck and gives him a light kiss instead.
His lips are still bloody, painted with Sinric's blood and perhaps still a drop or two of his own.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric opens himself to the kiss with a sweet little gasp, tasting the iron tang of their blood.

He moans softly, the blood quickening strangely in him. He feels his own desire quicken, drawn to Eric, opening to him.

[onceaviking]

Eric deepens the kiss, just a little.
Keep him wanting.

His lips are cool and smooth.
And his fangs are still down.

[thewidewideworld]

The ivory cold of Eric's fangs brush against the heat of his lips, drawing a slightly sharper gasp from him. A spike of fear adds to his scent.

[onceaviking]

He is so tempting.

Eric makes a small, purry sound and pulls Sinric closer.
He is not unlike other men it seems, this cold monster from the high North.
Warm lips makes him hard.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric already has a weakness for northern men. Their strength, their insistence, their self assurance.

His knees tremble a little as Eric pulls him closer, a sweet little deer.

In his trembling, his lip moves against Eric's, grazed by the sharp tip of his fang.

[onceaviking]

Sweet blood. Sweet, pure blood.

Eric tangles his fingers in Sinric's long hair and bites him again, pressing one muscular thigh between his legs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers softly, not protesting. In fact he spreads his legs a little to let Eric settle between them.

His hair is soft and silky in Eric's hand, his blood flowing fast. The heat of his exposured breast presses against Eric's shoulder.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves against him, swallowing the blood as it fills his mouth.

And then he regretfully pulls back a little, to bite down on his own tongue so he can lick the bites closed.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers again, a little limp in his arms. His lips are full and red, oozing blood where Eric's fang grazed him. His breasts too are full and swollen, aching to be touched.

[onceaviking]

Eric licks Sinric's lips again and turns him around, so his back is resting against Eric's front. Leaving his hands free to move up and gently cup his breasts.

Just that. Just a light touch.

[thewidewideworld]

He presses back against Eric, arching up into the feather light touches. His breasts are small, not unlike Emcee's when he was a woman, small and high and full. And so very warm to the touch.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his cool lips up the side of Sinric's neck.
He is tempted to bite him again. But he had better not.

[thewidewideworld]

He moves a little against Eric, not grinding exactly so much as enjoying the feel of being spread.

Eric's cold lips make his skin break out in tingling with goose bumps. He presses his breasts into Eric's hand.

[onceaviking]

"You like this, don't you?" Eric murmurs in his ear.

He knows the power of hearing words in the language your heart and your belly speaks.

[thewidewideworld]

His whimper is answer enough. All of his nerves are alight, the slightest touch rushing over him like a wave.

Eric's voice; sultry and deep makes him even more weak with desire.