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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[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.

[onceaviking]

And Eric allows himself another shallow bite, pinching a nipple as he bites down.
Offering distraction of sorts.

[thewidewideworld]

The pinch gets more of a reaction than the bite, filling the air with the scent of his desire and the soft girlish cries of pleasure.

[onceaviking]

Eric rumbles, close to his ear. Stroking one huge hand up the side of his face, while the other keeps teasing a nipple.

Just two more sips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric doesn't quite have Jay's masochistic issues. The rumble sends a jolt of fear through him more then pleasure but he doesn't try to pull away. Between the cold teasing hand and that little bit of Eric's blood, he isn't sure what he feels, only that it's powerful.

[onceaviking]

Eric licks Sinric's neck thoroughly and lets go of him.
He wipes. His own mouth with the back of his hand.
It comes away bloody. Always a messy eater.

And curious to see what the little tweety bird will do now.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric leans forward, bracing his hands on his knees to keep from falling. He is very small and very susceptible to the effects of blood loss.

He glances back over his shoulder, pulling his fallen tunic up over his breast. His expression is that of a shamed whore or slighted girl, abashed and flushed.

[onceaviking]

"Shh ," Eric says, soothingly. The way he would if Sinric had been a young girl.

Running a cool finger down the side of his cheek.

[thewidewideworld]

He turns his face into the touch, shuddering a little. "Would you like me to go, sir?"

[onceaviking]

"I think you should sit down a little while first," Eric says, as he retracts his fangs with a loud click.