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To the east of the garden, hidden between the trees is what looks from the outside like small and simple marquee.

But inside it is something very different. Large as any room inside the bar, the floor is covered with richly patterned carpets, as soft underfoot as grass. The walls are draped with the finest silks. Silver lanterns hung from the roof cast geometric patterns from their cut work sides, coloured rainbow hues by glass inserts.

At the room's centre is a raised dais spread with silks and furs, cushions and bolsters; a bed worthy of a king.

Sinric waits by the door, dressed in a flowing silk robe of rich gold and scarlet, his hair elaborately braided away from his neck and a mask of lace covering his eyes.

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onceaviking

His efforts get a low, deep purr, as Eric slides his big hands down his sides to tilt his hips a little more.

Going deep.

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thewidewideworld

That draws a sweet cry from Sinric, throwing his head back against the lush pillows. He's still only partially hard but that doesn't matter to him. Pleasure is pleasure, whether he reaches the climax of other men or not.

His blood runs hot and fast, flavoured by his desire.

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onceaviking

His blood floods Eric's mouth as he moves, and he swallows, mentally biting down on his rising urge to just tear him apart.

He repeats the motion that seemed to draw the greatest reaction. It'll have to be his last mouthful. Such is the terms when you're dealing with little, delicate things.

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thewidewideworld

Just there! That sweet spot within him that causes his senses to sing. Unaware of Eric's urges, or the way his body is starting to strain against bloodloss. Only that Eric moving inside him blocks out all other thought.

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onceaviking

Eric swallows one last time and then he bit's down on his own tongue to lick the wounds closed.

But he keeps up the movements.
It's only sensible, to make sure he'll come back for more.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric is happy to be fucked for as long as Eric is willing. There will be no obvious end point for him as there might be for other so it is up to Eric when he has had enough.

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onceaviking

He listens to him as he keeps moving. Both his vocal sounds and the sounds if his body, his blood, his bones.

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thewidewideworld

His voice is high and sweet, a singing bird. His body is lean and finely toned, a dancer and a thing of pleasure. He flexes to meet Eric's thrusts, clenching just so to milk Eric's pleasure from him.

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onceaviking

Eric's upper lip twitches as he feels Sinric flex around him.

This probably isn't the best idea.

Not that that will stop him.

He runs his cool (not cold) lips along his jaw.

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thewidewideworld

"You warm." Sinric whispers in breathless Greek. "Or do I grow cold."

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onceaviking

"Both," Eric replies in the same tongue.
"Your heat is warming me."

And when he brushes his lips against Sinric's lips this time, he leave a trace of his own blood behind.

Just a little.

He isn't sure how the little bird will cope.

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thewidewideworld

The taste of blood is still a shock to him but he finds himself licking away.

Eric's blood doesn't act suddenly on him as it might to others, or in another place. It comes over him slowly, strangely, like strong wine and the light-headedness of orgasm. He blinks once, twice, his body mending as a strange warmth spreads through him. "Oh..."

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onceaviking

Eric smiles, his mouth still painted red with blood.
He also slides a cool hand up Sinric's chest. Steadying.
Or not.

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thewidewideworld

He clenching tightly around Eric as the big, cool hand move over his breast. His nipples harden, drawing a soft gasp from the sweet youth.

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onceaviking

Eric makes a small growling sound and moves his hips in a slow, rolling movement.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric whimpers sweetly. The blood makes him hot and needy. He arches up to kiss Eric, at least the bits of Eric he can reach - his neck, his cheek, his shoulders.

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onceaviking

And Eric bites him again as he moves even deeper.
He can afford a little more. Now.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric barely notices the bite, his skin on fire with sensation. It ripples through him wildly, making him thrum with energy.

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onceaviking

He drinks, as he keeps moving his hands, his hips.
Increasing the pace slowly but surely.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric loses himself in the sensation, all but keening. He feels too much, has too little control. He isn't sure what to do but cling to Eric's strong arms and ride it out.

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onceaviking

Eric takes one final swallow and licks Sinric's skin closed and clean, still stroking his back and sides and front slowly.

He can all but feel him vibrate.

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thewidewideworld

That's a good word for it. Sinric is practically buzzing. He can't tell what he wants any more. Or what he's feeling, only that its almost more than he can bear.

But Eric's heavy hands do help to ground him somewhat.