Eric

[winter_wisp]

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It seemed to happen so fast, and Winter made a small sound of surprise as he hit the bed. ...Though that sound was soon followed by a low moan of pleasure.

This was new. Phouka was always careful and slow, cautious and wary of spooking Winter or hurting him. It was how he knew Phouka loved him. ...But maybe sometimes you didn't need to be loved to be wanted. ...Maybe it could just be lust. Maybe it could be greedy desire.

The thought made the pixie groan softly, thin fingers raking through Eric's hair and then holding on tight.

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[winter_wisp]

the friction stopped, then changed, but it was still good. Better even. Need crept through him, making him shift and whimper with wanton little sounds. His fingers reached for the vampire, thin fingers touching all the skin they could reach.

[thenorthman]

When Winter reached for him, Eric shifted to stretch over him again, dipping his head to lick a wide stripe over a nipple. His hand let go of Winter's cock to fondle his balls, very clearly making his way to prepping him, but in no rush.

He liked the sounds Winter was making in the meantime.

[winter_wisp]

Soft touches turned sharp, nails digging into skin as the wanton sounds grew louder and the pixie became more and more desperate for it.

"Please," he panted. "I want it, please," he babbled, fingers moving from Eric's shoulders to his neck, then into his hair. Blunt nails scratched at his scalp as he tangled his fingers in his hair and pulled.

[thenorthman]

Eric brushed his fingers over the pixie's puckered hole, then slid one in, and grazed his teeth over his nipple, watching his face.

[winter_wisp]

Winter tensed, but only for a moment.

"Yes," he panted, magic tinting his voice with pure lust.

[thenorthman]

The magic, not being necromancy, washed through Eric without finding anything to hang onto, and he slid his finger in deeper, still paying lavish attention to the pixie's nipple as he let him relax, so he could soon add a second digit.

[winter_wisp]

The pixie's breath hitched and caught in his throat, melting into a low moan of pleasure as he used his grip on Eric's hair to pull him up for a hard kiss.

[thenorthman]

Eric shifted up into that kiss, making it as forceful as the pixie allowed. He fucked his fingers into Winter harder, taking his cues from the kiss, and his body's reactions as a whole.

[winter_wisp]

Winter's body sang, and the pixie lit up even brighter as his hips rolled and his lips parted.

He needed this. Needed it.

[thenorthman]

This was definitely like nothing Eric had ever experienced, and any novelty was to be cherished. He slid a third finger in, sucking on Winter's tongue for a beat before moving on to kiss and bite at his neck - with blunt teeth, and not strong enough to really mark.

[winter_wisp]

"Please," Winter gasped. "I'm ready. I want you. I'm ready..."

Pale limbs wrapped around the vampire, and the pixie was pure warmth and heat as he pulled Eric closer.

[thenorthman]

All the hotter against Eric's cool skin, and he forced himself away from Winter's neck, pulling his fingers out of him so he could squeeze some lube out onto his cock. Then he hooked one of the pixie's legs over his shoulder, the other one on his elbow, and steered himself into his delicious heat.

[winter_wisp]

It wasn't painful, but it was a touch rougher than he was used to- And for the first time he could understand why Finlay seemed so keen to be hurt when he was chasing pleasure. It almost made the pixie want to feel the sting of Eric's bite again, not that he could find the words to say so.

Instead he moaned, the heel of his foot digging into Eric's back just a bit.

[thenorthman]

Then it was lucky for Winter that Eric was of the sort to mix sex and blood as often as possible. For now, he set up a steady, unforgiving rhythm, hips snapping with no more speed or force than a human might've mustered. He resisted the urge to click out his fangs for now, focusing on the sensation of fucking the glowing pixie.

[winter_wisp]

Each thrust drew a groan from him, and he whimpered as he squirmed and rocked to meet him.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes... Yes, more..."

He was babbling, but he didn't care. It just felt so good and right in that moment. ...And he'd so badly needed something to feel right tonight.

[thenorthman]

Eric licked at the sweet skin of his neck, breathing in that fantastic spicy scent of his. More? Of course, he could comply - and in several different ways. "Will you let me bite you again?" he asked without pausing in the fucking.

[winter_wisp]

"Yes!" Winter groaned, nodding as much as he could and reaching between their bodies to take himself in hand.

[thenorthman]

Eric grinned at the enthusiasm of the answer, but twisted fingers in Winter's hair to stop him from nodding, so he could click out his fangs and bite in. No preparation now, just the sharp pain of it, and the beautiful taste of Winter's blood flooding his senses. This was like nothing else, and he kept on fucking the pixie as he drank from him.

[winter_wisp]

The pain of it hit him hard, and his whole body responded to it, from his toes to the sharp tips of his ears. He didn't mean to let himself go so fast, but this was new to him, and he came hard, spilling over his fingers and against Eric's belly.

[thenorthman]

It was not the first time Eric's bite had that effect on whoever he was fucking, and he wasn't surprised, only appreciative. His hips picked up the pace, faster without being harder, more sensations rather than added pain. He lost himself in the taste of Winter for a few long seconds before allowing himself to come, hips stuttering with his orgasm.

[winter_wisp]

It was wonderful, and Winter let out a soft whimper of pure pleasure. It was low and gentle, but it still somehow managed to echo and fill the room.

[thenorthman]

The sound felt as if it buzzed through Eric, and he had to force himself to look up from Winter's neck, instead of keeping drinking. There was blood on his fangs and lips, and he licked at them as he caught his unnecessary breath. The pixie's blood seemed to be blowing everything out of proportion, making his already enhanced sensations all the more entrancing. His pupils were blown, and he chuckled, a low, happy sound.

[winter_wisp]

Drowsy and spent, Winter watched him through half lidded eyes.

"It was good?" he asked quietly, aware he was no master of anything in the bedroom.

[thenorthman]

Blood was still slightly oozing from the wound in Winter's neck, and Eric licked at it, hips still shifting gently, rhythmically. "Better than," he answered honestly. It wasn't the fuck in itself so much as the blood, but they went together in his mind.

[winter_wisp]

Winter made a content sound, enjoying the lingering waves of pleasure and the flick of Eric's tongue over wounded skin.