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]

Winter had honestly forgotten about his own clothes- Having been so focused on getting Eric out of his. His hand stilled, and he wet his lips as he decided what to do.

"Oh," he said, tugging on his own t-shirt, then wiggling away so he could sit up.

His hoodie fell to the floor, and he peeled his shirt off over his head in one easy movement. His wings were hidden, but it was instinct to free them while undressing somewhere private. They seemed to almost bloom, shimmering and pale, like fresh ice over a river, stretching out wide. The tips were sharp as diamonds, and the pixie extended them as wide as he could, before folding them neatly against his back.

[thenorthman]

"I like your surprises," Eric confirmed after a beat, and shifted closer to Winter, holding a hand out to brush his fingers against the surface of the wings, behind Winter's back. "Are they sensitive?"

[winter_wisp]

"A little," Winter admitted, hesitating a beat and then extending them a little so Eric could have a better look.

[thenorthman]

Eric's caress over the wing became more firm, allowing himself to truly feel them. Delicate and yet strong, and he pulled his hand back to lift it to the tip of the wing and check that it was as sharp as it looked. He hardly felt the cut, they were so sharp, and he smiled before sucking on his finger, letting the cut heal. "They're beautiful," he stated, looking back into Winter's face.

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked pleased by the praise, and he lay them flat against his back again as he moved closer to Eric.

"They are beautiful," he agreed, always proud of his wings. "They're dangerous too though, nearly as sharp as your teeth, I imagine."

[thenorthman]

"Sharper," Eric replied without a doubt. So sharp he had hardly felt the slice, whereas his bite hurt. His fangs were nowhere near as thin, and worked as much on account of his strength as on account of their sharpness.

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked pleased to hear it, and he grinned as he moved closer still.

Greedy fingers explored skin, dancing over Eric's shoulders, then over his chest. He liked the way Eric felt under his hands, like the way his magic was drawn to the other creature- As if his power was as curious as he himself was.

[thenorthman]

Eric smiled slightly at the curious energy behind Winter's touch, his own a lot steadier, firmer. From his shoulders and down his thin torso, so his hands could busy themselves opening Winter's fly.

[winter_wisp]

Winter was silent as Eric opened his trousers, suddenly still and a touch nervous. His new way of being made him feel so bold- Right until this moment.

Maybe he wasn't as changed as he'd thought.

Not wanting to let fear best him, Winter leaned in and kissed Eric hard, cupping the vampire's face in his hands and groaning deeply. All he needed was that little spark and he'd be fine. That eager seed of wanting taking back over and causing him to groan as he let his own hands return to the task of undressing Eric.

[thenorthman]

Eric met the hardness of Winter's kiss and took over, licking into the pixie's mouth as they managed to get each other out of the rest of their clothes. His hands were cool on Winter's heated flesh, even as his fingers curled around the pixie's length to stroke him a few times.

[winter_wisp]

It felt nice to be touched. ...Better than nice- And somehow it all felt a bit new again. Though Winter supposed that made sense. His body had changed, it wasn't so odd that things might feel different now.

The pixie groaned into the kiss, letting Eric take over.

[thenorthman]

The vampire's free hand stroked down the surface of a wing. "I don't suppose being on your back would be very comfortable."

[winter_wisp]

"Are you worried they'll be crushed?" Winter asked. "They are uncrushable. I am uncrushable. ...I can lay however I like."

[thenorthman]

Eric had been thinking of comfort levels, rather than injury, but if the pixie didn't mind, he kissed him again, using his forward momentum to push him down onto the bed so Eric could stretch above him once more. His kisses moved back to Winter's neck, blunt teeth nipping at soft skin as his hand kept stroking his length. "Would you like me to fuck you, Winter?" he asked, the breath with which he said the words brushing against his ear.

[winter_wisp]

There was a moment, just a moment, where Winter was terrified. Not of Eric, but of this, what he was doing, where he'd wandered, his whole new sense of self. A tiny part of him wanted to say no, to run off into the night, bare as the day he was born and as small as he could possibly make himself.

The rest of him though- The rest of him felt so alive, no longer ice, but pure heat. It was enough to make him glow faintly, blue light shining through white skin.

"Yes," he said softly, his breath hitching and his hips lifting up slightly. "Yes, I want that."

[thenorthman]

That reaction - that blue glow - was something else, and Eric straightened up to admire Winter for a beat, hand still moving lazily over his cock. Then he let go and was gone one moment, and back the next with a bottle of lube, squeezing some out into his hand before wrapping it back around Winter.

[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.