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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[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.

[thenorthman]

Eric was content to keep doing this, the gentle thrust of his hips making certain that desire returned before his erection flagged. In the meantime, the constant laving of his tongue over the open wound was stretching out the time it would take to stop bleeding, and he was enjoying every drop gathered into his mouth.

[winter_wisp]

Winter was panting softly, and his eyes slipped shut.

"I like this very much," he confessed. "I like when you bite, I like your touch... It's good. This is good."

The pixie appeared to be in a state of pure ecstasy.

[thenorthman]

Eric hummed out a low, contended sound, unwilling to stop licking at the wound. It was a rare, beautiful moment, without demand or expectation. Even the lazy roll of his hips was not necessarily supposed to lead to anything; it felt good, and so he did it.

He was, by all accounts, high on pixie blood.

[winter_wisp]

"May I sleep here tonight?" Winter asked. "I don't want to leave."

[thenorthman]

Eric did not want to stop licking at that sweet blood to talk, but he forced himself to, anyway. "You'll have to leave before dawn," he answered. 'Tonight' was not really an applicable word when it came to vampire hours.

[winter_wisp]

"Okay," Winter yawned. "I will slip out before the sun comes."

[thenorthman]

He would, Eric would make sure of that. He licked over that spot over Winter's neck again, but let himself slip out of him, if the pixie was tired. "Sleep," he told him quietly.