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]

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.