There's no question whether he does, but the way he answers is low predatory growl, bearing his teeth and biting down until he can taste of Godric's blood on his own tongue. At the same time, he makes quick work of yanking whatever clothes off that are in the way of them being bare to each other. He needs to feel it, touch it and feed off it.
He wraps an arm around him, letting him have the control that Godric has never been able to afford him. He digs fingers into his back so hard that they'd bruise a lesser creature.
The taste of his own blood draws out a moan from the back of his throat and he raises up to meet him in a kiss.
The clothes come off easily, revealing nothing but the ink underneath. Godric has seen him bare before, plenty of times, but this is the first time in a thousand years that Godric has allowed himself to look on Eric in lust.
He wraps one leg around his waist, holding him close.
His lips travel, smearing blood along his jaw, planting reverent kisses to his neck as he thrusts his cock against Godric's, letting out a heady moan. He's becoming more urgent and it shows in how frantic his movements are becoming.
Normally he would force his lover onto his stomach, but he can't. He wants to look into his maker's eyes, watch to see how he reacts to all the things he wants to do to him and listen to every noise he'll make.
Eric shifts up a little higher, bracing Godric's leg to bring him off the bed more so he can have the room to guide himself inside him.
Godric wouldn't allow it even if he tried. He wants this desperately and
raises his hips up to meet him, pulling him down to kiss him again, tasting
the sweet coppery taste of blood.
He moans his name, sliding one arm behind his head. If he's going to get
fucked, he's going to enjoy it.
Fortunately, he's had practice with the height difference, and he adjusts
himself accordingly. "It's alright," he mutters, lips stained with blood.
The kiss, and the way Godric says his name all feeds into Eric's want. His fingertips press harder into skin and he breathes heavier in anticipation. When he can feel that moment of penetration, those desperate grunts turn into a satisfying sigh. He pushes deeper, a little more with each thrust.
He wants to make this memorable, but there's a reality sinking in that now that he's gotten a taste of this change, that control is going to be hard fought.
Godric has never been this close to Eric. He has shared his blood, his bed, everything with him, but he has never given him this. It feels only right now, as if he'd been holding out on each other.
As soon as he feels Eric inside of him, as soon as the flash of pain gives way to blissful pressure, he meets his gaze, capturing his face as he rocks his hips up into him and wraps his legs around him. "My beautiful one," he murmurs, breath catching in his throat.
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stockwood port: closed to godric
.. if you want.
There's no question whether he does, but the way he answers is low predatory growl, bearing his teeth and biting down until he can taste of Godric's blood on his own tongue. At the same time, he makes quick work of yanking whatever clothes off that are in the way of them being bare to each other. He needs to feel it, touch it and feed off it.
Re: stockwood port: closed to godric
The taste of his own blood draws out a moan from the back of his throat and he raises up to meet him in a kiss.
The clothes come off easily, revealing nothing but the ink underneath. Godric has seen him bare before, plenty of times, but this is the first time in a thousand years that Godric has allowed himself to look on Eric in lust.
He wraps one leg around his waist, holding him close.
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Normally he would force his lover onto his stomach, but he can't. He wants to look into his maker's eyes, watch to see how he reacts to all the things he wants to do to him and listen to every noise he'll make.
Eric shifts up a little higher, bracing Godric's leg to bring him off the bed more so he can have the room to guide himself inside him.
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Godric wouldn't allow it even if he tried. He wants this desperately and raises his hips up to meet him, pulling him down to kiss him again, tasting the sweet coppery taste of blood.
He moans his name, sliding one arm behind his head. If he's going to get fucked, he's going to enjoy it.
Fortunately, he's had practice with the height difference, and he adjusts himself accordingly. "It's alright," he mutters, lips stained with blood.
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He wants to make this memorable, but there's a reality sinking in that now that he's gotten a taste of this change, that control is going to be hard fought.
no subject
As soon as he feels Eric inside of him, as soon as the flash of pain gives way to blissful pressure, he meets his gaze, capturing his face as he rocks his hips up into him and wraps his legs around him. "My beautiful one," he murmurs, breath catching in his throat.