Lord Chris Sonom (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
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[There's a softer look in Chris' eye for the thoughtfulness offered and he smiles a bit in acknowledgement. He and Kyle were friends now, but that didn't make the memory of that dark alley any more pleasant. This one, however, would likely be far better.]
Oh, now that I'm sure I can do.
[The hand not on Erik's hip moves up to brush his jaw, then curl around his shoulder to give a subtle pull closer.]
As you like, my lord.
Oh, now that I'm sure I can do.
[The hand not on Erik's hip moves up to brush his jaw, then curl around his shoulder to give a subtle pull closer.]
As you like, my lord.
[Erik will never deny that he is a predator, and that the scent of fear triggers hunger in him. But the human part of his psyche has no desire for feeding on an unwilling, struggling meal. It's much more pleasant to lure his target in with mutual respect, to feel them heat up with their own desire. It makes the blood taste so sweet.]
Don't hold back for me.
[Sparks light in his eyes as Chris utters those intoxicating words. Never has being called lord made him thrum so powerfully with lust. And that subtle pull breaks the last of his restraint. He must hear this delicious man moaning for him. He needs that like burning, and that need translates into his fist tightening into Chris's hair once more.
Leaning in, his tongue draws a crisscrossing line over Chris's pulse, tasting the flutter like a cat lapping from a saucer. Then his lips part and close around the newly wetted spot, slow and savoring while he sucks heat to the surface. And while the skin is still sucked tight, his top fangs prick two perfect, shallow holes. He soothes the sting immediately with more licks, encouraging the blood to flow to the surface for him in tasty little dew drops.]
Don't hold back for me.
[Sparks light in his eyes as Chris utters those intoxicating words. Never has being called lord made him thrum so powerfully with lust. And that subtle pull breaks the last of his restraint. He must hear this delicious man moaning for him. He needs that like burning, and that need translates into his fist tightening into Chris's hair once more.
Leaning in, his tongue draws a crisscrossing line over Chris's pulse, tasting the flutter like a cat lapping from a saucer. Then his lips part and close around the newly wetted spot, slow and savoring while he sucks heat to the surface. And while the skin is still sucked tight, his top fangs prick two perfect, shallow holes. He soothes the sting immediately with more licks, encouraging the blood to flow to the surface for him in tasty little dew drops.]
[He keeps relatively still as Erik leans in and there's certainly in increase in the rate of his pulse for the anticipation and some latent part of his mind that says his morals shouldn't be letting this happen...but his morality has always been a little questionable and the feeling of a tongue on his neck has him squeezing Erik's hip.
Hickeys were some of his favorite marks to wear and his eyes close for the feeling. But then there's more, a sting that earns a pleased gasp.]
Going slow...what a gentleman.
[He has a high pain tolerance, certainly, but it just makes the feeling of a tongue swiping at the stinging spot sweeter and his voice a bit more breathy than it was before.]
Hickeys were some of his favorite marks to wear and his eyes close for the feeling. But then there's more, a sting that earns a pleased gasp.]
Going slow...what a gentleman.
[He has a high pain tolerance, certainly, but it just makes the feeling of a tongue swiping at the stinging spot sweeter and his voice a bit more breathy than it was before.]
[He murmurs, his lips skimming against Chris's skin as he shapes the words slowly:] Savoring the moment...
[He punctuates that with a lingering stroke of his tongue over the wounds, harder and rougher. There's so much to savor in those noises. Each little gasp and squeeze makes him burn inside. And now, with new blood in him, a flush is rising in his own skin--like he's coming alive.]
I could lap you up like this for hours.
[He punctuates that with a lingering stroke of his tongue over the wounds, harder and rougher. There's so much to savor in those noises. Each little gasp and squeeze makes him burn inside. And now, with new blood in him, a flush is rising in his own skin--like he's coming alive.]
I could lap you up like this for hours.
[Whether it's the motion or the words, one or both of them earn a shudder from him and gooseflesh down his neck and arms. His next breath is strained and his fingers abandon their hold on Erik's shoulder to stroke through his hair instead.]
Is that what you'd like? Keep me under tongue for so long I start to squirm and beg? I don't make a habit of begging for anything.
[The hand at Erik's hip finally makes a nuisance of itself as though to prove his words and slips back to grab at Erik's ass, Chris' long arms making up some for the fact he wasn't willing to move his neck from the other man's mouth. Not yet.]
Is that what you'd like? Keep me under tongue for so long I start to squirm and beg? I don't make a habit of begging for anything.
[The hand at Erik's hip finally makes a nuisance of itself as though to prove his words and slips back to grab at Erik's ass, Chris' long arms making up some for the fact he wasn't willing to move his neck from the other man's mouth. Not yet.]
[A low rumbling chuckle rises from Erik, and he drags his tongue aside to taste the way Chris's flesh prickles and rises.]
I'd love nothing more. A real challenge makes victory taste much... [Lick.] sweeter... [kiss.]
[The hard muscle beneath Chris's wandering hand clenches tight, and Erik's eyes spark with delight at the daring. Lord Sonom is no wilting flower and that's just how Erik likes it.]
I wonder how long I could make it last. Maybe I'd keep going, even after I break you. Make you beg me over and over.
[His mouth closes over the new spot he's chosen, not puncturing it with fangs, but sucking hard intending to leave a different kind of mark, one that will linger and turn shades. One he won't have to heal up when he's done. He likes the idea of Chris walking out of here wearing his handiwork for all to see. One more piece of art in this gallery]
I'd love nothing more. A real challenge makes victory taste much... [Lick.] sweeter... [kiss.]
[The hard muscle beneath Chris's wandering hand clenches tight, and Erik's eyes spark with delight at the daring. Lord Sonom is no wilting flower and that's just how Erik likes it.]
I wonder how long I could make it last. Maybe I'd keep going, even after I break you. Make you beg me over and over.
[His mouth closes over the new spot he's chosen, not puncturing it with fangs, but sucking hard intending to leave a different kind of mark, one that will linger and turn shades. One he won't have to heal up when he's done. He likes the idea of Chris walking out of here wearing his handiwork for all to see. One more piece of art in this gallery]
If you could break me, dear sir. The last and only to succeed was an actual demon of lust. You might find your work cut out. But the challenge is enticing.
[His breathy chuckle gives away how pleased he is for that clench and his hand slides up to find the hem of his pants and slip inside instead, more than a little grateful he'd chosen to leave Erik's pants open. It made making a nuisance of wandering fingers against warming skin much easier. They slide down along the firm muscle of his ass and toy a touch along the inside of one cheek.]
I wonder what- ah!
[His fingers in Erik's hair grip tight as they can for the mark sucked into his neck and he leans into it. He's not sure about wearing the bite marks themselves, not yet, but bruises. Oh, bruises could most certainly stay. He liked marks on any day, but marks placed by people who caught his eye so thoroughly...he'd wear them with the pride and honor they deserved.
He pulls slightly, invitation for Erik to pull back, if he will, so Chris might reclaim his mouth with an eager delve of his tongue.]
[His breathy chuckle gives away how pleased he is for that clench and his hand slides up to find the hem of his pants and slip inside instead, more than a little grateful he'd chosen to leave Erik's pants open. It made making a nuisance of wandering fingers against warming skin much easier. They slide down along the firm muscle of his ass and toy a touch along the inside of one cheek.]
I wonder what- ah!
[His fingers in Erik's hair grip tight as they can for the mark sucked into his neck and he leans into it. He's not sure about wearing the bite marks themselves, not yet, but bruises. Oh, bruises could most certainly stay. He liked marks on any day, but marks placed by people who caught his eye so thoroughly...he'd wear them with the pride and honor they deserved.
He pulls slightly, invitation for Erik to pull back, if he will, so Chris might reclaim his mouth with an eager delve of his tongue.]
I'm not daunted. The work is most of the fun. I would like to see how I stack up against a lust demon. What a colorful bedmate that must have been. Oh, yesss
[That last turns into a hiss as the man's fingers finds him very sensitive to intimate exploring touch.
And as the hiss dies, his lips pull into a wide split of a smile that he presses pointedly into the mark he's left on Chris's neck, so he can feel just how smugly Erik is enjoying stealing the words out of his mouth.
When Chris pulls on him, he does finally draw back, happily letting himself be swept up in his kiss. Chris may yet taste the fine tang of copper still coating Erik's mouth as his tongue delves in.]
[That last turns into a hiss as the man's fingers finds him very sensitive to intimate exploring touch.
And as the hiss dies, his lips pull into a wide split of a smile that he presses pointedly into the mark he's left on Chris's neck, so he can feel just how smugly Erik is enjoying stealing the words out of his mouth.
When Chris pulls on him, he does finally draw back, happily letting himself be swept up in his kiss. Chris may yet taste the fine tang of copper still coating Erik's mouth as his tongue delves in.]
[He shouldn't moan for the taste of his own blood still lingering in Erik's mouth, it shouldn't be enticing...and yet he finds it most certainly is in the same way he'd loved the feeling of it there when someone's fist hit just right in the middle of a bar brawl he'd started.
Those days were behind him...but that rush still runs through him like it was called by the flavor and Chris presses all the more into Erik for it: stepping into his space to press him back against the wall with a knee between the vampire's thighs.
Eventually, he at least needs breath and he pulls back again even as his fingers still keep a tight hold on Erik's hair.
His green eyes are nearly black from desire when he seeks to meet Erik's gaze again.]
I think...if I'm not careful, I might find you a bit intoxicating.
[And he's not sure which is worse: that fact or the fact he's not sure he wants to be careful.]
Those days were behind him...but that rush still runs through him like it was called by the flavor and Chris presses all the more into Erik for it: stepping into his space to press him back against the wall with a knee between the vampire's thighs.
Eventually, he at least needs breath and he pulls back again even as his fingers still keep a tight hold on Erik's hair.
His green eyes are nearly black from desire when he seeks to meet Erik's gaze again.]
I think...if I'm not careful, I might find you a bit intoxicating.
[And he's not sure which is worse: that fact or the fact he's not sure he wants to be careful.]
[Can a kiss taste smug? Perhaps it can, since the shape of Erik's mouth curls into a definitely smug grin as he listens to Chris moan, and feels the press between his thighs. He could be as immovable as stone if he wished, but he lets himself be crowded up against the wall quite happily.
When Chris pulls back for air, Erik shifts one hand out of the man's hair, to cup the side of his cheek and stroke a thumb tenderly beneath one of his deep green eyes. He could lose himself in such dark pools of desire, so easily.]
I assure you, my dear Lord Sonom, you are the intoxicating one.
When Chris pulls back for air, Erik shifts one hand out of the man's hair, to cup the side of his cheek and stroke a thumb tenderly beneath one of his deep green eyes. He could lose himself in such dark pools of desire, so easily.]
I assure you, my dear Lord Sonom, you are the intoxicating one.
[He gets the pin and...laughs in spite of himself. Then immediately attaches it to the collar of his jacket. Probably shouldn't poke holes in a leather jacket but it's fine.]
aren't you fucking hilarious?
it lives on my jacket now
aren't you fucking hilarious?
it lives on my jacket now
What are you talking about? I don't have a sense of humor.
Good.
Good.
you're a dirty rotten liar
i don't hate it
just you
i don't hate it
just you
screw off, asshole.
[ Please don't. He needs this in his life. ]
[ Please don't. He needs this in his life. ]
hells no
you started this
i'm gonna
[What was he going to do? What had the right amount of punch but softly enough it wasn't actually mean?]
i'm gonna magic all your shite red so you can't find anything
is that just aggressive-aggressive?
you started this
i'm gonna
[What was he going to do? What had the right amount of punch but softly enough it wasn't actually mean?]
i'm gonna magic all your shite red so you can't find anything
is that just aggressive-aggressive?
[ ....He's impressed and kind of touched. ]
That would be really annoying.
That would be really annoying.
[He knows Erik only moves because he lets them move, there's immeasurable strength in him Chris can't deny he finds appealing. Just one more thing on the list of marks for this man Chris had not been intending to start tallying at the beginning of this evening.
Then there's a hand on his cheek and his own comes up to cup it even as he leans in for another kiss, this one achingly slow and gentle compared to the hurried need of the last.
When he pulls back again, his voice is low and breath uneven.]
Did you want more from me or shall I offer my demonstration?
Then there's a hand on his cheek and his own comes up to cup it even as he leans in for another kiss, this one achingly slow and gentle compared to the hurried need of the last.
When he pulls back again, his voice is low and breath uneven.]
Did you want more from me or shall I offer my demonstration?
That's my style: annoying jackass you can't live without
[Only half true maybe but still.]
[Only half true maybe but still.]
funny you should ask
they were fucking fantastic
they were fucking fantastic
[He sends a picture of his neck and the black leather collar buckled around it.]
were
2 weeks
no magic
no wings
were
2 weeks
no magic
no wings
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