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[Erik's smile creeps wider when Chris puts a friendly hand on his shoulder. He's taking a liking to the man already.]

Oh, no. I'm afraid I've got no talent for it. My sister had some, but she lacked the patience. I am doomed to be an admirer only.

What about you? Any hidden talents?

[He nods.]

Understand the sentiment far too well, I sing fine, draw fine, play the flute fine, not much painting under my belt, but might be fine there too, no real talent to speak of in the arts, middling at best. That said, I've two lovers back home both bards and talented in their music, appreciation I've got in spades.

Now...[Amusement and a bit of teasing filter into the look Chris shoots Erik.] -that's not to say I've no hidden talents, mind, just not of the artistic persuasion, I'm sure you understand.

[What's a little light flirtation between acquaintances?]

And where would the artists be without those of us who can appreciate them, hm? I imagine your bards feel very happy to have your admiration.

[Erik casts a sideways look at Chris, just to reassure himself that the flirting tone he thought he heard wasn't imagined. No, it's there in the man's face too.]

I think I do but... I might need to hear more about them, just to make sure.

[The corner of his mouth curls into a devious smile.]

Unless you'd rather give a demonstration?

[Chris takes a half step nearer Erik's side and casts his voice lower, as though they were simply having a quiet conversation over the artwork near them.]

Oh....now, words. Words I can do many things with. I could fill your ear and mind with many pretty pictures of many possibilities...but- [he draws the word out a bit and lets his gaze drift to the other man.]

I find a demonstration of the quality to my tongue's talent can be easily arranged.

[Erik's attention is fixated on Chris and Chris alone, as if he's the most fascinating work of art on display here. Isn't he just...?]

You have my interest aroused. [His tone is similarly low, and dripping with desire.] Please show me what that clever tongue of yours is capable of.

[Chris' smile spreads quick, playful and bright, as he meets Erik's gaze and moves to step in near his side, voice low.]

I know we're meant to be respectable nobility, but there's an alcove in the hall behind us with just enough privacy and low light to go unnoticed...and I'd much like to feel your hands in my hair.

[He steps back again and offers his hand, green eyes watchful for any sign the offer of slightly more public play might be taken poorly.]

Respectable is so boring. And your tresses are too lovely for me to think of not tangling my fingers in them.

[There's no hesitation to be seen as he puts his hand in Chris's. That's one thing that can be said for the city, he doubts anyone would bat a lash even if they did notice what two lords were getting up to in a dark alcove.]

[Chris flashes a brighter, more playful smile, and leads them back the way they'd come before. He spares a brief glance down the hall, but what others were around paid them no mind as Chris brought Erik into the alcove with him. Once there, he turns to face him.]

Simple demonstration first, if you'll allow indulgence...

[He leans in, hands coming up to cup under Erik's jaw as he presses a kiss to the man's lips. Simple for now, a tender movement of lips before he started in on anything else.]

[Erik smiles up into Chris's face, flashing a bit of fang as he runs his tongue over his own lips both to wet them and to invite Chris in for a taste. No words needed.

The kiss is so achingly tender. It breaks down some deeply buried barrier he's been building since he awoke in this terrible city. It's comfort and warmth, a stark contrast to how cold his own lips and body are.

Slowly, he slides his fingers over Chris's back, moving up on his toes to bring them just a little closer in height while he grazes his nails up the nape of Chris's neck and into his hair. Oh, it's just as soft as he imagined.]

[The lower temperature of Erik's skin gets noticed in the back of Chris mind, a note that it wasn't just his hands, but if that little flash of a sharp tooth was any indication, Chris had already felt and parsed what Erik was.

It changed absolutely nothing about his interest to keep kissing this charming man. Especially as his hands reach up into Chris' hair, the young cleric very nearly melts into the kiss for it. It was a weakness.

It's enough to have Chris' tongue seeking entrance to Erik's mouth, eager to sweep through and taste and possibly run just barely by those fangs he'd seen.

One of his hands moves from jaw to shoulder; he was half sorry there wasn't skin to touch, but he's willing enough to simply touch over fabric as his hand wanders without real aim.]

[Feeling that moment where Chris melts is enough to melt Erik himself. He leans his back a little heavier against the wall of the alcove, while at the same time his lips press in harder to that kiss.

Chris can explore any element of his mouth that he wants, and Erik won't stop him. There's a selfish streak in this vampire that would very much enjoy if the lord accidentally pricked his tongue on those points, but he won't seek to force it to happen.

While Chris's hands wander without aim, Erik's are firmly rooted in the man's hair, alternating between light scrapes against his scalp and testing tugs, listening carefully to see which gets the most reaction.]

[His hands reach Erik's sides when that first scrape of nail along his scalp comes and causes his own nails to dig in a little more and his interest in the kiss to turn more hungry. The tug earns a grown against Erik's lips and both as Erik tests, has the heat in him rising sharply.

He certainly likes both and he pulls lightly at the next hold in his hair to cause the tug to be harder while Chris' lips shift their attention to Erik's throat. Kisses that turn sharper with scrapes of blunt teeth and skin sucked between them. His hands settle just above Erik's hips when he finally pulls back to press a perfectly chaste kiss to his cheek.]

You're welcome to pull and run nail over what you like...I've been known to enjoy more'n a bit of bite and pain in my play.

[It's an open invitation left as he lowers himself to his knees before the other man, his hands at Erik's hips moving in to work the closure of his pants open.]

[Aren't those reactions deliciously improper? He craves more--more of those sweet noises. And hearing Chris tell him to be as rough as he likes has quite the engorging effect, which Chris is sure to notice once he gets Erik's suit pants unzipped.]

Funny you should mention bite. I happen to have a very sharp set of teeth and an even sharper need to bury them in sweet flesh like yours.

[His fingers tighten on Chris's hair now, enough to tug the roots almost to the point of pain, just at the cusp of it.]

It poses no danger to you. I can heal what wounds I cause.

[He gets Erik's pants unzipped and lowered only as much as he needs, he'd had intention of mouthing at the outline of his stiffening length, but those fingers in his hair, tight and deliciously sharp in their grip have Chris arching with a gasp and, though not visible on his knees as he is, he can feel himself growing hard in response. He was a sucker for artfully placed pain.

He looks up at Erik, pupils wide with arousal, but there's still thought there, sharp and turning.

He hadn't let a vampire bite him before. Hadn't had one bite him (to his memory) since Kyle had cornered him over a year ago in his madness. He shouldn't, he was a Death Cleric of the Raven Queen, the undead were, by all rights, his enemy and intended prey, a cause set aside for their situation and the fact many of the undead here were just people and a lot of them kind. A truce-bordering-alliance did not mean baring your neck.

And yet.]

So long as it puts no sway in my head aside my own, you're welcome to show me what niceties your mouth can provide as well.

[Chris looked lovely before, but on his knees, looking up into Erik's face with that intoxicating mixture of intelligent arousal well... the only word that does it justice is 'ravishing.' His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, just enough to start making Chris's scalp itch.]

My word as a vampire [He is very intentionally outing himself, so he can't be accused of shrouding his nature] and as a lord. My fangs bear no venom, and I myself cast no magic save the pleasure any mortal man can conjure.

[The small groan that tingle in his scalp earns is entirely involuntary and there's nothing to be done for it, but try to gain a return. One of his hands, still braced on Erik's hips, blindly shifts to reach into his smalls to wrap calloused fingers around the vampire's cock.

There's overt challenge in Chris' eyes, playfully intended but sharp as those fingers in his hair.]

Then you're welcome to have your fill as you like...should that be before or after I have mine?

[Chris earns that return and some. Erik was not wholly prepared for him to go right for the prize, so the strangled noise of pleasure that's wrung out of him is embarrassingly candid.]

A-ah, ha ha. [He plays it off with a laugh.]

If I partake of you before then I will feel warm to your touch. If that is something desirable for you?

[Some do not care for how, well, cadaverous his skin feels. Not exactly a pleasant thought, that.]

[He at least has the decency to not seem overly pleased with himself. Usually, he enjoyed taking his time, teasing and enticing more...but in the middle of an art exhibit, tucked away in a corner, it seemed more worthwhile to be straightforward.

And the sound he got from Erik was well worth it.]

Hmmm... [His thumb brushes over sensitive skin as he seems to take his time in considering the offer.]

Alright, then, let's give it a try.

[[He gives a small squeeze, but then pulls his hand free and stands, moving it instead to hold Erik's hip.

Chris leans in to kiss the other man's jaw, brief and more for a desire for the action than seeking anything in particular.]

Never done this willingly so walk me through what I should do.

[Erik awaits his decision with eyes half-lidded, softly cooing at the tender touch sliding over his cock. He doesn't mind a man who can do a little teasing while still getting right to the point. That's a skill of its own.

And that kiss is so sweet, he's tempted to return it. Only, he feels the need to fully look Chris in the eyes for this next part.]

I note that you specify willingly. If you've had some bad experiences with this in the past, I'll be sure to keep it in mind.

[He lifts a hand to rest two fingers beneath Chris's chin, not exerting any force, but rather letting them trail down to rest just above the man's pulse.]

I'll go right here. It will start like a kiss, then a sharp pierce and suction. It will be like a rough hickey for you. All you need to do is moan for me, show me how you like the pain.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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]

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