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[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]

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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[The push and pull between their hungry devouring kiss of before and this achingly slow and savoring one has Erik drawing in a few steadying breaths for himself. That only adds to the illusion of life filling him now that blood warms his skin.]

Your 'demonstration' is what I want most. I crave to see you put your talents to their best use.

[Chris may surely be able to feel with his knee against Erik's throbbing bulge, just how much he's craving that. He's straining to keep himself from pushing down on the top of the man's head to force him to it.]

Happily done.

[Chris' smile flashes to something devilish and playful as he gives a quick peck to Erik's cheek. As though this were a simple and chaste game.

Far less chaste is the way he easily slides down to his knees, hands skating down Erik's body as he goes. There's no need for preamble as he reaches again to untuck that hardened length from the other man's pants and stroke nimble fingers along it. He presses a kiss to the tip as his fingers take hold of the base and Chris looks up to find Erik's eyes. He liked to be watched in this, and he holds those lovely eyes with his as he licks a long stripe up the underside of Erik's cock and then along the ridge near the tip.]

Ah, yesss

[The words come out a hissing sigh as Chris releases him from his pants and strokes him. Such lovely attention deserves all the reward he can give, so he pats Chris's hair affectionately, as he stares the man in his lovely green eyes. They remind him of dew sparkling on fresh green leaves.

Erik's own eyelids flutter briefly as Chris takes him by the base and licks up him. He's sensitive all over, but the base... that's where it hits best. Then again, the way Chris's tongue runs along his ridge has him shuddering just as hard with delight.]

Such a clever tongue you have.

[Erik's reactions are sublime and all the encouragement needed to start in earnest. He had promised to show what his mouth could do. And then some.

He keeps his hold, fingers only moving so he kept thumb and forefinger around the base and gave himself more surface to lave in detailed attention.

And more length to take in when Chris finally closes his eyes in pleased concentration as he works a slow slide of Erik's cock into his mouth. His tongue dances through the slit at the tip, then down the side and under as he dips lower. And lower. He stops with a nearly harsh suck once the head rests near the back of his throat. All in good time.

For now, he bobs with the ease of practice, his gentle tongue offset by the occasional brush of teeth along smooth skin.

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