ph_logs | Vampire Zoomies!

Who: Lord Erik Osborne (

lordoftheozarks) & Open!
What:Following Erik Drinking Eddie's blood until he dies Erik has gotten himself a little blood drunk and silly. Vampire zoomies!
When: Immediately after linked thread
Where: All over town/woods feel free to pick any place even if not listed
Warning(s):Erik will be acting slightly high/drunk, talk of blood/blood drinking, potentially nsfw

He's buzzing with vitality, more full than he's been in longer than he can remember. He's so hopped-up on blood he barely knows what to do with himself.

First, he tries running it off in the woods, a pale blur darting through the trees. He gets in so far he can't even hear the town anymore and, still, his skin crawls with power begging to be used. So, he goes next to the cliffs, scaling them with bare hands and feet in a matter of minutes. That takes a slight edge off of it. Enough that he feels he might safely be able to go to town.

With his shoes in his hands, not even bothering to put them back on, he dashes to town. He's unbuttoned the front of his shirt, as well, because for once he's actually hot. Almost unbearably hot! It will be noticeable to anyone who looks at him; he's flushed bright red all the way from his chest to his cheeks.

He slows once he reaches the town square, walking with a slight list to the left like a drunkard. Ooh, his head is a little fuzzy too. Now he remembers why he doesn't tend to let himself overindulge. Wisdom tells him he should go home and try to sleep this off, but the mischievous part of him thinks there might be better things he could do to take advantage of all this endless stamina.

"Pleasant evening," he's wearing a bold fang-filled grin of pure lust. "Want to help me wear myself out? I'm offering my services for free tonight only."

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"Thank you," he answers warmly. He knew, of all people, Chris would understand.

"I don't deny it," he says to accept the compliment. The muscles in his thighs tighten with each new touch and kiss, "But so are you. And this view, right now, is unparalleled, mmmm," he groans his pleasure at their touch to his sack. He's always loved that.

He strokes his fingers through Chris's hair as they look up at him with those lovely, soft eyes. And, indeed, this is one of those rare moments where a flush can come into his cheeks.

"I will. Oh," he sighs in delight at the warmth of Chris's mouth around him. Fuck, they've more than proved they can handle him. "I will." He thrusts forward sharply to prove he means it, too.

Chris makes a muffled but pleased noise as Erik thrusts into their mouth, eagerly pressing their tongue against him as he sets the rhythm, just enjoying every sensation of it.

(Blowjobs are something Chris has much more experience in -- oral sex in general, really, because one's mouth can be used for sex even if one's partner is disappointed by what's between one's legs.) It's made all the better by the fact that Erik has enjoyed all of Chris so far... Everyone wants to be wanted.

Chris's hands rest on Erik's thighs, giving him free rein to move his hips as he pleases, stroking lightly while Chris alternates between letting Erik thrust into their mouth and actively sucking at his tip before letting him sink back in deeper.

"Oh, Chris," Erik groans, thrusting in languid strokes so he can revel in every last sensation of tongue and lips. "You feel so lovely. I want to cum just like this if you'll let me. I have, well, a decent recovery time. I promise I will still make good on using every last part of you, even so."

Erik's words pull another moan from Chris, and they shift their hands -- one going to push Erik's hip down against the bed, not to pin him there but communicate what Chris wants, and the other slipping in between Erik's legs to pet and caress at his sac. (Chris definitely noticed how much Erik liked that attention before...)

Chris lets Erik's cock slide down as far as they can take it, and then deliberately swallows so that their throat tightens around him. And they breathe in quickly before doing it again.

He loves the sudden force behind Chris pushing his hips. There's no question the answer is yes, not when they caress his sack, making him spasm with a new burst of pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes," he groans when Chris swallows him down. What was a slowly impending orgasm is now a rapidly approaching one. His hips hitch in place as another involuntary spasm shakes him. "Mmmm, I'm close. Keep doing that. Oh, fuck!"

The hand on Erik's hip gives a squeeze, an acknowledgement of Erik's words. Chris pulls back just a little, then slides forward and swallows him down again. And, just as Erik asked, they'll keep doing it until he's cumming down their throat... an action that pulls a satisfied noise from Chris.

Of course, Chris still needs to breathe, so they can't exactly linger in that position. They have to disengage, and then they rest their head against Erik's thigh.

When Chris looks back up into his face again, it's with a pleased little smile on their lips.

It doesn't take long to pull that orgasm from him, not once he's decided to let go and let it happen. He gives a short, clipped cry as his hips jerk forward, all of him going tense as he explodes down the back of Chris's throat, and then boneless immediately after.

His fingers reach for Chris's hair as they lay their head aside on his thigh and look at him with those soft, gorgeous eyes. His fingers twirl idly in their locks. "You could be very dangerous for me. I might get addicted." He says it in the tone of a compliment. He could very easily see himself getting attached.

Chris's eyes widen a bit at that compliment, and the pink of their cheeks intensifies -- a blush on top of the exertion. They kiss Erik's thigh and then lift up onto their hands and knees. Chris slowly moves up the bed, dropping the occasional kiss to Erik's body as they go, until they are lying beside him and looking into his face.

"I'm flattered, Lord Erik," Chris says softly. There's a second of hesitation, before they reach out and trace the side of his face. (It's intimate, in a different way than touching him in the middle of sex is, and Chris wasn't entirely sure it would be allowed.) "I've never really had a lover who was so... enthusiastic about me. You make me feel... special."

And they can't help it... they curl themself around Erik -- tangling their long legs with his and wrapping their arms around his waist, tucking their head against him so that their cheek rests against the side of his neck.

Erik doesn't take his eyes off them for even a moment, doesn't even blink. Not until they reach to caress his face does he close his eyes to lean into the touch, signaling his trust for them without the need to speak it.

"I'm sad for you. Everyone deserves to feel special. You are unique and that should be celebrated. And, I'm not only referring to your body."

His arm curls around their back as they settle in close, his foot playfully tapping against theirs where their legs tangle together while his fingers drift to their hair, tucking it away behind their ear so he can see their eyes better.

"Your personality is magnetic."

Chris smiles softly as Erik puts an arm around them and presses a kiss to his jaw. They look at him with those midnight blue eyes, drinking in the sight of him as well as his words.

"I don't know if I'm sad about it. Not now." Chris says, "It wasn't nice to experience all those people who couldn't see past my body... but it means that I appreciate you fully."

They can't help a little laugh as Erik tucks their hair back -- it does have such a habit of falling into their face -- and then they murmur, "So you've been drawn to me, my lord? I thought it was the other way around..."

Erik tugs them in closer, protectively. "I do appreciate you, but that doesn't mean I won't want the names of anyone who gives you a bad time for being who you are. Just to have a polite chat about manners." Not to kill them, he promises. Just to scare them a little.

He hums a soft sound that vibrates in his chest and kisses the spot on their face that's now revealed from behind their hair, "Why can't it be both?"

"All of those people are back home, in New York or in Gotham City. But if any of them show up here, I'll point them in your direction for that polite chat." Chris is obviously suppressing the urge to smile. The protective offer makes them feel... safer, loved, and maybe just a little wicked (from picturing Erik tearing into an old ex).

Chris chases after that kiss, pressing a kiss to Erik's mouth before they answer. "It can be both, I just didn't realize til now."

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