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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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Chris pauses, watching Erik make his slightly wobbly way across the square. They are holding a rather thick physiology text from the library against their chest -- despite their light complaints about not wanting to take over from the town doctor, Chris is still refreshing some of their general medical knowledge.

Just in case.

At that bold offer, Chris raises an eyebrow and asks, "Have you decided to indulge in some charity for the poor?"

"What if I have?" He leans in a little closer, trying to read the front of that book but his eyes are having just a little bit of trouble focussing on any one thing. "Do I look too good for charity work? Hm? What have yo got to lose?"

"It wasn't a criticism. Just curiosity."

And Chris notices that trouble focusing. They reach out, slipping one hand under Erik's chin, and peer closer to study his eyes. There's a flicker of concern in Chris's expression. "...Are you all right? You seem... tipsy."

He seems drunk, but Chris is being diplomatic now.

He sways a little trying to keep his eyes on Chris's hand until it's under his chin. His smile is carelessly wide, showing his teeth in full.

"I'm blood drunk. Embarrassing, really. I haven't been in ages."

Chris can't help smiling back. Any fangs on display don't disquiet them -- there are things in Hell that have worse things in their mouths.

"Lord Osborne, I didn't take you for one to overindulge." Chris giggles a little, their voice taking on a teasing, playful note, "Are you so sure you should be working at the moment? Perhaps you need to sleep this off."

"I'm usually not," he insists earnestly. "This was by a special request."

His thin lips jut out in a pout. "I'm not working. I'm not taking any fees tonight. I'm just looking for a good fuck to wear me out. Vampires don't really need to sleep, you know."

"And here I was going to offer you my hospitality..." Chris sighs dramatically, "but if you don't want to make use of my bed and my company..."

Hint. Hint.

"Chris, there is nothing I desire more at this very moment than the sight of you beneath me in your bed. I will pick you up and put you over my shoulder to run you there if only to gain the pleasure of it faster."

"If you put me over your shoulder, I might drop my library book." Chris smirks. "I must insist on being carried like a princess before you ravish me in my bed."

They step closer and, if allowed, will nuzzle against Erik's shoulder and neck. Prime positioning to be picked up and carried, incidentally.

Edited (icon change) 2023-10-16 22:02 (UTC)

"Well, we can't go damaging library property, can we?"

With Chris nuzzled close, the temptation to give them a peck of a kiss is too great to resist. Smooch. Then, he effortlessly lifts them into a princess carry, not seeming to struggle at all with it despite his short stature.

"Hold onto that book, I'm going to get us there fast." Time for Chris to find out how fast a vampire can run. He doesn't actually go at his full speed, though, because he doesn't know how motion-sick Chris may or may not get. That might be a mood killer.

Chris giggles, holding onto the book as instructed, and tells Erik how many doors to the left of the stairs their room is (so Erik knows which way to go). And they return that kiss (to Erik's cheek) once the pair arrive. Chris produces the key to get them actually inside the room.

Once there, Chris places the book on the small table inside and lights the lamp. Then they turn back around to face Erik, and ask, "Do you think you can undress me without ripping my clothes, or should I do it?"

The smile still hasn't left their face.

He is really beginning to adore Chris's playful nature. That kiss is a treasure in return. So is their willingness to go so effortlessly with the flow even when it involves a being like Erik.

"On my honor, I can control myself better than that." It might take him longer with the need to go slow and careful, but he is not so dangerously drunk that he can't control his own strength.

"But I also wouldn't say no to a strip show. Dear Chris, I want you to feel sexy beneath my gaze."

"I only have the two outfits right now," Chris says by way of explanation. They toy with the top button of their blouse before unfastening it. "As for feeling sexy when you look at me..." another one, two buttons come undone... "that already happens."

After the fourth button, Chris temporarily abandons the ones in the front to loosen the buttons at their cuffs. The front of the shirt gapes open and at least part of their bare chest is visible. A faint scar from the 'gynecomastia' surgery can be seen running horizontal on their chest, and as Chris goes to unfasten the rest of the buttons to the front of the blouse and shrug out of the garment, the matching scar becomes visible as well. Chris is blushing a little as they peek at Erik -- before letting the garment drop to the floor and moving to loosen the trousers they're wearing.

"I do have... something on special order that you might like..." Chris giggles. "A little lacy thing. But it's not ready yet." They give a little shimmy to slip out of the bottom half of their outfit, underclothes and all. "Maybe you'd like me to model it for you later?"

"I do so miss my full closets," Erik laments playfully. At least he has three outfits now.

His smile curls wider when Chris admits they already feel sexy under his gaze. He is looking very intensely now at that freshly revealed skin, scars and all. If a person could eat with their eyes, Erik would be devouring them whole.

He steps in closer, gently undoing the buttons of his own shirt but not shrugging it off once that's done. He has scars too. On his back. He rarely lets anyone see them, even on the job. He's careful to keep them covered. But, he is considering, just this time, letting them show.

"I would be very interested to see you in that. I'd like that so much."

He uses his unnatural speed to unfasten and drop his own trousers, stepping from his shoes and socks all in the blink of an eye so that he now stands before Chris in nothing but that open shirt. He is still reluctant to remove that just yet. His fingers graze up Chris's skin, instead, from their hips to their ribs, then tracing in across those lines on their chest. He shows no hesitance at all.

"I like what I see so far." His exposed erection is proof of that.

"I had something like it back home. A little black robe, for when I wanted to feel pretty..." Chris sighs at those soft touches, and reaches out a hand to skim lightly over Erik's hip before commenting, "Sometimes I just like to feel pretty."

Chris nibbles lightly on their own lower lip, still feeling a bit shy, but then step closer so that they can move their thigh more between Erik's legs... letting his erection slide onto that softer skin of their inner thigh.

Their phallus is slim, much shorter than average, but definitely of the standard shape. There are a series of scars -- only small because Chris's body has grown around them -- along nearly the whole length the shaft, looking silvery against Chris's flushed skin. At the base, rather than a scrotum, there has been some reconstructive surgery to create labial folds... which Erik might feel if he gets a little exploratory with their contact.

"Thank you," Chris murmurs. They're feeling brave enough to softly kiss Erik on the lips. "I like what I see of you, too."

As for the scars that they haven't seen and don't know about yet, Chris would be just fine with seeing those, too. The scars wouldn't take away from the high regard that Chris has for Erik, for being so kind and making them feel beautiful.

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"That sounds delightful. I will look forward to seeing you model it for me." Maybe he will consider ordering a silk robe for himself, too.

"We all deserve to feel pretty," he says, allowing his eyelids to flutter at the pleasure of Chris's inner thigh stroking him.

He lowers his gaze to look through his fair lashes at Chris. His smile warms at the sight, lips turned up against Chris's shy kiss. He chases that kiss down with another, this one is harder, needier, hungry for his lover.

Erik is warmer, for once, thanks to the glut of lifeblood he's consumed, so his hands aren't quite as deathly cold as they slide down Chris's chest, down, down, until his thin fingers tease around their base, toying at the soft folds playfully. No hesitance, no revulsion. In fact, he's more eager than ever to get his mouth around Chris and savor it all. His own cock throbs against their thigh at the thought.

"You are very pretty, you know."

Chris opens up to that kiss, making a soft, surprised sound at first... and then kissing back with equal fervor -- wrapping their arms around Erik's shoulders and pressing closer.

Those gentle, exploratory touches make Chris feel weak in the knees, but they manage to sort of... sway the pair of them more toward the bed before pulling back from the kiss (with reluctance). "Probably going to fall if you keep that up... and I recall you... specified wanting me in bed."

"That I did," Erik answers with a velvety chuckle. With hands on Chris's hips, he will help them back up to the bed, and then guide them to sit while he gently prods them to open their legs.

"Now, then. Get comfortable," he'll say as he sinks down to his knees in front of the bed. "Let me have a nice look at you."

Chris makes a space for Erik, opening their legs as directed, and gets comfortable by leaning back on their hands. Erik's already made his interest clear, so acting too coy about it would probably be seen as rude.

"Um... just so you know, that's a neovagina. I don't self lubricate and it's... shallow. I didn't have a chance to... schedule further procedures with the surgeon I trust before... arriving here." Chris fidgets a little, then explains, "I was born with a real one. But the doctors... sewed that up. And there was too much scar tissue later..."

There's some shame in Chris's tone. It doesn't really make sense, because it's not like Chris chose what was done to them as a child, but... maybe regret is the better word for their feelings.

When Erik explores that area, though, Chris definitely feels it -- making soft sounds of pleasure at Erik's touch. Further up, along Chris's penis, Erik will discover that they have less sensation along the underside, where the scars are, but that the glans is still quite responsive.

Chris has no foreskin, and their urethral opening is actually just under the glans, where the scars stop. (There's a story there, too.) When fully erect, as it is now, Chris's penis is just barely three inches long and about as thick as two of their fingers together. Pay a lot of attention to that, and one of Chris's hands is going to end up in your hair, Erik...

"I'm sorry that you got interrupted. It must be disheartening to be taken away from your trusted surgeon." The importance of that truly can't be overstated.

He notes the shame, or what seems much like it, and chooses not to respond to it. He'd rather Chris's focus be elsewhere. Let it roll away and make room for better feelings.

"Not to worry, I keep a vial of oil with me at all times. I never know when I might need it." His fingers explore along Chris's shaft, taking note of where the responses happen. It doesn't surprise him that the scars would lead to less sensation, but his lips curl with glee when they reveal themselves to be sensitive at the glans. He simply cannot stop himself from leaning forward to give it a testing flick with his tongue.

"You don't have to--" Chris cuts themself off with a little sigh when Erik's explorations find a sensitive spot, then they rally and say, "I mean, your fingers would be enough. If you want to fuck me properly, it'll have to be anally."

A squeak, now that Erik's started touching their shaft, and Chris gets a momentary glimpse of Erik's smirk before--

"Oh!" Chris's right hand does indeed come up to cradle Erik's head, fingers sliding into his hair. "Th-that's nice... Erik..."

"Chris," he says with such lilting wickedness in his teasing tone, "I intend to use all of you thoroughly. I have a lot of stamina to burn." And the oil is just as good for anal as it is for anything else~

He purrs at the touch of fingers in his hair. "Mmm, yes it is~ Don't be shy, Chris. You can pull harder. It won't hurt me." And, to add some encouragement, he closes his lips around Chris's glans and licks harder.

Chris manages to scrape together enough of their wits to whisper back with a little smile, "Promise?" before more of Erik's attentions scatter their thoughts again.

The only response Erik gets right away is a groan (mostly vowel sounds) and a restless shifting of those long legs around him -- like Chris wants to use them to pull Erik in and is resisting the urge. They lift their hips a little, pressing into the contact with Erik's mouth.

And those fingers in Erik's hair curl, so Chris's nails scrape against his scalp.

"Promise," he whispers, with his mouth hovering around Chris's tip. His breath is warm, for once, thanks to being so well-fed.

All of his senses feel so alive, the better to appreciate this to the fullest. Oh, how he loves Chris's melodious moans, the way their muscles tense as they attempt to both drag Erik closer and prevent themself from doing so. Erik takes the choice from their hands by shifting in more and guiding their legs up onto his shoulders. The nails scraping at his skull pull a satisfied groan from him, one that he intentionally lets reverberate through his lips wrapped tight to Chris's base.

It's lovely, really, that he can fit Chris so comfortably into his mouth and still leave room to insert his own finger to collect some moisture. He'll use that to probe at Chris's neovagina; multi-tasking is so much easier when breathing isn't strictly a necessity. Though, he must remind himself to let poor Chris breathe, occasionally.

Here's the thing. Chris has had a few lovers in the past, and it's not that they've been unattentive but... having someone so very interested in exploring them is new. New and a little overwhelming, but in a good way.

Erik's attentions draw plenty of vocal approval from Chris, and plenty of gasps of his name, Chris unable to completely master the urge to move their hips into the stimulation. And given the fact that they usually aren't such the focus like this, it's not very long at all before Chris is shaking and gasping through an orgasm.

It takes a moment for Chris to... come back to themself, and then they're gently pushing Erik back. "Wait... you can... later..." Chris squirms a bit, manages to collect enough brainpower to speak coherently, "Get on the bed and let me touch you too."

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nsfw talk~

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CW: NSFW / nudity

CW: NSFW forever

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NSFW but a bit more technical than sexy...

NSFW forever

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