lordoftheozarks (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lordoftheozarks) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ph_logs2023-10-11 08:28 pm
lordoftheozarks) wrote in ph_logs2023-10-11 08:28 pm
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."
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."
no subject
"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."
no subject
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."
no subject
Hint. Hint.
nsfw talk~
no subject
They step closer and, if allowed, will nuzzle against Erik's shoulder and neck. Prime positioning to be picked up and carried, incidentally.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
"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."
CW: NSFW / nudity
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?"
CW: NSFW forever
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
"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."
no subject
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."
no subject
"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."
NSFW but a bit more technical than sexy...
"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...
NSFW forever
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.
no subject
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..."
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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."
no subject
"As you wish," he purrs. Erik makes a show of licking his fingers while he stands, like a pleased cat cleaning his paw. He shucks away any lingering clothes, except for the open shirt that still hangs on his shoulders. He's careful to tuck the tails of that under him as he claims his seat beside Chris on the bed. It's done casually enough that most wouldn't notice he's taking care not to expose his back. But someone with enough awareness might spot even these small acts of concealment for what they are.
"I'm yours for the taking."
no subject
Chris nuzzles along Erik's shoulder, not minding that he's kept his shirt on since it's open. And then they kiss along the side of Erik's throat -- soft, open-mouthed kisses with an occasional swipe of tongue against his skin -- and across one collarbone. Meanwhile, their hands slide up and down along Erik's sides, and further down to his thighs... gentle, exploratory touches. Chris is luxuriating in the chance to explore how Erik's body feels against theirs.
"Mmm." Chris presses one more kiss to Erik's chest. One long-fingered hand curls loosely around Erik's shaft, and Chris traces a circle against the head with their thumb. "I want to get my mouth on you. Are you okay to lie on your back, or do you need another position?"
When they look up at Erik, there's empathy in their eyes. Not understanding, because they don't know why he hasn't shown his back, but they certainly noticed the care he's been taking to avoid that.
no subject
The attention is divine. He finds himself leaning into those touches, the nuzzles and kisses, greedy for more. His muscles flex and tighten under Chris's fingers, as he forces himself to stay still and not squirm. That's becoming impossible with Chris's fingers wrapped around his shaft, his hips naturally tilt into that touch, his eyelids fluttering as a low moan burbles in his chest.
"I can lie on my back," he answers, meeting their eyes and realizing almost at once what that look means. They are accommodating him. "It's all right, Chris. You don't need to be concerned. It's only that there are... marks I don't like others to see." They bring questions better left unanswered.
He shifts up on the bed and lays himself out, knees splayed shamelessly apart so Chris can see everything. As far as size goes, he's a respectable average. He's uncircumcised, and while he isn't shaved, his auburn pubic hair is trimmed neatly short. He seems to have naturally fine and sparse body hair in general. There's only the thinnest trail leading from below his navel downward.
no subject
Chris watches as Erik moves to lie flat on the bed, and once he's settled they crawl up between those spread legs, letting the fingers of one hand trail along Erik's skin as they do so. "You're beautiful," Chris murmurs, dipping their head to press a series of warm, wet kisses to Erik's skin, along the inner thigh and then feeling out the curve of his sac, the underside of his shaft.
Their hands aren't idle either, stroking along Erik's hips and outer thighs just for the extra contact, the extra sensation. Chris settles comfortably on their knees, then flicks their gaze up toward Erik's face.
"Just so you know, my lord. You can use my mouth as thoroughly as you please, too."
Chris drags their tongue, flat and broad, along the head of Erik's member, then takes him into their mouth, easily letting him slide into that wet warmth... until the head of him is brushing against the back of Chris's throat. Chris is slow to pull back from that, obviously making a demonstration that they'll be fine if Erik decides to indulge.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)