Elijah hummed approval against his skin as Ric gave in to sensation and stopped the worrying he'd been able to sense. He didn't pull his lips away from Ric's throat, though, even when he could tell that fear lingered there. He was a vampire--to ignore Ric's throat would make him constrained, awkward, always checking his movements.

Enough that he wouldn't bite unless given permission--and good for them for trust, he hoped.

His fingers kept stroking over Ric and he moaned to encourage that drag of nails over his skin, the returned touches. When he did move, it was to slide lower, his lips trailing kisses down over Ric's collarbone, teasing his sternum, over to one nipple, tongue flicking it to tightness.