If Ric had allowed himself enough time to fantasize about Elijah in bed, what he would be like and what he would do, or even just contemplate it long enough to come up with expectations of what Elijah in bed would be like (after he'd been convinced that Elijah considered sex a good thing, of course)....
Elijah's mouth on his cock would never, ever have entered the picture.
If Ric had ever taken the time to contemplate sex with a vampire, any vampire, especially an Original Vampire, of any gender....
Their mouth near his cock would never, ever have entered the picture.
He obviously knew where Elijah seemed to be going, as his mouth trailed downward. The hand staying on his cock though made him think of various pulse points or just mapping his body but not that. Because that was even more surreal than being in bed with Elijah already was. It was really the only excuse he had, for the sharp, startled, sound he made. It was more squawk than anything particularly sexy, his eyes widened and he looked down at Elijah with a startled expression, even as his cock jerked hard and heat flooded through him, under his skin and made his balls ache and stomach twist.
Then he dropped his head back to the bed and looked at the ceiling, panting hard. "Fuck."
At least he'd forgotten to be confused by not doing things? Though if Elijah had been even slightly less resilient, he'd have had a seriously sore scalp by now, because that jerk upward, flop back, all of it - he was still holding onto Elijah by the hair.
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Date: 2013-06-09 01:40 am (UTC)Elijah's mouth on his cock would never, ever have entered the picture.
If Ric had ever taken the time to contemplate sex with a vampire, any vampire, especially an Original Vampire, of any gender....
Their mouth near his cock would never, ever have entered the picture.
He obviously knew where Elijah seemed to be going, as his mouth trailed downward. The hand staying on his cock though made him think of various pulse points or just mapping his body but not that. Because that was even more surreal than being in bed with Elijah already was. It was really the only excuse he had, for the sharp, startled, sound he made. It was more squawk than anything particularly sexy, his eyes widened and he looked down at Elijah with a startled expression, even as his cock jerked hard and heat flooded through him, under his skin and made his balls ache and stomach twist.
Then he dropped his head back to the bed and looked at the ceiling, panting hard. "Fuck."
At least he'd forgotten to be confused by not doing things? Though if Elijah had been even slightly less resilient, he'd have had a seriously sore scalp by now, because that jerk upward, flop back, all of it - he was still holding onto Elijah by the hair.