thisismybar | Elijah

Elijah winced a little bit at the pull at his hair, but didn't yank his head out of Ric's grasp. That reaction was too beautiful--the surprise too perfect. He chuckled a little, breath against skin, before his tongue slid slowly over the head of Ric's cock again.

The salty, musky taste of him made Elijah groan, his own cock twitching, but he glanced up again to take in that surprise, that shock, that falling back.

"Not yet," he murmured, before ducking his head and taking Ric's cock in to his mouth fully, sinking down on him as he let him slide in deep enough to hit his throat.

"Not," Ric gasped, eyes shutting tightly, "exactly what I meant."

Like at all, though his response to that was automatic. Breathless. Staccato and came closer than was comfortable to being whimpered out than growled. Then Elijah sank the rest of the way down, felt Elijah's throat close around him and as much as he might have wanted to be 'polite', there was no way.

It was Elijah, and that made the surprise and fairly base nature of the act itself that much hotter. Add in the pure sensation, the wet tightness, the amusement, and Ric didn't have a chance. He absolutely arched up and rolled his hips. Elijah better be in control; in that moment Ric was totally out of control.

Elijah chuckled again at the gasped comment. He most certainly was in control, though he was enjoying himself to an immense degree. He took the arch of Ric's hips, swallowed around him, throat massaging him as he sank down on him again, then slid slowly back up. His mouth found a rhythm, slow and luxurious, taking his time, giving the impression--a true one--that he was doing this as much for himself as Ric, enjoying it as much as Ric was.

He'd had a thousand years to perfect his technique at this, though he followed Ric's reactions as much as anything, adjusting what he did to what Ric seemed to enjoy most. His fingers slid between his legs, cupping his balls, stroking them slowly and playing with them as his mouth continued to play in its own way.

If Ric hadn't gotten the impression (strongly), that Elijah was enjoying himself, lying back and enjoying, rather than doing something wouldn't have just been hard. It would have been impossible. As it stood, once he caught himself and Elijah gave him some kind of rhythm he stopped moving.

Not moving meant that he pressed his hips back into the bed to fight the urge to roll them up, and after quickly opening his eyes to glance down at Elijah, he closed them again. Controlling input of stimulation to something he could control, though his breathing was still heavy and ragged. The next groan, as Elijah hit everything right, was strangled nearly to the point of being a whimper.

The hand in Elijah's hair though? Not going anywhere. He did make an effort, along with going still, to loosen his grip to something a little more gentle. And gradually started to relax, just a little, into it.

Elijah's hand moved slowly over him as his mouth continued the slow rhythm. Around his balls, over to his hip, curling and pressing a bit, slipping around to between him and the bed with some wriggling, encouraging that relaxing. He had no issue with the thrusting up, could take it, wanted Ric to do what his instincts led, so long as they led to him enjoying what Elijah was doing.

Ric was hot in his mouth, hot and heavy and tasted like a kind of heaven. So was the hand in his hair. His gaze flicked back up through lashes to focus on Ric's face, wanting to see every reaction he drew out of him.

The slight press of Elijah against his hip, then the wiggle of his hand working under him, and Ric sort of tentatively, and reluctantly, lifted his hips upward. It felt fucking incredible, enough so make his next sound soft and high pitched, accompanied by a body-wide shudder, and his fingers flexing in Elijah's hair, just a little, and gently.

He kept his eyes closed, at least for the moment, fairly sure that if he watched what Elijah was doing as well as felt it, this was going to be over. He wasn't necessarily going to last all that long, anyway, but there was no reason to make a fool of himself.

Especially when he was just starting to ...yield to it, really. Enough to stop... treating Elijah like a human woman.

When he realized what he was doing, he opened his eyes anyway. The realization, hazy and lost as it was, that Elijah might have any doubt at all that Elijah was blocking him out, imagining someone else, was enough to get him back off the edge for a moment. He looked down at Elijah and almost couldn't hold it, because it was just that overwhelming.

He definitely arched up then.

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Elijah hummed around him, pleased and encouraging, and an intentional vibration over skin. His tongue continued to trace over him in time with the suction, and his fingers went back to stroking over Ric's hip.

He took the movement as Ric arched, pulling him deeper into his throat. Ric watching just sent a shudder over him, his pleasure spiking as their gazes met, and he trailed his fingers slowly down the back of Ric's leg, encouraging him to arch up again.

Elijah making eye-contact and then gently dragging his fingers over the back of his leg was enough to make Ric take a deep, unsteady breath, bend that knee so he had some leverage, and follow the wordless direction and move.

Once he did that, slow and with Elijah, he didn't break eye-contact. It was him surrendering a bit of control, but it was also a subtle, internal shift that he didn't recognize, lost as he was in the grip of Elijah's throat, and feel of his mouth and hands. The moment he stopped being restrained and worrying about maintaining control of himself, he... transferred his attention to Elijah.

It was...

Well, it was a sort of very fundamental, mild kind of power exchange. He stopped worrying about what he was doing, let himself sink into sensation and arousal so intense it made him tremble just a bit, under the slightest touch. Instead, he focused in hard, intuitive and deep, on reading Elijah. Working with him, as it were, to read whatever cues he was given, take the encouragement and pursue it. Very, very mild, honestly, but... basically he let go of himself, and held onto Elijah, instead.

That connection snapped along Elijah's spine, making him shudder, as well. A soft moan escaped, muffled by Ric's cock, vibrating over and around him again. He held Ric's gaze, mouth still working, speeding up just a bit, as his fingers slowly explored his skin, stroked over him--legs, balls, teasing back to trace around his entrance with a featherlight touch, more firmly along his perineum, around his balls again.

The shift of power pleased him, let him focus on taking Ric there, garnering a lot of pleasure from doing so, from feeling his body reeling happily with the taste o him leaking on his tongue, salt and musk and all just Ric. Intoxicating, hot, pleasure curling tight in his core and he wanted to touch himself, stroke himself, but he didn't--his hands were too busy with Ric.

There was nothing supernatural about it, but focusing in on Elijah so hard meant that Ric was so, so aware of the rise of Elijah's pleasure. Not just the soft vibration of Elijah's moan around his cock, but the way Elijah looked, the felt. He rode the slight increase in speed much more easily, curled his fingers lightly into Elijah's hair and tugged and released softly and rhythmically. Touching back as much as he could, recognizing what Eljiah was doing.

The light touches moving over his body, the press in against his perineum sparking a deeper kind of pleasure that sent a jolt of heat up Ric's spine and had him moving much more fluidly, and with more urgency. He growled, just a little, because that sensation was one he didn't quite know how to process, made his heart race and his breath catch. As pleasure built he got his hand out of Elijah's hair and onto his shoulder, for a more solid grip.

Somehow, though, even with orgasm right there, teetering on the brink of it, he kept his eyes open. He hadn't wanted to open them to begin with, but once they were closing them again just never entered his mind.

Elijah loved that little growl, far more than he would have expected, so much so, in fact, that it pulled a moan out of him and a harder stroke of his fingers, repeating the movement that had gotten it for him.

As Ric moved more urgently, Elijah gave in to that urgency, as well, moving faster, a bit more suction, his tongue swirling around the tip with each stroke.

And never took his eyes of Ric, either.

The little bit extra, the shockingly intense slide of Elijah's tongue, the fingers pressing against him, making something spark off inside him, and Elijah looking at him with that kind of hunger? That was all it took. The moan was icing on the cake, making his eyes unfocus, though not close, darken in a very human way, as he arched off the bed with a not-so-soft, wordless cry.

Total lack of restraint in the final arch, pushing into Elijah's mouth before he froze completely, even stopped breathing, came and came apart. Hard. Intense. Uninhibited. Darkness dancing at the edges of his vision. Everything.

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Elijah took it all, hands supporting him as he arched, throat working around him, milking him or all of it and swallowing almost greedily. He didn't let go until the spasms stopped and even then he just shifted a little and nuzzled at Ric's hip, pressing his lips there in a soft kiss, as gently affectionate as the first kiss of the day.

Ric trembled a little, as he came down. He twitched very occasionally, and the hand he stroked through Elijah's hair wasn't entirely steady. He stayed quiet, finally letting his eyes drift shut, for a few moments. Until he could hear above his pulse, thundering in his ears.

He opened his eyes again and tugged, just a little at Elijah's hair. "Come here, please?"

Elijah slid willingly up at the tug to his hair, stretching out next to Ric, one leg over his and pressed close and gave him a smile.

"You all right?"

Ric turned his head to softly, and admittedly with a closed mouth, kiss Elijah. "Almost.... We're not done here." Elijah was aroused. He'd seen it, heard it, felt it. Like hell he was going to leave things like that. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do about it, yet, or what he could, but he was not That Guy.

Elijah certainly hoped they weren't done for the evening, but he'd have left gracefully if Ric freaked out about any of this. Since he wasn't, Elijah pressed more against him and returned the kiss with a bit more heat. He most certainly was aroused--the proof of that was hard against Ric's hip.

This was the point, with the taste of his come in Elijah's mouth, Elijah's cock against his skin and no clear idea what he was doing, that Ric should have admitted as much, and asked for some guidance. It was not the point where Ric actually did any such thing. He returned the kiss, and the heat, tongue sweeping into Elijah's mouth and fingers threading into his hair. He wasn't pushy or demanding about it- obviously- but there wasn't more than the slightest fumble or hesitation.

Elijah was turned on enough that the slight hesitation didn't register enough for him to pause, either. Ric was kissing him like that, and Elijah met it, tongue tangling and heat flushing under his skin--or at least it felt like it was. He was willing to take what Ric was willing to give, and he held back from making a further move as much as he could, though his hips rolled a bit, body instinctively seeking friction against Ric's skin.

Ric had no problem with Elijah being too turned on to play close enough attention to catch tiny hesitations. At all. He kept kissing Elijah. His fingers sliding through Elijah's hair, his tongue sliding against Elijah's. He thought rapidly while he did it, to the best of his ability. There had to be a better way to do this. Dredging up memories of porn, and sex, and some practical experience.

He broke the kiss with a soft gasp. "Willing to turn your back to me, yet?"

He'd just come. At least it shouldn't come across like he was going to do anything, um. Presumptuous.

Elijah shuddered at the kiss, loving the pleasure crawling under his skin, and a tiny moan broke free when Ric broke it. It took a moment for him--even him--to wrap his mind around the question and come up with an answer.

"I think I'd have felt it if you had anything hidden in the bed." Like a stake or a dagger. He was mostly teasing, though, finding himself trusting Ric more and more, which was...disturbing, when he thought about it.

He wasn't thinking about it right now.

He was half curious what the man had in mind, but he shifted to his side, back to Ric and gave him a look over his shoulder, little smile curving his lips. "Like this?"

"Then we won't talk about the armory under the bed...." Or otherwise stashed around the place, because he was Ric and he was probably in possession of more vampire killing stuff than made any sense. None of it was in the bed, though, and he brushed his mouth across Elijah's shoulder, tucked his knees in behind Elijah's and slid his hand slowly over Elijah's hip to wrap around his cock.

There was a jump in his heart-rate, then, just a little stutter that he ignored, that was all nervousness. He wasn't really familiar, but in this position it was almost like touching himself, though of course it wasn't him. Foreskin, temperature, texture, was all very different and... not at all bad. The angle, at least, was right, allowed things not to be awkward and him to loosely stroke Elijah, exploring a little, finding out what got a response from him.

Probably more tentativeness than he's shown thus far, but vampire and new partner, right?

If Elijah had been planning a coherent response to the comment about the arsenal, it flew out of his head with the first drag of Ric's fingers around his cock. He'd been so focused on the other man, neglecting touching himself, that Ric's fingers set off fireworks beneath his skin.

His hips arched, pressing up into Ric's fingers, back against him, up again. Sliding his fingers, he curled them around Ric's wrist, but didn't tug him away, didn't try and stop or guide him.

He just needed something to hold on to--and if the whimper he gave was any indication, he needed it because the pleasure was almost too intense.

Ric paused when Elijah's fingers curled around his wrist, but only for a half-second or so - less than the space between beats of his heart, anyway. The whimper reminded him of the discussions they'd had, about sex and about touch in general, and how Elijah had responded to being touched at all.

That steadied Ric, sad as it may have been. Because it tugged at his heart. He curled tighter against Elijah, pressed as close as he could be, with his hair ruffling the hair at the nape of Elijah's neck. He didn't speed up or get any rougher, just got a little bit more sure and slowly, steadily, and lightly stroked Elijah. The feel of Elijah in his hand, the weight of it familiar in a way. It was pretty much a show and tell of how he touched himself, sure, but it didn't seem like Elijah was objecting, and when something got a bit more reaction, he did more of it. Fingers brushing those spots, a particular kind of twist to his wrist. The push back or slight forward glide of Elijah's foreskin.

Whatever worked, slow and steady and with... quite a bit of comfort, once he emotionally engaged.

And he'd certainly engaged, emotionally.

Elijah had epic control when it came to lasting a while if needed, but he'd been aching a little since the first kiss. Ric's touch was electrifying, and his hips rocked slowly with the strokes. He was most certainly not objecting--Ric's hand was sure and steady and warm and Elijah was trembling a little with it.

When he found the rhythm and twists that turned Elijah on most, repeated them...Elijah let himself go, relaxing into it, into him. He could feel Ric there, with him, the intent behind the touches, and being held against him while Ric stroked somehow made it feel even more connected.

He moaned, letting one hand slide back to curl at Ric's hip, holding on to him for an anchor as his breath became unsteady.

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