Elijah

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He'd hesitated, but he'd actually, eventually, bucked up and called Elijah to see if there was any news about the cave. He wasn't sure why, except that it seemed like such a nice, relatively non-threatening distraction.

Better than alcohol and vampire slaying, anyway.

Then he'd invited Elijah over to his place for a drink and to update him, before maybe (hopefully) going out and getting Elijah in there to look around. He understood that even less. Except... Elijah's company had been really, really easy. Kind of weird! But easy.

He missed easy.

Not that kind of easy. Just... close to comfortable, and pleasant.

He met Elijah with the door, handed him a glass of bourbon and stepped back to let him in.

"Any luck?" he asked, as he gestured Elijah toward the living room.

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Ric was pretty okay with the undeniable evidence that Elijah was definitely, definitely, a man. Not something he usually did, but not something that was really threatening to him, either, and certainly nothing that would throw a wrench in the works. He had found Elijah attractive from pretty much the first instant he'd laid eyes on him, after all.

Ric was a little less sure about the vampire thing, but it was less obvious (to him), in the press of Elijah's body. The strength was there, and Elijah could break his neck with one finger if he really wanted to, but it wasn't like Elijah was trying to tear his throat out. What Elijah was doing felt really, really good, and Ric apparently liked Elijah just fine, vampire or no. So, little bit cautious in fits and starts, but nothing major.

No, the only thing happening here that Ric really couldn't figure out what to do with was Elijah seducing him.

He was sincerely a little perplexed. He kissed Elijah, kept kissing Elijah, even pulled him in when Elijah pressed closer to him and the warmth of his body, stroked his hands over Elijah's back and returned the kiss, but there was this point where he just could not figure out what to do with himself, because he was being turned on and relaxed, at the same time. The sound he made into the kiss, accompanied by his tongue flicking lightly along the roof of Elijah's mouth, was just a little confused.

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He'd been tense, wary before and Elijah didn't want that--thus the gentle, relaxing touches. He also didn't necessarily want to push too far too fast, even if he was tempted to somehow figure out quickly how to get Ric out of his clothes and stretched out on something comfortable.

The confused sound, though, had him pulling back almost immediately, though only so much that he could speak, lips moving against Ric's.

"Problems?"

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Ric snorted softly, and with a smile. "Problem...? No.... Reminded of the first time I asked a girl to dance, and couldn't figure out where to put my hands, though. A little." He wasn't uncomfortable, and it wasn't so much of a confession as to make him feel like it was one.

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Elijah chuckled very softly, his fingers sliding up to brush through Ric's hair. "Ah." He leaned in again and nibbled lightly along Ric's jaw, up to his ear, murmuring a little gruffly. "Put your hands wherever you want to put them..."

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Ric hissed a quickly indrawn breath through his teeth, tangled one hand in Elijah's hair and splayed the other low across his back. "I wasn't really waiting on permission.... Just trying to figure you out." He tilted his head to the side, a little deliberately exposing his throat, not so much in offer as in refusal to guard it, and took advantage of the new position to be able to nip fairly sharply at the outer edge of Elijah's ear.

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"Then we're in the same position," Elijah commented against his jaw, shivering a bit at the sharp nip before letting his lips slide slowly down Ric's throat, nibbling and tasting, but not going for the bite....just teasing a little that he might, curious about Ric's reaction.

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Ric's reaction was his pulse racing, the grip in Elijah's hair twisting and tightening, and his hand on Elijah's back clutching into the fabric. He also tensed just a little, like he was bracing for something. There was some arousal there, sure, but mostly it scared the fuck out of him on a primal level.

And Ric failed to acknowledge it, completely. He trailed the tip of his tongue along Elijah's ear, over the spot he'd nipped and further. "I'd hope so... Two different positions and we'd figure out what awkward really is...."

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Elijah whimpered a little at the teasing over his ear, his fingers clutching a bit more at Ric's hip. He noticed the fear--it had its own scent and something just as primal picked up in him in response to the fear. He pushed it back, gave a soft chuckle.

"You make a valid point..." Ric might have ignored the fear, but Elijah wasn't going to. He pulled back, fingertips brushing slowly over Ric's skin, down his neck and caught his gaze, and said softly, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do."

Sex and biting might be intimately linked for him, but he could do without them together.

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Ric breathed through the adrenaline rush and fear, as well as the wave of arousal that swelled in response to Elijah's whimper and the light drag of his fingers over his skin. Shallow, through his mouth, a little deliberate and accompanied by him swallowing against the dryness in his throat. Something flared in his eyes, heated with both desire and... irritation, honestly.

"Did someone imply there was something I didn't want?" It came out a little rough, a little breathless, and with an attempt at levity, but. Nope, this was Ric. He didn't want his fear acknowledged, didn't know how to do less than meet something like that head on, and not back down. He didn't even really know how to let himself be gentled or reassured.

He was, both, but - He shook his head. "I'm fine, Elijah, but us being in the same position might go a little better if that position's not standing up."

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Elijah didn't push the issue, just gave him a little smile and focused on the arousal more than the irritation.

"Sofa or bed?"

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"Bed," he said, firmly, "and naked." He was too old for the sofa, by every measure impossible. Ring or no ring, he was middle aged and treated his body like shit. In decent shape, but claiming he wouldn't end up with a back ache was stretching it.

It also made it sound like he was a lot more confident than he was. He took Elijah's hand and headed toward the bedroom, confidently. He snagged the bottle of bourbon on the way. He didn't bring the glasses.

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Faint surprise flickered at the naked part, half of him having been expecting Ric to pull back, break it off before it got nearly that far. Not that he was complaining, in the least, and he followed Ric to the bedroom.

He reached for the bourbon, setting it on the bedside table when they got there and tugged Ric back to him, kissing him once more, his hands sliding under his t-shirt and pushing it upward. He broke the kiss with a bit of a smirk. "Bed and naked I can do..."

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Ric met the kiss, with a little bit of roughness. When Elijah pushed his shirt up, Ric ducked out of it entirely, with a twist, so that he came out of it and left it in Elijah's hands, and immediately reached for Elijah's tie, working his fingers into the knot to loosen it.

"Well, that's good to know. I'd hate for anything.. unfortunate to happen to your suit...."

Yeah. Ric didn't pull back or break off anything. He was in. He was staying in. And it wasn't just stubbornness, either. He did want Elijah, still wanted to give Elijah that touch, keep Elijah focused on something besides his family. And, again, wanted Elijah.

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"I have other suits," Elijah said, voice with a tiny bit of a growl in it from the roughness and the sight of Ric without his shirt. He tossed the t-shirt aside, then shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall as Ric worked on his suit.

His gaze was greedy, looking over Ric and he reached for his jeans, undoing them, as well.

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"That isn't an excuse to be wasteful...." Like he cared.

Ric shuddered a little under Elijah's look. His hands faltered and went unsteady on Elijah's shirt, when Elijah reached for his jeans. He took a deep breath, steadied himself and then went back to working Elijah's buttons open, top to bottom, untucking the shirt when he needed got far enough, and was able to then carry on to Elijah's belt and trousers.

Steadily, forced on Elijah, and as he started exposing skin getting unsteady for an entirely different reason. Elijah out of the layers and suit was... actually pretty captivating. Enough so to push away any other thoughts, uncertainties or second thoughts he might have had. He kept his fingers brushing over that super smooth skin, a little awed, maybe? Surprised? Something. It didn't even seem real.

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Elijah bit his lower lip to keep from whimpering as Ric's hands slid over his skin. The surprise, at least, he was used to seeing from people when they got under his clothes--like somehow they didn't expect him to be quite so...cut underneath. But he'd been a warrior before he was turned, a warrior for most of the past thousand years, in fact. Some instincts didn't get lost, nor did the body from them, apparently.

But he wasn't thinking about that so much as enjoying the look on Ric's face and the warm slide of his fingers over him. He got Ric's jeans undone and pushed them open and partly down then shrugged out of his shirt, letting it and his tie both fall to join his jacket with a complete lack of concern.

His gaze ghosted over Ric like a caress. His hands followed as he leaned back in to recapture Ric's mouth in a more heated kiss.

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Ric threaded the fingers of both hands into Elijah's hair and used him for balance while he got his jeans off, and out of the way. It involved some wriggling, and more than a little complicated maneuver, but if an Original Vampire couldn't provide physical stability, nothing could. Pants out of the way, he freed one hand from Elijah's hair, but only to slide it down his back, calloused roughed palm pressed flat and pressing inward.

He scratched a little, lightly, when he dragged his hand back up, and nipped softly at Elijah's lower lip before deepening the kiss again. More than a little heated, a lot heated, and a lot of determination, too. Not quite demand, but only because Elijah was Elijah and Ric...

Ric was Ric. He wanted what he wanted, and he wasn't going to back off easily.

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Elijah kept close, arms around Ric and quite enjoying the wriggling. He got rid of the rest of his clothes quickly, as well, before pressing quite close back to Ric and moaned at the slide of skin against skin added to the teeth and nails and...fuck.

The moan got a little lost in the kiss as it heated up, but it was still there. Ric's determination was coming across quite clearly as want and making Elijah question his assumption (from the first kiss) that this was new to him.

One hand slid and twisted in Ric's hair, tangling there as he kissed him back hungrily. His other hand clutched at Ric's hip, digging in firmly, thumb massaging the hollow of his hipbone.

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If Elijah was questioning his assumptions, Ric was doing something right.

He'd gone from not believing vampires existed to figuring out how to hunt them, with less factual information and higher stakes (heh) than he had for this. This? This was just sex. He was turned on, he knew how it worked, and he had more than a little experience with women and a (tiny) bit with men. Vampires... well, whatever. He had lube. If he couldn't put the pieces together, then something was very, very wrong with him.

The twist of Elijah's hand in his hair, the hunger of Elijah's kiss and the solid press of Elijah's fingers into his skin all worked together and made his cock jerk between them and his breath catch. The reaction encouraged him, had him exploring more inside the kiss, sliding his tongue against Elijah's, scratching a bit more along Elijah's back, still light but not quite as careful and - stepping back toward the bed, since 'down' had been part of the goal, and they'd accomplished naked.

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Elijah followed him toward the bed, gently pushing him down on it when they got there and following him down, managing to not break the kiss. The twitch of Ric's cock made his breath catch and his own twitched in response. Now that they were naked and down, Elijah's focus was even more intent.

His fingers dragged up Ric's side, then back down to circle his hip. With a bit of a groan, he rolled his hips into Ric, dragging their cocks against each other. He kept kissing him, though, fascinated by the taste of him--the bourbon and the sheer...raw humanity, as it were. It was intoxicating. He hadn't kissed anyone this thoroughly in a while, and he was reveling in it.

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Ric went with the push, though there was a moment where his heart skipped a beat and his instinctive reaction was to push back against Elijah and fight him off. Something about having Elijah over him sending a fresh kick of adrenaline through him.

He used that reaction, growled into the kiss and slung his arm over Elijah's waist, fingers dug into the Elijah's hip on the opposite side. The roll of Elijah's hips, the drag and friction along his cock, and he arched up into it, hard. Not quite as graceful and fluid as he could have been, but it wasn't a fight or fear, it was just him responding to what Elijah was doing it and... mirroring it as best he could from their reversed positions.

He was quickly getting familiar with the taste and feel of Elijah, actually enjoying the differences in the the temperature and texture of their skin, and arousal wasn't going anywhere. Hell, that little extra jolt of primal fear fed straight back to his cock. He had to breathe, though, even if Elijah didn't, so he wrenched out of the kiss, but moved just far enough away to bite at Elijah's shoulder, just a little roughly.

Based entirely on the reactions he'd gotten to biting so far.

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Elijah felt the flash of fear, but felt the way Ric channeled it, as well, the way he arched up into him and he went with it. His hips ground down against him, increasing the friction, not letting up on that stimulation.

He wasn't going to do anything Ric didn't want, perhaps, but Elijah also tended to take control of the situation.

He let Ric out of the kiss, shivered at the bite when it came, a moan slipping free of his lips. He chuckled a little, turning his head to nip at Ric's ear as he swept a hand down his side to his hip then inward to wrap around his cock, light but sure.

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Ric was still not quite at a place where he completely, physically trusted Elijah, but overall he didn't have a problem with Elijah taking control of the situation. He just didn't want things to back off too far, and didn't want to have to think about what he was doing instead of just doing it.

It was, in fairness, a kind of fine line between trying to be in charge and charging ahead, but he was at least, very much following Elijah's lead, even mirroring him outright, in many ways. He was just doing it with a lot of... enthusiasm, and used it to some degree to mask him not actually knowing what the fuck he was doing.

Though he stopped doing just about everything when Elijah's hand moved inward and long, comparatively cool fingers wrapped around his cock. Even without the nip to his ear, he would have stopped. With it it simply clutched his fingers tightly in Elijah's hair, gasped sharply and stopped, to shudder hard.

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Elijah murmured something very approving at the response. His lips continued to tease over skin, tongue soothing away the nip, then nibbling down along his jaw. His fingers stroked over Ric's cock slowly, exploring it, learning its weight, length, thickness. One fingertip circled the rim of its head, then brushed over the smooth tip, vaguely fascinated by the lack of foreskin. He'd seen--and felt--circumcised cocks before, of course, but far more rarely.

After that teasing explanation, he stroked down his length again, then back up, then found a rhythm, stroking him slowly but firmly, his tongue slipping down the line of his Ric's throat.

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The instinctive fear of having Elijah's mouth at his throat fed into Ric's arousal. The arousal, in turn, blunted the sharper edges off the fear and made is something that was far more about desire than it was danger.

Neither distracted him from the other. Every light, exploring touch of Elijah's fingers sent a jolt through Ric, made his cock lift and twitch in response, and his breath catch a little. The drag of Elijah's tongue over his throat just kept him feeling... exposed in a way that was very, very much new for him. Gently pushed a sort of trust on him, quietly demanded that he believe that Elijah was being honest, and wasn't going to do anything that Ric didn't want.

He didn't stop holding onto Elijah. His grip in Elijah's hair stayed as tight as it had been. His mouth dragged over Elijah's shoulder and the other hand continued to drift along Elijah's side, nails dragging enough to scratch. What did change was subtle, but he stopped scrambling to keep momentum going and worrying about not thinking or figuring out what to do.

He just touched Elijah, tasted him, moved a little restlessly, and slowly gave in to just feeling. Slight lift of his hips, a low groan that wasn't really checked. Brain slowly shifting gears to something a little more primal, more reactive, and a lot less civilized.