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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"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.

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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.

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It wasn't as though Ric were terrified. Just enough of an edge lingering there to keep things really interesting for him, and it certainly would build trust. Elijah restraining himself from going near his throat at all would have been awkward enough even for a human for Ric to follow along, get uncomfortable and frustrated. It was just something that he was going to ride out -with pleasure- in the meanwhile.

When Elijah moved away from his throat, though, down over his collarbone, the another layer of sensation and want and very human hunger took over. He gasped at the flick of Elijah's tongue and he moved his hand down to Elijah's shoulder. He didn't push downward, but his fingers in Elijah's hair seem to have frozen there, beyond loosening on his own. The one on his shoulder stayed light, easy, tracing back along and over the back of Elijah's neck with just the edge of nails.

He still felt a little out of sorts, not doing so much as feeling. That might have stopped him relaxing into it, but it certainly didn't stop him from enjoying it. Though the desire to move was... really strong. Not just his hips, but all of him. Do something back, give something back, not just... enjoy it. It was a thing, but a very background one as long as shocks of sensation were set off at regular intervals.

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Elijah circled his tongue around the nipple he'd started with, then dragged his mouth to the other, sucking lightly. His fingers kept the slow strokes, twisting lightly as he moved up, around his head, then back down. The scent of arousal was heavy in the hair--his and Ric's. It just increased his, truthfully, as did each sound Ric made, gasps included.

He glanced up at Ric through his lashes, watching his face as his teased his nipple...then moved lower. Over his stomach, across to his hip, nibbling just a bit at the inner hollow of his hipbone, then back to his stomach, following the trail of hair downward.

His hand kept working, never increasing the pace, even as his mouth reached him. Another flick of a look up at him, and he circled the tip of his tongue around the head of Ric's cock.

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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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.