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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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"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?

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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.

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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.

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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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Elijah relaxing into him, the shift and the grip on his hip, were really fucking rewarding for Ric. The rock of Elijah's hips, the soft moan, the clear enjoyment and giving into sensation from someone with Elijah's usual iron control. It also gave him confidence, that he was finding what worked. That he was doing okay, at least okay enough for Elijah to be enjoying himself.

And really, Elijah enjoying himself and giving back a little of the pleasure he'd given Ric was what it was all about. Still totally focused on Elijah, just in a more active way, now. He brushed his lips across the back of Elijah's neck again, sped up his hand just a little bit. Then followed his gut and impulse and tentative, lightly, nipped at the side of Elijah's throat. Testing reactions, seeing what he could add that worked, and what wouldn't.

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Elijah's hips rolled in time with Ric's strokes, and he tilted his head with a shudder at the nip. That...most certainly worked, dragged a moan from his lips. The faster strokes had him gasping, his fingers stroking over Ric's hips, then holding on, then stroking again.

His fingers ran up, twisted into Ric's hair, kept his lips against Elijah's skin as he tilted his head farther. Heat slid through him, sparking along every nerve as pleasure tightened in his core, coalesced into something that demanded release.

"Harder," he managed to gasp out, his fingers flexing in Ric's hair to indicate what he meant--his teeth, not necessarily his hand, though... that worked, too.

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Communication during sex? Ric could get behind that. He could even do that, when it wasn't admitting some kind of thing he saw as a short-coming (pun not intended) on his part. He followed the gasped request (command? Ric didn't know, or care) without a second of hesitation. He tightened his hand, twisted harder, moved faster, and more fluidly. Tilted his head down and bit harder. Still looking for the edges of Elijah's desire. Nipping sharply, but not biting. Stinging, at least, and more than he'd drop on a human lover, but not biting down or holding on.

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He didn't need it to be a full bite. Ric's humanness was evident in the blazing heat of him seeming to surround Elijah. The sting was sharp enough to push him over the edge, clutching at Ric again and crying out softly. He came with another shudder, breath stopping, then gasping as he trembled in the aftermath.

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Drawing that reaction from Elijah, feeling him come undone, trembling and breathless, in his arms was... incredible. Incredible, intense, beautiful, powerful, everything. Maybe he hadn't done anything all that remarkable, but Elijah responding to him... Buttoned up, controlled, restrained Elijah giving him that was just, frankly, beautiful.

He brushed his lips over the spot he'd nipped, gentled his hand and stilled it on Elijah, not wanting to overwhelm him, but continued to hold him, stay pressed tight against him. He closed his eyes against the intensity, but kept right on holding him.

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Elijah kept trembling for a little. Maybe Ric hadn't done anything fancy, but as things had been...it had been a while since he'd had any hand on him but his own.

He relaxed back into Ric's embrace, his fingers coming up to stroke softly over his arm, just a light, easy touch while he came back down.