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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"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.

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Ric smiled a little against the back of Elijah's neck, and kept his face down. The stroking hand kept him reasonably calm, and he was still very much caught up in relaxation, afterglow, and a sense of accomplishment. He kept on holding on as the trembling started to ease. "That was incredible...."

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Elijah chuckled a little, still breathless, and wriggled enough to turn over in Ric's arms and face him. His fingers pressed lightly over Ric's heart, tracing meaningless patterns on skin. "It was," he agreed.

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Ric looked a little surprised when Elijah turned over to face him, then slowly smiled. He was still so, so confused, but riding high on having the touch and accomplishment and given something back and just the orgasm that it didn't seem to matter a lot. "Here's to good interludes, then...." Something good coming out of grief and confusion seemed right, somehow. "You feeling better?"

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Elijah smiled back at him, fingers ghosting up from Ric's chest to cradle at the side of his neck. His thumb stroked slowly over Ric's skin and nodded a little bit. "I am. Thank you..."

He hadn't really thought it was possible a couple of hours ago. Even just focusing on Ric had really helped, though.

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Ric physically reacted, just a little, to the hand coming back up to his throat. It made his breath catch, and his pulse skip a beat, something a little wary flicker in his eyes, but it was all only there for a split second. It didn't even make him stop smiling. Just... physical memory. Apparently necks were good handholds, or something.

"Probably going to make myself sound like a stereotype... But I think everyone needs that, sometimes." Though he was still being awfully affectionate with Elijah. Which was not unrelated to sex, actually. It might even be most of what he was talking about. Maybe.

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Elijah's fingers were gentle on Ric's throat, not pulling back sharply even when he felt the catch and skip. Ric relaxed, and Elijah kept stroking lightly, fingers moving back around to massage the back of Ric's neck idly. He couldn't help wanting to touch him there, so if this was going to continue, he wanted Ric used to it, finding good associations for it.

Of course, it very well might not continue, but. If it did...so, he didn't stop touching, just smiled a little back, and enjoyed the affection.

"Not a stereotype," Elijah said quietly. "I think you're probably quite right. And it's something I forget fairly often."

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Ric would work through it, in time, and Elijah carrying on was both the exactly right way to make that happen, and the best thing he could do for Ric's pride. It let him have the reaction, and move on from it at his own pace, rather than trying to choke it back or force it through, too fast. It was literally perfect for him.

He brushed his thumb across Elijah's cheekbone, definitely affectionate and, fuck, he didn't know if it was going to happen again, but... He hoped so. This was the most relaxed, clear, and focused he'd been in too long. Elijah had given back at least as much as he'd gotten, probably more. That alone formed a connection, for Ric. Not quite gratitude, or anything that simple or insulting, just - affection and maybe the start of understanding.

"How long did you forget, this time?"

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Elijah kept touching, would probably keep it up as long as Ric did, reluctant to pull away from the warmth and connection underneath his skin. The question tugged a wry smile to his lips.

"A while."

Embarrassing to admit just how long.

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"That may be why I decided you were... asexual." he said, with a gentle smile. He had no intention of stopping, yet. He was almost afraid of letting the moment end and going back to... reality, really. He sighed, softly. "You were being effectively celibate."

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"Probably," Elijah said, with a wry smile. "It hasn't really been a priority in a while." He'd had a family to avenge, he thought, and now, one to try and fix. Sex...wasn't something that had been really even much on his radar. He'd been angry--he hadn't hunted in the more pleasant, but the more vicious ways.

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"I think you might have managed to scare even me off, if it had been a priority...." Ironically, he could imagine all the predatory nature channeled toward sex and it was. Sort of terrifying.

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Elijah smirked, just a bit. "Well, now you've gone and reminded me of the benefits..."

A question in there, maybe, implicit, about a one time thing or something that might be repeated, with his own...indication of willingness to do it again, sometime. But also a bit teasing.

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Ric suspected that if he allowed this to become a regular thing, he was very quickly going to end up over his head. Not that it mattered to him. He'd rather be drowning and floundering in this, than in grief and anger, and despair. He also liked the idea of being able to give that back to Elijah. Hell, he just liked Elijah.

"Now that you've been reminded, I hope it doesn't take you a 'while' to do it again." Unsteady, heart racing a little, but not at all unhappy.

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Elijah watched him carefully, reading the heartbeat and the warmth still in his eyes, and smiling a little bit more. When he leaned in to kiss Ric, it might have been a touch tentative, still, but it was warm and real, at the same time.

"I don't think you have to worry about that..."

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Ric met the kiss with warmth and affection, and a sense of relief, almost. He even sighed, just a bit and very briefly. "I'm not worried.... But I'm glad." He kept his eyes closed and actually curled much, much tighter in around Elijah, close as he could be and holding on tightly.