It all has its desired effect - her eyes watch him, intent and focused, viewing the show with all the appreciation and hunger one could desire from an audience. There are several comments she could make, but the words hardly matter when instead she's feeling her own resistance ebb. Gods, but it's hard to be slow when she wants to pounce on him instead, but she did promise. Still keeping herself in check, while a dozen filthy imaginings flit through her head, the trail of her eyes making absolutely no secret of it.
But when she steps close again, none of them gain a voice. Instead, she fits her hand to his cheek and exhales slow. As good at reading people as he is, he'll know the coiling tension in her, how she's keeping it in check. Steady, steady. No need to rush with this. It's exceptionally difficult. It's maddening. It's a fun challenge.
"...You're beautiful, Erik."
For all that she is, when she voices words like that, she means them. Not a trace of deceit or hesitation, only appreciation. There is no comparison to her other partners - why should there be? Every person is different, with different qualities. And right now, her thoughts are focused on him, on giving him the experience he's asked for. Even if she's only keeping her mouth close enough to tease, her entire self just away enough to not touch, save for her hand.
His breath catches in a very human way when she calls him beautiful. The way she says it, when she's looking at him like that, he can tell she means it more than skin deep. He expects himself to balk at it but... no. This time he can let himself get lost in the intensity of her gaze, the warmth of her hand on his face, and let himself believe it's true.
For once, he can't think of anything to say. He doesn't have the words to describe how deeply she's touched him. But, he can see how she strains at holding back. For him. Now it's he who cannot hold back. He drives his lips into hers, hungry for more of her heat. It's not enough, so he presses his naked body against her as if he's trying to become one with her and not even in the sexy way.
Warmth radiates from her, everywhere they touch, pouring into him. She kisses him back, clasping him close. Her touch runs down his arms, his sides, his hips - and yet, for all the desire that's so easy to read, it never once strays towards his back. Fever promised, after all, and if she thought she couldn't keep the promise, she would ask him to bind her hands so she could keep it.
Somehow, her hands wind up in his hair, running through it and using the leverage to gently coax his head back. All the easier then to kiss down his jaw, his neck. Where a pulse would beat if he had one, where she might be otherwise tempted to leave marks.
"All this time before us," she murmurs into the hollow of his throat. "I'll make good use of it." Until he can't doubt that he's being handled with affection. A different day, she might have sunk her teeth into him - but restraint. Something kinder than that.
Erik's head tips back in her grip as he gives himself over to the sensation of her fingers raking his hair. The heat of her mouth on his jaw, spreading kisses down his neck, makes him shudder in delight while the hairs on his body all stand at attention.
His hair is not the only part of him standing at attention. His cock throbs against her, as if in objection to her promise of a slow build. Patience, he cautions himself. He's the one who asked for this, after all.
"I'm already going weak in your arms, Fever. You're going to melt me into a puddle." He's going to enjoy every minute of it. He already is.
"I'll need to be careful to prevent that. Puddles aren't exactly sexy things."
He'll feel her smile and hear it in her voice, as she guides them to the bed, coaxing him with movement and kisses to lie on his back. There. Exposed, but protected. Means she can settle by his side and continue, learning his body under her hands and lips. Moving down, but decidedly avoiding where her attentions might be most desired. Her mouth ghosts over his hip instead, the gentlest suggestion of teeth over the bone.
"You would be surprised the things that can be made sexy."
As she coaxes him to lay down on the bed, he's surprised by how pleasantly empty his mind is, as if the thoughts that would usually plague him have been swathed in cotton and pushed far away. All that's left to focus on is the way she makes him burn with lust, each kiss and caress building that flame higher. A deep and desperate whimper rattles the back of his throat when her teeth ghost over his hip. He spasms beneath her so hard and fast that the bedframe croaks in worrying ways as he forces himself down against the mattress to keep from bucking her off his his full strength.
"All this, and I've only given you a little. Are you that pent up, Erik?"
Amused, but entirely unconcerned with going faster until he asks. This is about what he asked for, after all, though Fever wouldn't even try to hide how his reaction feeds her own hunger. It's a bright thing with teeth, and she wants, but she also wants to see if she can unwind him fully in exactly the method he asked for.
"If you can't wait, I should take you down my throat and see just how many pretty sounds you make. But I won't be through with you for a while yet."
A single kiss under his navel, while her hands fit to his sides, nails very lightly dragging over. No pain, just sensation."
Chagrinned, he laughs almost as much at himself as at the tease. "I may be a thousand year old vampire, Fever, but I am still only a man." A very horny man who is, as it turns out, more pent up than even he realized. Evidenced by how his cock stands up on its own when she mentions taking him down her throat. What, is he supposed to say no to an offer like that?
It's an offer he can't refuse, especially when she's still tantalizing him with that kiss and the light bite of nails. "Make me sing for you, Fever," he practically growls. "You'll find that I won't be done for a while yet, either."
Fever smiles and changes her position to be properly between his legs, settling there more comfortably. With permission granted, she lowers her head and licks up his cock, pressing a kiss to the head of it. Still teasing, even now, until she pushes a stray bit of hair back and commits herself to the act.
Slow and careful, taking him in her mouth, so she doesn't choke. So she can pay attention to every twitch of his, her tongue stroking him as she moves back and forth. Fever dares to look up during this - she wants to see his face at least once as she tends to him, to bask in his reactions.
"Ffffuck," he hisses under his breath. He loves the tease, loves the way she takes her time on him, yet, paradoxically, it makes him more frantic for each touch. He's thoroughly caught in that delicious dilemma between holding back and letting go and each dip of her head over his cock brings out a new mewl of pleasure he can't hope to stifle.
When she first peers up at him, she'll see his face drawn tight in a look that's almost agony for how powerful it is, but when he opens his eyes and catches her observing, it's carnal heat that fills his expression. He reaches a hand out to cup her head and hold back her hair at the same time. His hand moves with her head, never forceful, but she may notice each pass she makes closer to his balls has his fingers flexing in a telling way.
It's a very satisfying feeling to hear him, to feel him. To know that every sound, every twitch is her doing. And then to see that look in his eyes, it hits her as a rush. A look like that could set someone on fire if they weren't already there, and she's twice as eager now to do her duty.
Fever could draw back, make Erik more desperate until he begged, but that's not the point of today. Another time, perhaps, if he wants to repeat the experience. This time, it's about bringing pleasure, in being indulgent. And so, noting that movement of his, her free hand comes to caress his balls, toying with them as her mouth keeps going. Erik need think of nothing else beyond chasing down his own satisfaction, nothing else than enjoying the moment.
Fever truly could have gotten him to beg, his eyes have pleading in them already, but she doesn't, and a separate part of him is grateful for that. She gives him what he desires without needing to ask.
"Ohhh," he groans appreciatively, his hip twitching in time with her every caress. "Just like that."
He can feel the first hints of deep pressure kindling in his loins, and now he has a choice. It's easy enough to suppress it and keep going, often he does, but today is for his pleasure. Today, he will indulge in easy release. For once, he won't hold himself back. One last thread of tension in him snaps and, at that moment, he sags, bonelessly, beneath Fever.
"Just like that," he whispers, "and I'll be yours in short o-order."
Good, she thinks, deeply gratified to feel the change in him. Just like that. She relaxes her jaw so she can take him a little deeper, work him over better, suck harder. Let go. All he has to do is let go, and be hers, and she wants to see it. Not because he's the town's premier whore, or because he's a centuries old vampire, but because he asked this of her, and she can bestow it.
It seems so easy now, once the decision is made. His back arches as she swallows him deeper; his cock twitches against her tongue. Oh, fuck, he's getting close. Don't hold it back, he reminds himself. He's so deep in the feeling of her around him that he's not sure he still could.
"Fever!" he cries, both a warning and encouragement at once. His hips flex and hold the tension, all of him winding up for that forewarned explosion.
"Fe-v-AH!" With her name still on his lips, white heat explodes behind his eyes, pleasure spilling out of him in comparatively cold spurts against her tongue. Not once, or twice, but three times in rapid succession.
She's ready for it, and seeing and feeling him truly come apart feels exquisite, like a low hum of static along her nerves. Swallowing him down, a stray thought comes into her mind - huh, this is cold too - before she slowly pulls back and off of him, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before she smiles, all self-satisfaction and genuine brightness.
Crawling back up to his side, her hand traces lazy patterns on his stomach, letting him come down slowly. No rush. Nothing more than being wanted just because he's Erik.
He laughs at himself as he starts to regain his awareness and realizes his limbs are splayed to either side, his belly up like a dog--very happy to accept belly rubs. When she crawls up beside him, one of those splayed arms curls around her shoulder, cradling her close so he can continue to bask in her glowing warmth.
"Thank you," he whispers, as he leans to brush a kiss across her cheek. He doesn't want to move. Not yet. And she's in no hurry either. So, for once, he allows himself to lounge and rest, to enjoy the buoyant bliss of orgasm without letting the worries of the world creep in just yet.
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But when she steps close again, none of them gain a voice. Instead, she fits her hand to his cheek and exhales slow. As good at reading people as he is, he'll know the coiling tension in her, how she's keeping it in check. Steady, steady. No need to rush with this. It's exceptionally difficult. It's maddening. It's a fun challenge.
"...You're beautiful, Erik."
For all that she is, when she voices words like that, she means them. Not a trace of deceit or hesitation, only appreciation. There is no comparison to her other partners - why should there be? Every person is different, with different qualities. And right now, her thoughts are focused on him, on giving him the experience he's asked for. Even if she's only keeping her mouth close enough to tease, her entire self just away enough to not touch, save for her hand.
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For once, he can't think of anything to say. He doesn't have the words to describe how deeply she's touched him. But, he can see how she strains at holding back. For him. Now it's he who cannot hold back. He drives his lips into hers, hungry for more of her heat. It's not enough, so he presses his naked body against her as if he's trying to become one with her and not even in the sexy way.
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Somehow, her hands wind up in his hair, running through it and using the leverage to gently coax his head back. All the easier then to kiss down his jaw, his neck. Where a pulse would beat if he had one, where she might be otherwise tempted to leave marks.
"All this time before us," she murmurs into the hollow of his throat. "I'll make good use of it." Until he can't doubt that he's being handled with affection. A different day, she might have sunk her teeth into him - but restraint. Something kinder than that.
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His hair is not the only part of him standing at attention. His cock throbs against her, as if in objection to her promise of a slow build. Patience, he cautions himself. He's the one who asked for this, after all.
"I'm already going weak in your arms, Fever. You're going to melt me into a puddle." He's going to enjoy every minute of it. He already is.
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He'll feel her smile and hear it in her voice, as she guides them to the bed, coaxing him with movement and kisses to lie on his back. There. Exposed, but protected. Means she can settle by his side and continue, learning his body under her hands and lips. Moving down, but decidedly avoiding where her attentions might be most desired. Her mouth ghosts over his hip instead, the gentlest suggestion of teeth over the bone.
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As she coaxes him to lay down on the bed, he's surprised by how pleasantly empty his mind is, as if the thoughts that would usually plague him have been swathed in cotton and pushed far away. All that's left to focus on is the way she makes him burn with lust, each kiss and caress building that flame higher. A deep and desperate whimper rattles the back of his throat when her teeth ghost over his hip. He spasms beneath her so hard and fast that the bedframe croaks in worrying ways as he forces himself down against the mattress to keep from bucking her off his his full strength.
"You really are driving me wild."
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Amused, but entirely unconcerned with going faster until he asks. This is about what he asked for, after all, though Fever wouldn't even try to hide how his reaction feeds her own hunger. It's a bright thing with teeth, and she wants, but she also wants to see if she can unwind him fully in exactly the method he asked for.
"If you can't wait, I should take you down my throat and see just how many pretty sounds you make. But I won't be through with you for a while yet."
A single kiss under his navel, while her hands fit to his sides, nails very lightly dragging over. No pain, just sensation."
"Your choice."
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It's an offer he can't refuse, especially when she's still tantalizing him with that kiss and the light bite of nails. "Make me sing for you, Fever," he practically growls. "You'll find that I won't be done for a while yet, either."
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Slow and careful, taking him in her mouth, so she doesn't choke. So she can pay attention to every twitch of his, her tongue stroking him as she moves back and forth. Fever dares to look up during this - she wants to see his face at least once as she tends to him, to bask in his reactions.
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When she first peers up at him, she'll see his face drawn tight in a look that's almost agony for how powerful it is, but when he opens his eyes and catches her observing, it's carnal heat that fills his expression. He reaches a hand out to cup her head and hold back her hair at the same time. His hand moves with her head, never forceful, but she may notice each pass she makes closer to his balls has his fingers flexing in a telling way.
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Fever could draw back, make Erik more desperate until he begged, but that's not the point of today. Another time, perhaps, if he wants to repeat the experience. This time, it's about bringing pleasure, in being indulgent. And so, noting that movement of his, her free hand comes to caress his balls, toying with them as her mouth keeps going. Erik need think of nothing else beyond chasing down his own satisfaction, nothing else than enjoying the moment.
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"Ohhh," he groans appreciatively, his hip twitching in time with her every caress. "Just like that."
He can feel the first hints of deep pressure kindling in his loins, and now he has a choice. It's easy enough to suppress it and keep going, often he does, but today is for his pleasure. Today, he will indulge in easy release. For once, he won't hold himself back. One last thread of tension in him snaps and, at that moment, he sags, bonelessly, beneath Fever.
"Just like that," he whispers, "and I'll be yours in short o-order."
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Let go. It's that easy.
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"Fever!" he cries, both a warning and encouragement at once. His hips flex and hold the tension, all of him winding up for that forewarned explosion.
"Fe-v-AH!" With her name still on his lips, white heat explodes behind his eyes, pleasure spilling out of him in comparatively cold spurts against her tongue. Not once, or twice, but three times in rapid succession.
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Crawling back up to his side, her hand traces lazy patterns on his stomach, letting him come down slowly. No rush. Nothing more than being wanted just because he's Erik.
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"Thank you," he whispers, as he leans to brush a kiss across her cheek. He doesn't want to move. Not yet. And she's in no hurry either. So, for once, he allows himself to lounge and rest, to enjoy the buoyant bliss of orgasm without letting the worries of the world creep in just yet.