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[lordoftheozarks]

When the ringing stops, all you'll hear is a cold voice that says one simple word, "Speak."

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[abhorrently]

"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."

"Your choice."

[lordoftheozarks]

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."

[abhorrently]

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.

[lordoftheozarks]

"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.

[abhorrently]

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.

[lordoftheozarks]

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."

[abhorrently]

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.

Let go. It's that easy.

[lordoftheozarks]

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.

[abhorrently]

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.

[lordoftheozarks]

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.