"Mmf-" A quick sting on his tongue alerted him to the fangs clicking against his teeth, poking out just past Eric's far too kissable lips. He was aware of blood mingling between their mouths, of the vampire's tongue dipping against his - and of the small pain suddenly flowing away, without reason. The blood stopped - he'd healed somehow.
But this mystery was far less interesting than the body hanging heavy and wanting over him, cold and muscular and making it increasingly difficult to keep his slacks on. His shirt was nearly a lost cause by this point, off his shoulders completely and slipped down to his elbows. He was a ragged, eager mess, glossy-eyed and flushed.
The lips pulled away and Uryuu pulled himself up with them, chasing after the unwanted distance in dismay. His arms tightened, reluctant to let go of so bright a comfort in this dark place. ...And maybe ready to share those lips again. However many hundreds of years Eric had been alive, they had certainly turned him into a fine kisser.
He stared at the healed skin and silently marveled - their kiss had healed them both. ...Or the drug. But the kiss was a drug too, wasn't it? Highly addictive. A stimulant. Uryuu unconsciously mouthed the word.
His world flipped suddenly, and it took Uryuu a moment to realize it was them who had rolled over, not the room. He steadied himself over Eric with hands on his shoulders, feeling at the material of his shirt and pushing it up as he ran clever fingers over contours of muscle. This felt better; he was more in control. Uryuu tilted his head, settling his hips into place over Eric's with languid, rubbing, rocking motions. The chains dangling above them became spirit ribbons - or was it that his spirit ribbons became chains? "You're cocky. Or is it pride? I have a lot of that. That's what I'll show you."
Buttons. He hated buttons. Why were there so many? Uryuu leaned in close to Eric's chest with fiercely narrowed (and terribly distracted) eyes. He pulled buttons free from Eric's shirt in sharp, short motions, and when the last three resisted him, he bent to use his mouth instead.
askdlf ogod how drunk/asleep was I in that last tag...
But this mystery was far less interesting than the body hanging heavy and wanting over him, cold and muscular and making it increasingly difficult to keep his slacks on. His shirt was nearly a lost cause by this point, off his shoulders completely and slipped down to his elbows. He was a ragged, eager mess, glossy-eyed and flushed.
The lips pulled away and Uryuu pulled himself up with them, chasing after the unwanted distance in dismay. His arms tightened, reluctant to let go of so bright a comfort in this dark place. ...And maybe ready to share those lips again. However many hundreds of years Eric had been alive, they had certainly turned him into a fine kisser.
He stared at the healed skin and silently marveled - their kiss had healed them both. ...Or the drug. But the kiss was a drug too, wasn't it? Highly addictive. A stimulant. Uryuu unconsciously mouthed the word.
His world flipped suddenly, and it took Uryuu a moment to realize it was them who had rolled over, not the room. He steadied himself over Eric with hands on his shoulders, feeling at the material of his shirt and pushing it up as he ran clever fingers over contours of muscle. This felt better; he was more in control. Uryuu tilted his head, settling his hips into place over Eric's with languid, rubbing, rocking motions. The chains dangling above them became spirit ribbons - or was it that his spirit ribbons became chains? "You're cocky. Or is it pride? I have a lot of that. That's what I'll show you."
Buttons. He hated buttons. Why were there so many? Uryuu leaned in close to Eric's chest with fiercely narrowed (and terribly distracted) eyes. He pulled buttons free from Eric's shirt in sharp, short motions, and when the last three resisted him, he bent to use his mouth instead.