Control - no one had offered that to him before. Not likes this. The body under him was bigger, older, full of a strength his muscles would never know... and Eric was offering it to him, playfully. Lighthearted sensuality in the vampire's smile became luminescence in the room, shining off metal and energy and radiating in every direction until Uryuu had to close his eyes against it. He didn't need them anyway. He didn't need any of the limitations that had held him back before.
"...By listening." The V and the drink swirled together through his bloodstream, drew his long fingers down to stroke the white column of Eric's throat, guide his chin back and tease just past his lips. Flirting with his fangs.
Strong. He was so strong. He could feel every soul in this place, suck the spirit particles from the air until they were all left gasping and desperate. Destroy and remake them a thousand times. The Shinigami had been right to fear the Quincy. What do you do with a race stronger than gods of death?
Humming buzzed past his lips without his realizing it, some jaunty, dorky pop song that he would have condemned in the daylight. Two of his fingers pressed further into Eric's mouth, lightly stroking the wet length of his tongue as though it wasn't a tongue at all. All the while his hips moved, slow semi-circles in either direction that rumpled fabric and made his thighs tremble.
"You won't bite," Uryuu hummed matter-of-factly as he bent, long and flexible, to rub his cheek softly against Eric's. It was like rubbing polished ice. "Only if I say so. Do you understand?"
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"...By listening." The V and the drink swirled together through his bloodstream, drew his long fingers down to stroke the white column of Eric's throat, guide his chin back and tease just past his lips. Flirting with his fangs.
Strong. He was so strong. He could feel every soul in this place, suck the spirit particles from the air until they were all left gasping and desperate. Destroy and remake them a thousand times. The Shinigami had been right to fear the Quincy. What do you do with a race stronger than gods of death?
Humming buzzed past his lips without his realizing it, some jaunty, dorky pop song that he would have condemned in the daylight. Two of his fingers pressed further into Eric's mouth, lightly stroking the wet length of his tongue as though it wasn't a tongue at all. All the while his hips moved, slow semi-circles in either direction that rumpled fabric and made his thighs tremble.
"You won't bite," Uryuu hummed matter-of-factly as he bent, long and flexible, to rub his cheek softly against Eric's. It was like rubbing polished ice. "Only if I say so. Do you understand?"