Tristan Dahler (emptyinside) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-10-01 10:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !flashback, elijah whitaker, seth hart |
Characters: Elijah and Seth
When: Friday, April 4
Location: a bar, then Seth’s place
Warnings/Rating: NSFW and then some (M/M sex, blood)
Summary: Elijah hunts for something a little different.
Status: Complete
The supernatural world had been exposed for just over three months, and Elijah still wasn’t accustomed to it. He’d been a vampire for close to ninety years and he’d spent all that time in secrecy, doing his best to hide his fangs when he had to speak to others, getting blood as best he could as he went from place to place. Now that vampires were known, he’d discovered that there were people who got a perverse kind of thrill from trying to encounter one, from seeing fangs if they did, from even asking to be bitten. He didn’t like it at all. There were citizens of Burlington who tried to figure out who was never seen out in the daylight, who never laughed with their mouths fully open and so on and so forth.
Elijah was concerned for both his reputation and his business, but thus far his worries had been unfounded. The Lodge was doing as well as it had almost since it had opened, and he was feeling secure enough to actually try to seek out someone who might be open to him feeding from them. He could always glamor someone, but that got old. He was feeling restless and hungry and antsy, and maybe that was what drove him to head for the clubs as soon as it got dark. The first one he tried didn’t appeal to him; there was nobody that struck his interest at all, so he quickly moved on his way. He had nothing but time, but he didn’t see the sense of sitting around when the place didn’t seem promising.
The second was better. Dim, decorated with strings of little colored lights and electric lanterns on the tables, techno pounding from the speakers. It was slightly surreal, and he decided to try his luck here. At the bar, he ordered a dark beer and glanced around, just soaking up the ambience.
Seth was not really having a good time. He was trying, but the music was a little too thumpa thumpa for his tastes. Plus, these kinds of places were meant for people who liked to socialize and hook up and Seth was more than a little out of his depth. His friends had long since abandoned him, and he stood in the corner near an empty table, thinking it looked less pathetic than it would if he were sitting. He held his drink, sipping occasionally as his eyes scanned the room. There were a lot of pretty girls there. And really attractive boys. Seth did his best not to linger on any of them, not wanting to come across like a creeper.
When Elijah walked in, Seth's eyes ticked to him and he found it difficult to look away. The guy was... really attractive. He watched him walk to the bar and order a drink, staring for another moment or two before his cheeks flushed and he forced himself to look away. Seth figured guys who looked like that didn't want some stranger eying him for too long.
Elijah caught the furtive motion of someone looking down from not far away, and he turned his head, zeroing in on the source. Dark-haired, pretty, and all alone. He thought he could see a blush staining the guy’s cheeks. Maybe seeking out someone who was alone was a good idea. He might be grateful to have somebody to talk to. Sometimes those who were alone wanted to be left alone, and sometimes they wanted company. No time like the present to find out.
Elijah took his beer and moved in Seth’s direction, liking what he saw more with the closer he got. Dark eyes focused on that entrancing vein in the man’s neck before they trailed up over his angular jaw, cheekbones and then to his eyes. “Evening,” Elijah said, his voice a low rumble. He made no effort to hide his fangs; that might have been the only good thing to come out of the big reveal a few months ago.
Seth drank more of his beer, hating the taste and wishing he had just asked for a water. He was scanning the crowd for his friends when he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that the nice looking guy at the bar was headed in his direction. Panic immediately set in and Seth's gaze darted away, searching for any plausible escape route. All he could think was the guy had spotted Seth staring and was on his way over to ask what Seth's problem was. Or maybe he would just push Seth around some. Granted, Seth hadn't been beat up since junior high, but still. The instinct to shrink away was there, no matter how cowardly.
Seth clutched his beer bottle tighter until Elijah stopped in front of him and spoke. God, he was even better looking up close. And the fangs? They were hard not to notice. Fear dulled a little, replaced by curiosity. The hot guy was a vampire. Ever since the supernatural beings came to light a few months back, Seth had immersed himself in as much vampiric knowledge as possible. He didn't actually seek vampires out, personally, but the instinct was there to find out everything he could. The whole thing was fascinating to him, even while it scared others. "Uh, evening," Seth said before pausing to clear his throat. "Hi."
“Hey,” Elijah said with a warm, charming smile that, again, did nothing to hide the sharpened teeth in the front of his mouth. The man didn’t seem frightened, and there were no harsh, vinegary edges of tension to detect in his scent. That was a good sign. Sometimes when he did this, he felt as if he were acting a part: genial, friendly, personable, even seductive but so far removed from who he normally was. No matter. Like any vampire, he could do what he had to. “Before I devote serious effort to chatting you up, how do you feel about vampires?” He kept his voice pitched low, not wanting to attract undue attention to them.
Despite the fact that Elijah was staring right at him, Seth nearly turned to look over his shoulder, in case there was someone more interesting, and more attractive, standing behind him that Elijah might have been addressing. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the guy. It wasn't only the fangs, it was the eyes and the smile and... guys who looked like that didn't talk much to Seth. Get it together, Seth thought, hating himself for not knowing how to do this. He blinked and tried to rally, doing his best not to think about this stranger informing him that he was intending to chat him up. And Elijah's question needed answering. Damn. "I, uh... I'm okay with vampires," Seth said once he could find his voice. "More than okay, actually. It's... I mean... yeah, it's fine."
Seth might have been surprised about just how attractive Elijah found him. The tentative, unsure thing was a turn-on, in a way, and the dark hair, dark eyes and full mouth didn’t hurt, either. More than okay, he said. He didn’t strike Elijah as a vampire groupie, a ‘fangbanger’ as some liked to call them; the word was so ridiculous it made him roll his eyes whenever he heard it. But he was interested in vampires and not afraid. That was definitely good information to have. “I’m Elijah,” he said, extending a hand to be shaken and smiling again.
Seth definitely wouldn't have called himself a vampire groupie. He found them fascinating, yes, but he had never once considered seeking one out just to hang around or be bitten by them. It was a simple curiosity, that something Seth had always considered to be myth was now reality, and living in society just as normally as he was. Hoping his hand wasn't too damp, Seth reached out to shake Elijah's hand. "Seth," he said, finally managing to smile a little. "You're actually, uh, the first vampire I've ever met... personally, I mean."
Elijah hung on to his hand for a few moments longer than a normal handshake would last and then gradually let it drop. He was the picture of casual cool as he stood there bracing his beer bottle against his thigh, but he didn’t feel cool inside, necessarily. “Well,” he said with a slight nod. “I guess I’ll have to make sure it’s memorable, then.” While he was all for some casual flirting, he was also fine with getting to the point. “Were you here looking for something in particular?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked to Seth’s. He had no plans to glamor him, but he just felt like looking at him that way.
Seth had no idea what was happening. It felt like Elijah was hitting on him, or about to, and Seth was utterly lost as to why. Not that he was going to complain about it, because the guy was pretty damn good looking. It just didn't compute that Elijah would choose Seth out of everyone else in the bar. Licking his lips at the question, Seth ticked his eyes away and scanned the crowded bar for any of his friends. He didn't spot them right away so he returned his gaze to Elijah's. "Not really," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "My friends wanted to go out, so... I went with them. Came with them." His heart was pounding in his chest now, but he was determined not to fudge this up. "Were you here looking for something in particular?"
Elijah could hear the guy’s heartbeat, and he felt fairly certain that he was barking up the right tree here, so to speak. There was a nuance of something that wasn’t fear but excitement when he gazed into Seth’s eyes. He shifted his weight to put him closer to him, a very faint smile tugging his lips upward. “I’m looking for company,” he murmured. “Someone to be close to for the evening, someone who might be willing to let me drink from them.” The expression he wore gave a fairly good indication of what be close to meant, and Seth seemed to be intelligent enough. Elijah didn’t think he’d miss it. “Do you think you’d be interested?”
If the answer was no, Elijah would back off. He wasn’t interested in threatening or glamoring someone into complying. Tonight, he felt like being with someone simply because they wanted to. Wanted him.
Jesus, was this real? Maybe Seth was dreaming. He inhaled softly when Elijah moved in closer and Seth felt his cock stir in his jeans. It was both embarrassing and a little exhilarating and he found he couldn't tear his eyes away from Elijah's face. The vampire was asking to drink from him. It wasn't anything Seth had given any serious consideration to, although obviously he'd been curious about it since finding out vampires were real. Now the opportunity had presented itself, from a vampire who looked like he could take just about anyone home, and Seth was finding it difficult to breathe. He swallowed hard and hoped to God that this wasn't some sort of joke. He'd been humiliated enough in junior high. But Elijah seemed serious and how could Seth say no without going home and regretting it later? "Y-Yeah," Seth said. Then he nodded more firmly. "Yes."
Elijah could smell the beginning hints of arousal, and he breathed in deeply, not caring if it might look strange. There were very few aromas he liked better. After Seth said yes, definitively, Elijah leaned in closer, placing his nose against Seth’s neck, right beneath his ear, and let his lips brush the skin there. He was hungry, sure, which was one reason why he’d gone out looking for someone tonight. But he was also feeling increasingly aroused and looking forward to the entire evening, not merely the ingestion of blood. Lifting his head to look into Seth’s eyes at close range, he murmured, “Do you have somewhere we can go, or should I find us a hotel room?” He would never bring a human he’d just met to the house, even if said human would be unlikely to be able to find it again.
Seth's lips parted, the breath he released barely audible. But his pulse jumped at Elijah being so close, the man's nose pressing against Seth's skin. It was a miracle Seth didn't come in his pants right then and there. How humiliating would that have been? The threat was still there, of course, and Seth felt his cheeks burn at the realization that he was nearly fully hard in his jeans. So much for being smooth and confident. "I, uh..." He had to speak. And like a normal human being, not a stammering twit. He had an impressive IQ, and here he could barely form a sentence. Seth blamed Elijah, of course. His proximity, and the way he smelled. It was messing with Seth's brain. "I live nearby," he managed, eyes locked on Elijah's. "We can go there, if you want."
“All right,” Elijah said, feeling nearly as flustered as Seth was even if he didn’t show it. The man was placing a remarkable amount of trust in him, but then anyone who picked somebody else up at a club and went off with them was doing the same. Normal people could be killers just as easily as vampires or werewolves or anything else. He drank down another couple of mouthfuls from his bottle and then put it down on a nearby empty table, because beer suddenly wasn’t doing it for him. Not when he knew there was something better coming. “Are you ready to go?” He hoped so, because he certainly was.
It was definitely risky, taking a vampire to his home, and more or less giving the guy permission to bite him. But Elijah was just… hypnotic. And it had all happened so fast, and Seth was still trying to catch up. Maybe a part of him was still convinced this was a joke of some sort and Elijah's friends would come out of the woodwork at any moment, laughing. But Elijah appeared completely serious and Seth turned to set his empty glass down on the nearby table. "Yeah." Wow, he was quite the conversationalist tonight, wasn't he? Seth considered trying to find one of his friends, but he didn't want to make Elijah wait, so Seth brushed his hands against his jeans and glanced at Elijah before heading for the door. "Did you drive?" Seth asked suddenly, dark brows drawing together curiously. "If not, I can try to catch a cab. It's... not far, but too far to walk."
Elijah couldn’t have been further from in a joking mood. He was walking moderately fast to get outside, and he waited until he’d gotten there to answer Seth’s question. “I have a car,” he said, then took hold of Seth’s arm just above the wrist to tug him in that direction. The feel of his warm skin was intoxicating, and he had to resist the urge to just stroke it as they walked. He wanted to be able to get to wherever Seth lived, but suddenly it was hard to wait. With his free hand, he pulled his key out of his pocket and pushed the button to flash the lights and unlock the door when they got close to the silver ‘65 Ferrari 275 GTB.
Seth blinked rapidly as Elijah took hold of his arm and he felt his skin heat again. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched him, even a simple touch like that. Seth knew he probably wouldn't have reacted so strongly to it if he wasn't already attracted to, and intimidated by, Elijah. He was still sort of moving on instinct, at least until he spotted the Ferrari. "Holy hell," Seth said with a quick smile, the first on his lips since Elijah approached him. "You've got to be kidding me. Is this seriously your car? This is amazing."
The smile transfixed Elijah for a few seconds, because it was so natural and unfeigned. It made what he already considered an attractive man even more attractive. “It’s my main indulgence,” he admitted. He had to dress nicely for work, so he had some expensive and well-made clothes, but he didn’t necessarily care about them. The car, he did. It had been lovingly restored and maintained, and it was the one thing he wouldn’t have wanted to be without. He let go of Seth in order to open the passenger door for him, then he rounded the car to get in, himself. “Direct me,” he said with a smile, since he had no idea where they were going.
"It's an impressive indulgence," Seth said, still staring at the car before Elijah startled him back to the present by opening the car door for him. He was actually going to get to ride in a Ferrari. It was the second best thing to... well, driving a Ferrari. Seth got into the car and buckled his seat belt, quickly running his hand over the dash and whatever else he could reach before Elijah climbed inside. Then his hands were back in his lap and he let his eyes wander instead. He had nearly forgotten he was taking a vampire home. Elijah's gentle demand prompted Seth to look up quickly. "Direct...? Oh! Yeah, uh, at the first light go left. Like, I said, I'm not too far." And he prayed his apartment was clean. Seth knew he had some dirty dishes in the sink. And maybe some dirty clothes on his bedroom floor. But... everything else was tidy, he was sure of it. "So... why me?" Seth asked after they were on their way. "I mean, out of everyone there..."
Elijah could tell Seth was impressed with the car, and it was endearing, in a way. He was smiling as he steered the car in the direction Seth told him. When Seth asked why him, Elijah blinked and stared out at the road as he tried to figure out how to answer. It always surprised him, in a way, when anyone made it clear that they thought he was attractive, and Seth almost sounded like he was implying that Elijah was out of his league. He didn’t think that to be true at all. “I like the way you look,” he said finally. “And you seemed interested in me, and not afraid at all.” He wasn’t sure if that was the kind of answer Seth was looking for, but it was what he had.
Seth was convinced that Elijah was absolutely out of his league. It wasn't as if Seth hadn't had relationships in the past. He had. Mostly with girls, though two with guys. None of them had lasted very long, and none of them had been with people who were so good looking that Seth completely forgot that he had a brain, and that he was actually capable of intelligent speech. He felt silly about it, but everything had gone blank inside of him the moment he spotted Elijah coming through the door back at the bar. And now Seth was in the guy's car, and taking him home and had already agreed to let the vampire drink his blood. Holy crap, he had gone crazy, hadn't he? Seth licked his lips, feeling his face flush pleasantly at the compliment. Or well, he assumed I like the way you look was a compliment. "I don't have any reason to be afraid of you," Seth replied with a casual shrug before he glanced at Elijah. "Right?"
Elijah glanced over at him, definite warmth in his eyes. “No, you don’t,” he said. “No reason at all.” And he wouldn’t. Elijah wasn’t into causing harm to anyone. He’d fight if he needed to, to defend himself, but under ordinary circumstances he was one of the mildest of men, if a little moody. He steered the car, waiting for further instructions as to where to go, hoping it was close. He felt an intense need tonight for closeness, to feel someone else’s skin against his, for touch. Feeding would only add to the intensity, and he was ready for it all.
Seth took him at his word, because even though he might have felt anxious, and his heart was still a jackhammer in his chest, he didn't feel like he was in danger. A lot of people would have noticed the fangs and probably made a run for it, but Seth was more intrigued than anything else. He motioned ahead, giving Elijah more precise directions to his apartment. When they arrived, Seth climbed out of the car, a little disappointed at the short ride, but thankful to have had it at all. Then he fumbled in his pocket for his keys, feeling a little out of his depth all over again. "Sorry for any mess," Seth muttered, blushing hotly again as he unlocked the door and prayed that his nosy neighbor, Connie, wasn't watching from her window.
“It doesn’t matter,” Elijah said. “You weren’t expecting company.” He followed Seth into the apartment, and it seemed fine to him. Not that he cared about that at all; he was more interested in other things. This was a sort of anticipation he hadn’t had in a while. Elijah hadn’t taken the time to indulge himself in anything that wasn’t entirely necessary in some time, and he’d have to say that he was looking forward to this immensely. Now that they were inside, he reached into his pants pocket and took out a small plastic case and matter-of-factly opened it and took out the two small items inside: sheaths for his fangs. He’d had them made several years ago so he could engage in certain activities without cutting another person’s skin before he was ready. Once he’d slipped them on, he put the case back into his pocket. The sheaths were white, like his fangs and teeth, and not noticeable at all.
Seth led him inside and then shut the door behind Elijah, locking it quickly. Setting his keys down on the small table by the door, Seth toed out of his shoes and nearly asked Elijah if he wanted something to drink. It was a ridiculous question, of course, and he was grateful that his brain stopped him before he embarrassed himself with it. Seth watched Elijah slip something in his mouth, over his fangs, and his heart started pounding hard again. He kind of understood what they were for, and he was kind of thankful for it. "My, uh, my room..." Seth motioned awkwardly down the narrow hall before he released a short laugh and ran both hands through his already tousled hair. "I'm sorry. I just... haven't done this before. I mean, bringing someone home like this."
Elijah slipped his own shoes off when Seth did, leaving them next to the couch, out of the way. He walked over to Seth in socked feet, able to sense as well as see his nervousness. “I’ll really have to make it memorable then, won’t I?” he asked softly. He took the other man’s hand, carefully and gently twining their fingers together, then leaned in for a kiss, hoping the mouth to mouth contact would help relax Seth somewhat. Well, either that or get him stirred up enough that he’d forget he was nervous. Either way worked for him. With his fangs safely covered, he was able to initiate a kiss that was at first slow and gradually increased to full-on open mouthed.
It was hot and exciting to kiss a near stranger, yes… but there was something about Seth that appealed to him on a deeper level. He tasted good and smelled incredible to Elijah, and he wanted to do too much all at once: kiss, lick, touch, grope.
The kiss certainly helped, although Seth's heart felt like it was about to pound its way out of his chest before Elijah actually touched him. It was just the nervous anticipation of it all. Elijah was just... crazy hot and seemed pretty confident. Seth hadn't had sex in awhile either, but he was determined not to waste the opportunity that was being handed to him. He wanted this, and he wanted to enjoy it. Elijah's kiss immediately set Seth's body aflame and he parted his lips without thinking, wanting to taste more of Elijah's mouth. Yes, it was exciting to kiss someone he had known for less than an hour, and maybe there was something to be said for being impulsive. Seth lifted a hand to the back of Elijah's neck, pressing his fingers against his skin gently.
When Elijah felt Seth touch him, he eased closer, pressing his body against Seth’s and raising their linked hands to rest against Seth’s hip. He wanted to touch Seth with it and yet he seemed to be too distracted to loose his fingers from Seth’s. Maybe it had been too long since he’d had a kiss like this: deep and wet and thorough. It was draining his ability to apply logic. Finally he broke it so he could murmur, “Where were we going again?” He was joking, of course, his mood turning to intense yet playful.
It was a lot easier to let go of his anxiety once his body began to respond to Elijah's kiss. Funny how arousal could so easily erase the nervous energy that had been building inside of him since Elijah approached him in the bar. Apparently Seth's libido was in charge at the moment, and his shy uncertainty was taking a back seat. Thank god. He just wanted to lose himself in the feel of Elijah's mouth against his own, the way it sent heat licking down his spine.
When Elijah pulled away, Seth drifted forward, not wanting to break away from his mouth. But he spoke and prompted Seth to blink in confusion before realizing what Elijah meant. "Oh, right," he said hoarsely before clearing his throat and stepping back and rubbing the nape of his neck. "My room... it's this way." He stood there awkward for a half a second before turning to lead Elijah down the hall. It was a one bedroom apartment, and small, so it didn't take long to push open his bedroom door. His room was fairly bare but for a bed, his dresser and two desks that had three computers set up on them. At least he had a bedframe, so it wasn't like he was a total loser or anything.
Elijah couldn’t have cared less about how the room was set up or anything in it. He could have managed without a bed, but comfort was nice, too. After he’d glanced around for a few moments, he took off his shirt and draped it over the back of the desk chair. Next came the v-necked undershirt, which he tossed more carelessly over it before turning back to Seth. Seth didn’t look to be the flashy type, but Elijah would’ve been willing to bet there was a decent body underneath his clothes. Hopefully, he’d be finding out very shortly.
Seth watched as Elijah took off his shirts, and he did his best not to stare. He wasn't as defined in the chest area as Elijah was, but Seth was in decent enough shape that he didn't feel too inadequate taking his own shirt off. The sooner they got undressed, the better, because arousal would really take care of the rest of his nerves. He wasn't entirely sure where his shirt ended up after he dropped it, and with his heart pounding in his chest, Seth closed the distance between he and Elijah, reaching out to touch the guy's waist as he pulled him in for another kiss. See? He could take initiative too.
Initiative was good. Elijah melted into the kiss, savoring the press of skin on skin. There wasn’t much need for talking anyway, since they both knew what they were there for. There were people who didn’t like to kiss strangers, thought it was too intimate, and there were times when Elijah was on board with that. Tonight, though, it felt just right. He let his hands wander over Seth’s bare skin, stroking, occasionally squeezing, just taking it slow and easy before he went for the button on Seth’s jeans, popping it open and then unzipping him.
It was probably better to keep kissing. Seth knew if he didn't stay focused, the silence would get to him and he would start talking, or stammering, and probably ruin the mood. So he rested his hands on Elijah's waist, noting immediately the cooler skin, parting his lips to kiss Elijah deeper. His heart thudded when he felt Elijah pulling his zipper down, but then his own fingers were at Elijah's jeans and he began to do the same, feeling his arousal spike now with the need to touch and taste.
It really had been a long time since he’d done this. Elijah was realizing that the longer he kissed and touched Seth. He worked the other man’s pants and briefs down as far as he could get them and then helped with his own, leaving them both bare save the clothing that was bunched at about mid-thigh on both of them. He allowed a few presses of bare groin to groin before pulling back enough to murmur, “Should we take this to the bed?” He wanted to be completely undressed, bare and uninhibited, lost from everything for a little while.
If it had been long for Elijah, it had probably been even longer for Seth. Of course, the longer Elijah touched him, the easier it was to forget that particular fact. His entire body felt unbearably hot, but in the best of ways. Elijah's question drew Seth out of his aroused, hazy distraction and he blinked rapidly before glancing over to his neatly made bed. "Yeah," he said hoarsely, letting his hands run down Elijah's chest once more before stepping back. He got rid of his clothes completely and took a step toward his bed. For a split second he thought about the condoms he had in his bedside drawer, but then he realized he had no idea if a vampire would need one. Maybe. He wasn't sure, but Seth would ask if Elijah didn't make that particular move. Sitting down on the bed, Seth reached for Elijah again to pull him close.
Elijah had no need whatsoever for condoms, but lube would be a necessity for what he hoped to do. Well, they’d get to that. He got his clothing the rest of the way off, distracted enough to leave it on the floor as opposed to putting it over the back of the chair, and followed Seth to the bed. When Seth reached for him, he pushed at the other man’s shoulders, urging him to lie down so Elijah could move over the top of him and then rest his full weight on him. He went in for another intense kiss, searching the other man’s mouth as thoroughly as if he were trying to learn him by heart.
Inhaling softly, Seth laid back, his heart thudding madly in his chest. The excitement had definitely outweighed his nervousness now and his cock was almost fully hard by the time Elijah moved on top of him. The man's body was cool, but firm and Seth rested his hands on his waist before parting his mouth for Elijah's kiss. He lost himself to it, moaning against Elijah's mouth as his hands began to roam over the man's back. How the hell had this happened to him tonight? It seemed so random, but like he had won some kind of Hot Guy Lottery. But the reason didn't really matter. All that mattered was that he had an incredibly sexy man in his bed who seemed to really want him, and Seth was going to enjoy every single second he had of it.
In this case, Elijah was finding that he actually wanted the sex as much as he wanted the blood, and that didn’t always happen. He generally had a good eye for people, and there was something about Seth that he was really into in the very brief time he’d known him. Maybe they could end up with an arrangement of some sort. It had been quite a while since Elijah had had that. He kissed the other man harder, never more grateful for the fang sheaths than he was right now, and then began to work his way down his body, wanting to taste, lick, rasp his tongue over bare skin. It all felt completely perfect to him.
Seth honestly wasn't sure what he was craving more. Being bitten for the first time, or this. Just imagining Elijah fucking him had Seth's body heat rising in anticipation. He was trembling now and almost convinced that this was some dirty, erotic dream. He would wake up any moment, hard as a rock and frustrated. But no, it felt real. Oh yes, Elijah's hands and tongue definitely felt real. Seth panted softly and ran his fingers through Elijah's hair, forcing his eyes open long enough to watch what the other guy was doing to him.
It was real, but it felt almost dreamlike to Elijah, too. Possibly he didn’t do this sort of thing often enough. He had to be careful as he licked and then sucked Seth’s nipples not to apply too much pressure; this wouldn’t be the time to forget his own strength and leave him covered with deep red and purple marks. Some people were into that, but he didn’t want to assume with a new lover. He lifted his head to look up into Seth’s eyes, liking the lazy, hazy way they were focused on him. Smiling, he lowered his head again and continued, making a path to where he planned to end up, easing his own body downward on the bed as he went.
A small, strangled noise escaped Seth the lower Elijah descended. Seth raked his fingers through Elijah's hair restlessly, unable to stop, and his hips ached to thrust upward to achieve some kind of friction. Honestly, he had kind of figured they would come back here, get right to it and Elijah would bite Seth before he left. He wasn't entirely sure how any of this was supposed to go, but he really hadn't expected Elijah to give him a blow job, if in fact that was Elijah's intentions. The anticipation alone had his cock hard and aching and Seth licked his lips, unable to tear his gaze away.
It was hot to be watched like that, and Elijah savored every second of it. He made sure to make it a good show, licking a trail along Seth’s cock, tracing veins and ridges with his tongue and then circling the head before he took him fully into his mouth. He was very much in the moment, getting a vibe going, and he was fine with whatever happened. If Seth happened to come, that didn’t mean Elijah couldn’t still fuck him. He just wanted the heat and pleasure and, at the end, the deep richness of blood.
"Oh god," Seth said, hissing between his teeth as the muscles in his stomach tensed. Elijah's mouth was heaven on his cock, and his tongue moved expertly around and over him. His fingers tightened in Elijah's hair and he had squeezed his eyes shut, sending up a desperate mental prayer to whatever God might exist that he wouldn't blow his load so quickly. Because obviously a higher power had nothing else to worry about than whether or not Seth ejaculated thirty seconds into an amazing blow job. It had just been a long time since he'd had sex, and longer since anyone did this for him. Okay... okay, maybe he was going to be all right. There would be no imminent humiliation. Still, Seth breathed in and out deeply, trying to keep the intense rise of pleasure at bay. "Feels good," he managed, feeling silly for saying so, but the words tumbled out anyway.
Elijah loved taking someone else apart this way, making them writhe and moan and tense. It was something he hadn’t done all that often lately, but he was certainly enjoying it now. “Mmmmm,” he said to Seth’s comment, humming around his cock for effect. His own cock was tight and aching, but he was having fun drawing this out, making it last. A few moments later he paused, removing his mouth and blowing a cool breath over Seth’s skin. Glancing up at him, he inquired, “Can I fuck you?” He was assuming that was where this was going to go, but making sure was always a good thing.
There was another oh no moment as intense heat spiked inside of him again and Seth was terrified of going off. He was just about to tell Elijah to stop when he did. Of course, Seth's cock twitched painfully at Elijah's question and his heart thudded hard in his chest. "Yeah," he breathed, eyes dark and clouded with arousal. He desperately wanted to kiss the guy first, to let his hands roam over that body, but he felt too... shy? to ask. This was about sex and blood, not about intimacy. Sometimes it was hard for Seth to separate the two. Licking his lips, Seth pushed up on his elbows. "Do you uh... need a condom?" Jesus, that was a stupid question, but an important one.
Elijah’s expression was intent as he met Seth’s eyes, taking in his flushed skin and the way his eyes were dilated. He was perfect, really. “I don’t need one,” he murmured, “unless you don’t want me to come inside. I don’t mind wearing one if you’d rather.” Given vampires couldn’t carry or catch diseases, he felt fairly safe going bareback. “I am going to need some lube, though.” He slid his way up Seth’s body, lying on top of him so he could enjoy the feel of that much bare skin pressed to his as he waited for further direction.
Seth had never had sex without a condom, either wearing one, or having his boyfriend wear one... when he'd had a boyfriend. His skin warmed further as Elijah settled on top of him and wondered if it were possible to come from such simple body to body contact. "In the drawer," Seth murmured, nodding toward the bedside table to Elijah's left. "If you don't need the condom... I don't mind if you go without it." How often would he get the chance to feel someone inside of him completely bare? Seth ran his hands down Elijah's sides, around and then up his back, exploring the smooth, muscled skin.
Before taking out the lube, Elijah took a few seconds to remove the fang sheaths and set them on the bedside table; he didn’t want to try removing them when things were more heated. They’d cost a fair amount, and losing them didn’t appeal to him. Once he had the lube in hand, he shifted their position slightly so he could lift one of Seth’s legs to his hip and get his fingers busy, taking his time with the stretch, listening to Seth’s heartbeat and breathing, as always enjoying how he could affect another person. As he worked his slick fingers inside him, he teased himself by nuzzling at Seth’s neck and licking at the artery there. Finally he reached for more lube to slick himself up and whispered, “Ready?”
As Elijah adjusted Seth to his liking, Seth watched the man’s face, completely enthralled by him. He was trembling slightly, but only in anticipation. He wasn’t sure what he wanted more. Sex, or being bitten. Somehow it felt like having both at once would be completely natural. He just hoped it wasn’t too painful. Seth gasped loudly when Elijah’s fingers penetrated him, and his eyes closed as his head fell back against the pillow. His cock was hard and aching, a small bead of liquid forming at the tip. One touch and Seth knew he would just completely lose it, so he kept his hand on his stomach, his fingers curled against his skin to keep from grabbing his cock. And then that sensation was gone and Seth opened his eyes to watch Elijah get himself slick and ready. “Yeah,” Seth breathed. He was so much more than ready. He lifted his hands to slide them up Elijah’s muscled arms, just wanting to touch the guy everywhere he could possibly reach.
Elijah reached for one of the pillows and urged Seth to lift his hips so he could prop him up for easier access. After that, he wasted no time positioning himself and sliding in, taking it slow, a full-body shudder racking him at how amazing it felt. There was nothing like being buried inside a human body, warm and yielding and so incredibly tight. Gently, he pushed Seth’s legs higher around him and murmured, “You feel so good.” He began to make the slightest movements inside him, more of a pulse than anything, wanting to let Seth adjust to being filled. As he did so, he watched him from beneath heavy lids, enjoying looking at him almost as much as he did being seated so deep inside him.
Seth was trying to remind himself to breathe as Elijah began to slip inside of him. He relaxed as much as he could, his fingers digging into Elijah's forearms. Releasing a small gasp, he somehow managed to keep his eyes on Elijah's face, fascinated by the flickers of pleasure he saw in his eyes. As soon as Elijah filled him, Seth let out a low groan, his toes curling as he adjusted very slightly beneath him. "So do you," he breathed, trying not to arch up impatiently. Raising one hand, he slipped it behind Elijah's neck and pulled at him gently so Seth could kiss him.
Humans were so warm, all pounding hearts and rushing blood. So vulnerable. Elijah wasn’t someone who caused pain because he could; he’d never been like that even after he’d first been turned. His approach was more gentle and tender with most people, and he kept it that way with Seth. As Seth started to kiss him, he was careful with his fangs, trying not to move his mouth too much, and he increased the speed of his hip movements, rolling them a little, trying to find a speed and friction that suited them both.
For a moment, Seth had nearly forgotten all about the fact that Elijah was a vampire. He was simply craving closeness with another human being, even if Elijah wasn’t fully human. Groaning against Elijah’s mouth, Seth slid his hands down to Elijah’s waist, holding him lightly. How he hadn’t exploded yet was a miracle, but keeping his hands on Elijah kept him from grabbing his cock and quickly jerking off. He wouldn’t last long once that happened. Swallowing hard, Seth rested his head again and opened his eyes to look at Elijah before shifting his gaze to where his hands were. He let them roam and watched the trail his fingers left. It was probably stupid to be so fascinated by someone’s body, but Elijah had an amazing one, even if it was cool beneath his fingertips. And focusing on the muscle beneath his hands helped keep him distracted from reaching his own climax too soon.
Elijah loved the feeling of Seth’s hands on him. It was intriguing how he explored Elijah’s skin, as if he were devoting all of his concentration to the task. He liked being touched, since it wasn’t something he experienced often at all. He thrust deeper, keeping his movements precise and languid, wanting to be sure Seth was warmed up and fully stretched out before picking up the pace. It was also possible he didn’t want this to be over too soon, because it was the best thing that had happened in a while: finding someone who didn’t seem afraid of him, who wanted him, who even seemed to want being fed from. He lowered his head to lick at Seth’s neck again, something that increased his arousal every time he did it.
As amazing as sex was itself, Seth always craved that physical intimacy of just being able to touch someone else, and be touched in return. There were times he was more than content with just kissing, simply because of how warm and wanted it made him feel. Seth's soft noises became louder moans as Elijah moved deeper inside of him and he shifted his knees a little higher, his fingers curling against Elijah's skin to keep from reaching for his own cock. Not yet. Groaning at the feel of Elijah's tongue against his neck, Seth shivered, almost expecting to feel the bite of those sharp teeth. He wasn't sure what it would feel like, but he was so ready to find out. His hands slid down Elijah's back to his ass, gripping him tight and encouraging a faster pace.
Elijah had been doing this for long enough now that he usually had very good control, but it had been so long that he could feel it slipping by the second. Maybe he’d be lucky enough that Seth would want to do this again, maybe even make a habit of it, but for now, he was going to have to have relief soon; it was a pressing urge that he was finding more and more difficult to deny. He followed Seth’s unspoken direction by moving faster, sliding in harder, groaning low in his throat as the pleasure built and built. He got closer and closer to his peak, and he could feel that Seth was enjoying this too, and maybe he was as close as Elijah was. After sucking on that wonderfully tempting vein for a few seconds, Elijah bit in, his eyes rolling back in his head and his hips stuttering harder as he tasted the rich thickness of blood on his tongue.
In that moment, Seth absolutely wanted to do it again. And again. Actually, if he'd had his way, this would never end. Why wasn't it a physical possibility that two people could just fuck for the rest of their lives? Wouldn't that be nice. The world would be a much happier place, anyway. Releasing a shaky breath, Seth moved with Elijah the best he could, moaning deep in his throat with every thrust. His heart was already pounding madly in his chest, but the moment he felt those fangs against his skin, Seth's heart rate spiked. Not in a bad way, but in an anticipatory one. The teeth biting into his skin was both painful and amazing all at once, and the way Elijah moved inside of him certainly gave the edge to it being pleasurable. "Oh god," he groaned, clutching at Elijah's backside, his eyes widening before falling shut.
Elijah moaned against Seth’s skin, unable to stop the increasingly more forceful thrusts of his hips. It was the closest he ever got to out of control, when he had the warmth of blood in his mouth. He could feel his climax rising as he sucked and swallowed, and the heat of Seth’s body beneath him only spurred him on, made him move as if he tried hard enough he could sink into the other man, feel what it would be like to be warm again. Working a hand between them, he seized Seth’s cock and then stilled, pressed deep into his body still, as he came, withdrawing his fangs but keeping his mouth pressed to Seth’s skin. Then he began to stroke him, his hand moving quickly, wanting Seth to get there along with him.
Seth was sure that having a vampire's fangs in his neck would have distracted him from the sex itself, but it hadn't. God, it hadn't. Everything came together at once, and Seth's eyes all but rolled to the back of his head as he lost himself in the movements of Elijah's body, the way his cock filled him, the way his teeth drew the blood from his veins. It was everything, and the moment Elijah's hands curled around his own aching cock, Seth was done for. Elijah managed a couple of strokes before Seth cried out, tensing beneath the vampire as he spilled, caught in a wave of pleasure that was almost unbearable. It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't felt so damn good. "God," he breathed, fingers pressed hard into Elijah's cooler skin.
It felt so amazing that Elijah didn’t even want to move. Being full and sated at the same time was a rare thing, and he wanted to savor every second. He mouthed at Seth’s neck, listening as his respiration and heartbeat started to slow down. “That was incredible,” he murmured, finally lifting his head to look at the other man’s face. He ran his tongue over his teeth and fangs until he judged that he’d gotten all of the visible blood off and then smiled, letting the fingers of one hand travel up to slide through Seth’s hair. “I know we’ve only just met, but I would really be into doing that again sometime,” he said.
Seth felt like he could close his eyes, die and be completely content with the way his life had gone. He felt boneless and sated, even though his heart was still pounding against his chest. Who would have thought being bitten would have intensified sex that much? Unable to do much more than smirk softly, Seth met Elijah's eyes. The idea of someone that hot wanting to be with Seth again was... mind blowing. "Anytime," Seth said, hoping he hadn't answered too quickly. But maybe anytime was too indifferent or nonchalant. He grinned. "I mean, yeah. I definitely want to do that again."
“Wonderful,” Elijah said, pleased that they were on the same page. He didn’t get any hint from Seth’s heartbeat or breathing that he wasn’t being truthful. He shifted off of Seth and to his side, staying close but giving him room to breathe and cool off a little if he wanted. Vampires had a reputation for being smooth and charming, and they often were; Elijah had used that to his advantage before. But this time he wasn’t having to feign it. That was reason enough to want to see Seth again, even if the sex hadn’t been explosive. He relaxed into his pillow, content just to be for a while.