"'M always a bad boy," he murmurs with a smirk, the baddest good boy there is, or the goodest bad boy. Truthfully he's kind of bad at being bad, then again, murdering your boyfriend is kinda bad, so maybe he's okay at it after all.
There's no concern from him at those fingers snaking around his neck, in fact that touch is just causing a broad grin that's only wiped away as their lips clash, immediately going in with tongue and teeth to give as good as he gets. He slips a hand around to squeeze his fingers into leather clad ass, and along with that finger hooked into the waistband of those pants, he's using the grip as an anchor to bring Eccarius with him as he slowly and blindly steps back towards the bed.
Actually, the whole good/bad thing might be a little difficult to measure, come to think of it. Yes, Cassidy might be bad compared to some, considering vampire junkie, but he's also pretty good, with more of a moral compass than most of his ilk, vampires having a habit of murdering people and eating them, generally speaking. But on the other hand, he murdered his boyfriend., after Eccarius had trusted him, in letting him go. What a sappy move that'd been, honestly.
Eccarius can see where Cassidy's headed even if he can't himself, and pulling back slightly while looking decidedly feral, he moves to give him a forceful shove, with the intent of pushing him onto the bed, things moving along just a bit more slowly than he'd like. So much for Mr. Patience.
Betrayed even after buying custom presents, Cassidy truly is evil for such a thing.
He hits the bed hard after that shove, squirming further onto the mattress as he wrestles out of his own jacket and tosses it carelessly to the floor, while managing to kick off his shoes in the process too. The aggression doesn't worry him in the slightest, nor does that wild glint to Eccarius' gaze; Cass trusts him fully (perhaps too much), and immortality really does skew one's fear scale. Without the sun in sight, there's honestly very little that can happen that would be cause for concern.
Grabby hands are made towards his boyfriend almost immediately after hitting the mattress, still grinning like an idiot and all too eager for any attention he can get. "C'mere, love."
Causes for concern are all relative, really. While it's true a person doesn't stay dead in this place, that doesn't eliminate experiencing the pain of death... over and over again, potentially. Vampires might have a higher tolerance for that sort of thing, yes, but it still can be fairly unpleasant, although Eccarius might know that better than Cassidy at the moment. That, however, is easily changed. Whenever he gets around to it, that is.
He looms over Cassidy as he strips his t-shirt off, looking a little more buff than a 350 year old has any right to. Leaning down, he pushes the other man's knees apart, the rather toothsome grin still on his face. "Come where, exactly?"
"Don't play coy with me," he chuckles low, knees parting as he's manhandled, instead looping his legs around Eccarius' waist to encourage him in closer and keep him there.
It's honestly unfair how buff he is considering Cass can barely keep any meat on his own bones, but junkie diets tend to do that to a guy, and at least he's got a hot, buff boyfriend to get his hands all over when he wants. A hot, buff boyfriend with fangs. Cassidy keeps his own retracted, almost always does, but then again he's got a rather unhealthy relationship with vampirism in general, those fangs usually only making an appearance during times of aggression. Maybe he needs to change that...
To be fair, this started out a bit more aggressive than any of their previous intimate encounters; the promise of biting will do that, which doesn't exactly lend itself to gentleness, especially when one is a predatory creature. Night wraiths.
Trapped in the circle of his lover's legs, Eccarius leans forward, pushing aside whatever clothing might be still covering Cassidy's torso, his own fangs very much in evidence as he moves his mouth over the other man's chest, scraping his sharp teeth against the tattooed skin; not biting just yet, but definitely well beyond gentle.
"Heh." Cassidy helps out where he can, lifting his shoulders off the bed just enough to awkwardly pull his t-shirt up and over his head in a mess of limbs and tousled hair.
Those fangs earn a hissed inhale of breath, muscles tensing just slightly under the scrape of teeth, because they sure are a lot more noticeable that the usual bluntness of a standard set of teeth. But he's not complaining, instead encouraging as a tattooed hand curls into dark locks, firm and supportive, but not controlling. There's not usually much controlling Eccarius.
"You're simply unused to the feel of them," he murmurs, "which we need to fix, clearly." Although it'll probably be nothing like having a dozen vampires bite you all at once, ripping your flesh off. It's a pity you can't experience that Cassidy.
Moving downward until he encounters trousers, he grasps the waistband in both hands, yanking it downwards, allowing Cassidy to spring free, so to speak. Eccarius does not however, give his erection any attention just yet; kiss-biting all around it, his manner a bit more leisurely than it had been a moment ago.
It's also probably nothing like having some batshit old vampire ripping into you because he's crazy and wants special powers. See, Eccarius, you get what you give. What goes around comes around. Reap what you sow, and all that other shit.
A little lift of his hips aids just enough in freeing him, watching Eccarius keenly as his breath huff out in short, expectant pants, thighs tensing at the wandering attention of that mouth.
"Clearly. J-j-just... watch where you poke those things, yeah?" Some level of banter behind that comment considering their immortality and healing abilities, but jokes aside, he's still allowed to be wary of sharp, pointy, rippy teeth being in close vicinity to his dick, thank you very much.
Vampires bite people. Sometimes they kill them, sometimes they turn them. Sometimes they turn them and kill them. Such is the way of the vampire world. Stop being such a downer, seriously.
"Have you ever been told you have lovely veins?" he asks, more or less ignoring Cassidy's apprehension as he runs his tongue alluringly down one of them, which just happens to be located along the length of Cassidy's rather notable dick. There's a lot of blood in an erection, as it happens.
"Oh, I know." Soft, breathy. Veins of his that are easy to find, he's well aware of that. Makes living the junkie life all that easier, and no collapsed ones in sight thanks to that vampiric healing. Not that he's usually doing much injecting down there. Not that he hasn't taken advantage of that mass cluster of veins and arteries in others before, he's had a few thigh bites in his time.
"I-I just- this wasn't exactly..." What he had in mind when it came to biting, but any protests of his seem mostly short lived as that wandering tongue has his breath hitching in his throat and eyes rolling, that hand in Eccarius' hair fisting even tighter. The apprehension isn't enough to stop that blood pumping, in fact excitement like this just keeps him hard.
If Cassidy really seemed against the idea, Eccarius might opt for the femoral artery instead, it being conveniently closeby. But from the looks of things, it's quite the opposite, with his partner seeming quite adaptable as far as kinky vampire sex goes; not altogether unsurprising.
"Neck biting seems a little vanilla under these circumstances, wouldn't you say?" Eccarius flashes a bit of a wicked grin upwards before swallowing him down to the root, mostly caressing with his tongue, although the fangs are definitely still in evidence.
Neck biting for Cassidy, when it comes to vampirism, is a relatively rare occurrence. He barely ever gets those fangs out, especially not for sex, so he'd hardly put it under the vanilla category himself. But when with a guy like Eccarius, who's bitten fuck knows how many necks as a matter of ~ritual~, he sort of sees the point. Anyone can get their neck bit, things below the belt are far more... intimate. Human lovers kiss, lick and bite all over, maybe vampires just take it the extra step with fangs. Maybe. He's not really well versed on this.
"Point taken, love. Just make sure it all stays attach-hah-ed, ooh, christ."
He arches up into that mouth, even with the scrape of pointed teeth constantly threatening, legs tightening around Eccarius in encouragement. Fuck it, Cass, it's something new, stop thinking so hard on it all and just enjoy the ride.
As a rule, Eccarius doesn't get his fangs out for sex either; just turning and murder, mostly—at least not recently, that is. Many years ago, before he started the Children of Blood scam, sex might've been a part of the 'ritual' too, if he found the person attractive at all, but these days his 'acolytes' were all such losers, he had no inclination to fuck them.
"As if you wouldn't regenerate," he replies nonchalantly, after pausing to take a breath. "But no, I prefer you with your dick attached, not to worry." Cassidy better hope he's not lying, because following that, he bites down for real, but only hard enough to break the skin a little as he resumes sucking fervently.
Regeneration or not, the thought of having to regrow his dick, of all things, just sounds like far too much inconvenience, pain and effort. Just because he can regrow something, doesn't always mean he should have to.
As it is, he's mildly reassured by the comment, or as much as he can be considering what follows. His body jerks under Eccarius, hissing out sharply through his teeth as his own fangs finally make an appearance, shy little bastards that they are, there thanks to an instinctual need for defence that he battles against as he grapples with the balance of pain and pleasure. After the initial shock starts to ebb away, he copes better, letting out a lot of his tension and barely hidden aggression with deep sigh that rounds off with a throaty chuckle, his free arm tossing to cover his eyes as he flops back onto the bed once more. "Brings new meanin' to bein' sucked dry..."
He hadn't been all that worried that Cassidy would be put off too much by a little pain; it's not as if Eccarius is tearing his throat out after all and his fangs are very sharp, as Cass had already observed. So it's a little bit like comparing a sharp knife to a dull one, with the latter hurting quite a bit more than the former.
Eccarius doesn't reply to the quip, his mouth being rather busy as it were, especially now that it's full of that sweet, tasty blood. Vampire blood, the consumption of which is a very heady rush in itself. Sucking Cassidy dry sounds like a plan really, and he finds himself moaning a bit with the pleasure of it.
The sharpness of those fangs is a small blessing, piercing efficiently and without tearing, which is absolutely the best experience he's had with teeth meeting dick in his century of life. The most enjoyable experience too, even if he's not sure he'd have ever considered getting his dick vampire bit would have ever been in the realms of possibility before today. First time for everything, he guesses.
With the high pain tolerance he's been blessed with, Cassidy does his best to shove aside the underlying ache of that bite and suck to instead focus on Eccarius mouth and that impressive ability. The blood sucking itself isn't entirely uncomfortable, although admittedly an unusual feeling, but he focuses in on it, huffing out soft groans that occasionally border on pained, as his fingers comb appreciatively through his partners long hair.
"Christ, not gonna... gonna last much longer, love." Having the blood sucked out of him may be a bit of a literal erection killer, but he's still perfectly capable of enjoying himself.
To be honest, Eccarius has never had his own dick bit (at least not seriously), so he's hardly in a position to judge any reaction Cassidy might have to it, but he does try to do his best to increase the pleasure enough to override any pain because he's such a generous boyfriend don't you know. Heaven forbid Cassidy should lose his boner before achieving climax.
Still fairly silent (any moans aside), he simply smirks at Cassidy's warning, his free hand snaking between his lover's legs and buttocks to add to the stimulation.
That's more than enough to push him over the edge, dick bite be damned.
His body jerks under Eccarius once again, this time from the rush of pleasure that surges through him, muscles tensing and writhing. Fingers fist and tug sharply at hair, his legs tighten their hold around his lover, and a stream of hissed swear words force their way past clenched and still fanged teeth. At least he manages an appreciative stare on that slow come down, eyes half lidded and slow, sly smile creeping across his features.
Somehow, he manages to keep from literally draining Cassidy dry, eventually releasing him and resting his head on the other vampire's stomach, enjoying the after-effects as well.
It might be possible that Eccarius had a better time than Cassidy, although one wouldn't know it based on their respective reactions; Eccarius' being quite a bit more understated. But then, drinking vampire blood—especially old vampire blood—is a different sort of feeling, in Eccarius' opinion. Fantastic as it is, it's not exactly orgasmic; considering his own still-swollen dick is rather uncomfortable at the moment, still confined in those ever-so-tight leather pants.
With his chest still heaving and his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, Cass just lays there silently for few long moments, enjoying the weight of Eccarius on his stomach, his fingers finally untangling from his hair to instead stroke a thumb across his cheek appreciatively.
Cass can never stay quiet for long though, and while he gives himself time to recover, he can't help idly comment, "S'gonna been days 'fore I can use my little fella properly again."
Still resting his cheek on Cassidy's stomach, Eccarius arches an eyebrow, glancing up at him wryly.
"You know, some people can actually go for days at a time without 'using their little fella.'" Urination aside, he means, feeling fairly certain Cassidy means that as well.
"Hm, I dunno about that, love. I got a whole lotta needs." Blame it on the vampirism, he always does. Then again, he assumed his high tolerances to drink and drugs were in part thanks to vampirism and Eccarius proved that's not the case.
With a heavy huff of air, his breath gradually catching back up with him after all that previous exertion, Cassidy props himself up on an elbow.
"How wassit?" An innocent enough question, considering he doesn't know Eccarius' previous "habits".
"You certainly do," Eccarius agrees with a smirk, although he doesn't think vampirism is the cause—sex can be just as much of an addiction as drugs and alcohol, and Cassidy does have rather an addictive personality. But then, it's not as if Eccarius doesn't have additions of his own, which he'll inwardly admit to as he's licking his lips.
The question takes him aback just a bit, although he really should have been prepared for it, inevitable as it was. So... how should he answer? Should he extoll the experience to the heavens as a means to gradually ease Cassidy into the idea of creating vampires simply to feed on them? Or should he be dismissive because when it comes down to it, he's not especially keen on the idea of being bitten himself. Not that he thinks Cassidy will kill him, but he certainly knows all too well that he's capable of it, which is a bit hard to forget, time differences aside.
The word choice is considered as he thoughtfully chews on his bottom lip. Eccarius doesn't have to worry too much about being bit, at least, because Cassidy's just as cautious about that concept as he is about biting anyone else, a whole lot of "what if's" being weighed out in his head. What if Cassidy enjoyed it a little too much? If vampire blood truly provided a rush better than even human blood, then there's no way he thinks he can trust himself with that. There may be less ethical issues when it comes to biting fellow, consenting vampires, but the risk of addiction is still a hefty price, and Cass sure does have a lot of those.
Doesn't matter, he reminds himself. That's not being pressed upon him and Eccarius seemed to enjoy it well enough, by his own admission. That's what really matters here, that they both got something from it all.
"You need any enjoyin' else where? That leather must be pretty tight there, love."
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There's no concern from him at those fingers snaking around his neck, in fact that touch is just causing a broad grin that's only wiped away as their lips clash, immediately going in with tongue and teeth to give as good as he gets. He slips a hand around to squeeze his fingers into leather clad ass, and along with that finger hooked into the waistband of those pants, he's using the grip as an anchor to bring Eccarius with him as he slowly and blindly steps back towards the bed.
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Eccarius can see where Cassidy's headed even if he can't himself, and pulling back slightly while looking decidedly feral, he moves to give him a forceful shove, with the intent of pushing him onto the bed, things moving along just a bit more slowly than he'd like. So much for Mr. Patience.
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He hits the bed hard after that shove, squirming further onto the mattress as he wrestles out of his own jacket and tosses it carelessly to the floor, while managing to kick off his shoes in the process too. The aggression doesn't worry him in the slightest, nor does that wild glint to Eccarius' gaze; Cass trusts him fully (perhaps too much), and immortality really does skew one's fear scale. Without the sun in sight, there's honestly very little that can happen that would be cause for concern.
Grabby hands are made towards his boyfriend almost immediately after hitting the mattress, still grinning like an idiot and all too eager for any attention he can get. "C'mere, love."
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He looms over Cassidy as he strips his t-shirt off, looking a little more buff than a 350 year old has any right to. Leaning down, he pushes the other man's knees apart, the rather toothsome grin still on his face. "Come where, exactly?"
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It's honestly unfair how buff he is considering Cass can barely keep any meat on his own bones, but junkie diets tend to do that to a guy, and at least he's got a hot, buff boyfriend to get his hands all over when he wants. A hot, buff boyfriend with fangs. Cassidy keeps his own retracted, almost always does, but then again he's got a rather unhealthy relationship with vampirism in general, those fangs usually only making an appearance during times of aggression. Maybe he needs to change that...
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Trapped in the circle of his lover's legs, Eccarius leans forward, pushing aside whatever clothing might be still covering Cassidy's torso, his own fangs very much in evidence as he moves his mouth over the other man's chest, scraping his sharp teeth against the tattooed skin; not biting just yet, but definitely well beyond gentle.
"Who's coy?"
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Those fangs earn a hissed inhale of breath, muscles tensing just slightly under the scrape of teeth, because they sure are a lot more noticeable that the usual bluntness of a standard set of teeth. But he's not complaining, instead encouraging as a tattooed hand curls into dark locks, firm and supportive, but not controlling. There's not usually much controlling Eccarius.
"Christ, do you sharpen those things?"
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Moving downward until he encounters trousers, he grasps the waistband in both hands, yanking it downwards, allowing Cassidy to spring free, so to speak. Eccarius does not however, give his erection any attention just yet; kiss-biting all around it, his manner a bit more leisurely than it had been a moment ago.
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A little lift of his hips aids just enough in freeing him, watching Eccarius keenly as his breath huff out in short, expectant pants, thighs tensing at the wandering attention of that mouth.
"Clearly. J-j-just... watch where you poke those things, yeah?" Some level of banter behind that comment considering their immortality and healing abilities, but jokes aside, he's still allowed to be wary of sharp, pointy, rippy teeth being in close vicinity to his dick, thank you very much.
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"Have you ever been told you have lovely veins?" he asks, more or less ignoring Cassidy's apprehension as he runs his tongue alluringly down one of them, which just happens to be located along the length of Cassidy's rather notable dick. There's a lot of blood in an erection, as it happens.
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"I-I just- this wasn't exactly..." What he had in mind when it came to biting, but any protests of his seem mostly short lived as that wandering tongue has his breath hitching in his throat and eyes rolling, that hand in Eccarius' hair fisting even tighter. The apprehension isn't enough to stop that blood pumping, in fact excitement like this just keeps him hard.
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"Neck biting seems a little vanilla under these circumstances, wouldn't you say?" Eccarius flashes a bit of a wicked grin upwards before swallowing him down to the root, mostly caressing with his tongue, although the fangs are definitely still in evidence.
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"Point taken, love. Just make sure it all stays attach-hah-ed, ooh, christ."
He arches up into that mouth, even with the scrape of pointed teeth constantly threatening, legs tightening around Eccarius in encouragement. Fuck it, Cass, it's something new, stop thinking so hard on it all and just enjoy the ride.
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"As if you wouldn't regenerate," he replies nonchalantly, after pausing to take a breath. "But no, I prefer you with your dick attached, not to worry." Cassidy better hope he's not lying, because following that, he bites down for real, but only hard enough to break the skin a little as he resumes sucking fervently.
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As it is, he's mildly reassured by the comment, or as much as he can be considering what follows. His body jerks under Eccarius, hissing out sharply through his teeth as his own fangs finally make an appearance, shy little bastards that they are, there thanks to an instinctual need for defence that he battles against as he grapples with the balance of pain and pleasure. After the initial shock starts to ebb away, he copes better, letting out a lot of his tension and barely hidden aggression with deep sigh that rounds off with a throaty chuckle, his free arm tossing to cover his eyes as he flops back onto the bed once more. "Brings new meanin' to bein' sucked dry..."
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Eccarius doesn't reply to the quip, his mouth being rather busy as it were, especially now that it's full of that sweet, tasty blood. Vampire blood, the consumption of which is a very heady rush in itself. Sucking Cassidy dry sounds like a plan really, and he finds himself moaning a bit with the pleasure of it.
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With the high pain tolerance he's been blessed with, Cassidy does his best to shove aside the underlying ache of that bite and suck to instead focus on Eccarius mouth and that impressive ability. The blood sucking itself isn't entirely uncomfortable, although admittedly an unusual feeling, but he focuses in on it, huffing out soft groans that occasionally border on pained, as his fingers comb appreciatively through his partners long hair.
"Christ, not gonna... gonna last much longer, love." Having the blood sucked out of him may be a bit of a literal erection killer, but he's still perfectly capable of enjoying himself.
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Still fairly silent (any moans aside), he simply smirks at Cassidy's warning, his free hand snaking between his lover's legs and buttocks to add to the stimulation.
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His body jerks under Eccarius once again, this time from the rush of pleasure that surges through him, muscles tensing and writhing. Fingers fist and tug sharply at hair, his legs tighten their hold around his lover, and a stream of hissed swear words force their way past clenched and still fanged teeth. At least he manages an appreciative stare on that slow come down, eyes half lidded and slow, sly smile creeping across his features.
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It might be possible that Eccarius had a better time than Cassidy, although one wouldn't know it based on their respective reactions; Eccarius' being quite a bit more understated. But then, drinking vampire blood—especially old vampire blood—is a different sort of feeling, in Eccarius' opinion. Fantastic as it is, it's not exactly orgasmic; considering his own still-swollen dick is rather uncomfortable at the moment, still confined in those ever-so-tight leather pants.
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Cass can never stay quiet for long though, and while he gives himself time to recover, he can't help idly comment, "S'gonna been days 'fore I can use my little fella properly again."
Thanks, Eccarius. :|!
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"You know, some people can actually go for days at a time without 'using their little fella.'" Urination aside, he means, feeling fairly certain Cassidy means that as well.
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With a heavy huff of air, his breath gradually catching back up with him after all that previous exertion, Cassidy props himself up on an elbow.
"How wassit?" An innocent enough question, considering he doesn't know Eccarius' previous "habits".
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The question takes him aback just a bit, although he really should have been prepared for it, inevitable as it was. So... how should he answer? Should he extoll the experience to the heavens as a means to gradually ease Cassidy into the idea of creating vampires simply to feed on them? Or should he be dismissive because when it comes down to it, he's not especially keen on the idea of being bitten himself. Not that he thinks Cassidy will kill him, but he certainly knows all too well that he's capable of it, which is a bit hard to forget, time differences aside.
"It was... very enjoyable." Not a lie, anyway.
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The word choice is considered as he thoughtfully chews on his bottom lip. Eccarius doesn't have to worry too much about being bit, at least, because Cassidy's just as cautious about that concept as he is about biting anyone else, a whole lot of "what if's" being weighed out in his head. What if Cassidy enjoyed it a little too much? If vampire blood truly provided a rush better than even human blood, then there's no way he thinks he can trust himself with that. There may be less ethical issues when it comes to biting fellow, consenting vampires, but the risk of addiction is still a hefty price, and Cass sure does have a lot of those.
Doesn't matter, he reminds himself. That's not being pressed upon him and Eccarius seemed to enjoy it well enough, by his own admission. That's what really matters here, that they both got something from it all.
"You need any enjoyin' else where? That leather must be pretty tight there, love."
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