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."
"Yes, rather." He doesn't want to be too nonchalant about it though, because Cassidy's bound to find out eventually for himself with one vampire or another, given there are a few here. "There is a difference from human blood certainly, but it's like drawing a comparison between a bright sparkling champagne and a rich deep merlot." Not that he figures Cassidy will relate to that much, turpentine drinker that he is.
The wicked grin returns to Eccarius' face. "Now that you mention it..."
He can barely relate to all the merlot and champagne stuff, but he gets the idea. Different but good. Maybe one day he'll try it for himself, maybe, but for now he's just glad to do what he can for Eccarius that doesn't involve biting.
"C'mere, then, gorgeous. Lemmie help with some of that." A slight kissy face and an arm opening up for a hug is enough suggestion that he wants Eccarius up by him, in better reaching and smooching distance as he lies there.
Eccarius obliges, pressing his hands against the bed to give himself a bit of leverage as he shifts his body upwards, still managing to look somewhat predatory even though his part in the biting is finished (probably).
"Now then," he murmurs, once he's fully within Cassidy's reach, in more or less a full-body loom. "You were saying?"
The answer comes in a kiss, leaning up to meet Eccarius' lips while both hands reach around to grip firmly at leather clad ass. Although the kiss doesn't last long as he drops back into the mattress, it's genuine and open, as is the little chuckle that follows.
"Think m'actually gonna miss you for the next few weeks." It strikes him that they've spent a fair amount of time together both here and back home, more than Cassidy is used to with his nomadic tendencies.
For Eccarius' part, the kiss is as passionate as a short-lived kiss can be, also a bit on the dark and mysterious side, as befitting the night wraith that he is, but still somewhat loving and (ostensibly) heartfelt despite all that; he's just a great kisser, what can he say.
"Well, we'll just have to make this moment last then, won't we?" he responds, smirking a little as he grinds into Cassidy. "Give us something to remember while you're gone."
"Jaysus, I think we've already managed that," he points out with light amusement, because he sure won't forget that blood sucking any time soon, it's a first in his century of life.
Eccarius undoubtedly deserves some relief of his own, though, and Cass meets that grind of hips with snaking a hand between them, slowly working that zipper as he quirks a curious eyebrow.
"Want me returnin' the favour there, love? Bite? Suck? Maybe a fuck?"
It may not be the most romantic of approaches, but Cassidy likes to keep communication open.
"Aren't you the poet?" he returns drolly, even if Cassidy's raunchy rhyme might be closer to a limerick, which Eccarius hardly would consider poetry needless to say. Clearly Cassidy needs to get him stoned and teach him all the nasty little ditties.
He lifts his hips enough to give Cass some room to work, tilting his head in consideration. "Well, since we are already in position for the latter, why waste it?"
With that decision made, Cass moves to kick his own jeans from off his ankles, squirming under Eccarius to finally free himself of them. And once that zipper is open his hand slips in and cups, the inactivity a light tease.
"Just don't expect me own lad to be up to much, alright? I got puncture marks to be contendin' with." Ones that won't be healing until he gets a pint or two of blood inside himself. He's fairly certain he's lost more than that thanks to his blood thirsty boyfriend, and therefore any lack of responsiveness or usual bursts of activity can be excused, he thinks.
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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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The wicked grin returns to Eccarius' face. "Now that you mention it..."
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"C'mere, then, gorgeous. Lemmie help with some of that." A slight kissy face and an arm opening up for a hug is enough suggestion that he wants Eccarius up by him, in better reaching and smooching distance as he lies there.
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"Now then," he murmurs, once he's fully within Cassidy's reach, in more or less a full-body loom. "You were saying?"
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"Think m'actually gonna miss you for the next few weeks." It strikes him that they've spent a fair amount of time together both here and back home, more than Cassidy is used to with his nomadic tendencies.
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"Well, we'll just have to make this moment last then, won't we?" he responds, smirking a little as he grinds into Cassidy. "Give us something to remember while you're gone."
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Eccarius undoubtedly deserves some relief of his own, though, and Cass meets that grind of hips with snaking a hand between them, slowly working that zipper as he quirks a curious eyebrow.
"Want me returnin' the favour there, love? Bite? Suck? Maybe a fuck?"
It may not be the most romantic of approaches, but Cassidy likes to keep communication open.
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He lifts his hips enough to give Cass some room to work, tilting his head in consideration. "Well, since we are already in position for the latter, why waste it?"
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"Just don't expect me own lad to be up to much, alright? I got puncture marks to be contendin' with." Ones that won't be healing until he gets a pint or two of blood inside himself. He's fairly certain he's lost more than that thanks to his blood thirsty boyfriend, and therefore any lack of responsiveness or usual bursts of activity can be excused, he thinks.