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[dermondversteckt]

((Kronid Dascalu - Progenitor Vampire - Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over 18 (appears 31) - Absolute Bastard Ratman and Traveling Musician))

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[dermondversteckt]

For a moment, the vampire is ready with a rebuttal for hesitance. An ace up his grimy sleeve, something he's already got in place - but then Bruno is already accepting this. Already prepared, even.

Perfect. He can hold on to that insurance for now. His grin turns very pleased indeed, stormy eyes following the man's movements.

"That works well enough - I will need to sleep at daybreak. You will be able to recover, and...well, if I feed while everyone is asleep, you will be able to...pull yourself together, however you must."

His expression sharpens by degrees, tone of voice sliding smoothly from pleading innocence to something a bit... different. His necklace clink-clink-clinks.

"After all, being bitten can feel...good, if you are giving willingly. Very good, if I see to it. And you would be doing me quite the favor."

That lonely nature Bruno's got will come in handy in terms of enticement, Kronid suspects.

[sandinmyhair]

That makes sense, again, yes. He's pretty much accepted his role in this and whatever might have to come of it.

The more Kronid speaks of how this would feel, however, the more Bruno flushes, his gaze darting. Is he that transparent? Is it that obvious how skin-hungry he is? He honestly can't remember the last time he felt anything even resembling a sensuous touch.

He notices how he's grown a bit breathless again, how a shiver runs though him. Is it worth giving up his own blood for a bit of pleasure from someone who likely feels nothing for him and just as likely never will?

Yes. Yes, it is. He's just that pathetic.

"How good?" he asks. He finds himself moving closer, again.

[dermondversteckt]

Barely a few words, and Bruno is shuddering. It isn't hard to figure out how this is likely best to go, what the path of least resistance is.

And hey, at least it's a fun path.

He chuckles as Bruno pulls closer, voice descending further from would-be terror to a rumbling, accented purr. The sound is...pleasing to the ear, very much by design. Kronid knows this isn't going to require hypnosis...but damn if a little can't enhance the situation.

"...The bite itself feels good by design, if we don't want to kill our prey. So that the prey will want to come back for more, you see. It's all instinct. As for how good it will feel for you...."

A long-nailed (clawed, it's obvious now) hand moves to Bruno's knee, then slides a few inches up his thigh.

"There's more than one reason we may want to see to it we are not disturbed."

[sandinmyhair]

It definitely has Bruno's eyes lidded and unfocussed, the touch drawing a soft sigh from him. His skin is very warm.

"This is... as good a place as any," he murmurs slowly. "These rooms aren't... as magically connected as the others.... Probably the most private place in the house."

His gaze drops to Kronid's hand. He's flushed again, but he manages a bit of a smile as he looks at the other through thick black eyelashes. "I'm not... I'm not very good at this. It's been too long since-since anyone's touched me this way...." He swallows audibly, inching even closer, so close the warmth from his skin can be felt. He's still too hesitant to touch the other, but he lets his eyes fall shut.

"What will you do?" he whispers. "Tell me...."

[dermondversteckt]

"Good."

The warmth has a way of drawing Kronid further in - he seeks it, on some level. Warmth means life, it means blood. He's so cold all the time he scarcely feels it anymore, so coming into contact with a living thing is a bit like laying on a hot rock in the sun.

(Not that he has been able to do that for centuries. But in hot climates, he can bury himself in earth warmed by the day. It's something.)

"You don't have to be good at anything - you only have to relax...."

The hand that isn't on Bruno's thigh comes to rest on his lower back, sliding up and down, scratching lightly at his spine through the fabrics of his shirt and ruana.

"What I will do depends on what you want," he whispers, leaning in so his lips are very near Bruno's ear. "I can go in for it now, just like this...I can lay you back, maybe get your shirt off, make you comfortable...."

A dark little chuckle.

"Or if you want more than that... you'll find I can be very accommodating. And I have no hesitations whatsoever about touching or laying with another man."

May as well come right out and say it, lay the cards on the table. This man is a little rough around the edges, but...he has nice eyes, pretty hair, a graceful line to his neck and shoulders. Kronid can and has done far worse.

[sandinmyhair]

ohgod... ohgod....

Despite their chill, the fingers along his back send almost overwhelming sensation wicking into his spine, making it twitch. A soft, pleasured sound escapes him, little louder than a sigh. He's already melting and Kronid has scarcely touched him.

After a beat, he shifts his weight a bit and pulls the ruana over his head, removing it and carefully letting it drop to the floor. Without it it's clear how small and almost delicate-looking his frame is, his partially unbuttoned shirt showing the line of his collarbones. The shirt itself is untucked--it would make removing the rest of his clothing really easy.

"Mmh, a decision," he murmurs. "I don't have any objection to men, either." A flare of hunger has him feeling a little braver and he gently places warm hands on Kronid's chest. One of those hands moves up over his neck to thread into the hair at the back of his head before moving back down to softly press heat against the vampire's collarbone.

After another beat, Bruno closes his eyes again and leans backward, lying on his back, gently tugging the other with him. "I don't say much about what I want most of the time, but... mmhh... I do want your touch... I do want you to lay with me...." He smiles slightly. "This time I wanna get something out of helping someone, huh?"

[dermondversteckt]

There is something rapt, something hungry in the way that Kronid watches Bruno remove his ruana. The other man is small, like him, but a little bit taller - more emaciated, perhaps, than petite. The warm hands running over him make him purr a little in the back of his throat...he's so cold, all over, like touching marble in a cold room. His hair is greasy, a bit caked with dirt, but the curls are soft all the same.

When he is tugged on, he obliges, easily falling atop his prey and throwing his leg over Bruno's to straddle him. The response makes him grin a wicked little grin, and he drops his hips for just a moment, still clothed, grinding just a little before rising back up enough to remove his own shirt. Thin, filthy, almost delicate, but deceptively strong.

"Then you will have it. You will have me, and I will have your blood," he purrs, hands sliding to tease at Bruno's waistband. Practiced patterns. At least sex hasn't lost all its fun, after all this time. Everyone is just different enough.

"I'll bite you during. The last question I need to ask you is...do you want me to take you...or ride you?"

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno is already flushed a dusky red, a fine sheen of sweat causing his hair to cling to his face and neck in little coffee-black whorls. Kronid grinds down on hot, swelling flesh, drawing forth a soft and breathy quivering moan. He trembles with desire at every touch, his own hands roaming over Kronid's chest and sides, heedless of the dirt and the chill. Everything about Bruno is hushed, intensity in his gentle hands. He pauses, faced with another decision, and it's with another soft moan that he whispers, "Mmmmmh, want you inside me..."

He's glassy-eyed with need, hands now fumbling to undo Kronid's trousers. When he succeeds he'll slip hot fingers inside, feeling out how hard the other man is.

[dermondversteckt]

"Then inside you I will be."

Truly, he wouldn't have had to mesmerize this man at all, in slightly more solitary circumstances. Bruno is practically radiating lust, skating soft hands over Kronid's pale skin. For the most part, the vampire is stoic, evenly purring as he is touched.

There is a scar, however, halfway between left collarbone and left nipple - a distinct sort of puncture wound - that makes him groan when he is touched, hips twitching. He allows Bruno to snake hands past his waistband, against him: he had been a little stiff already from the promise of sex and blood, but the warm fingers that touch at him?

He hisses, the sound low and animal, before he pulls back enough to grab his bag. From it, he pulls a little bottle, looking between it and Bruno with devious intent.

"...Take your trousers and undergarments off for me," he commands, pouring a bit of oil into his hand, making a show of slicking down his fingers.

[sandinmyhair]

There's a pause as Bruno catches his breath. He reluctantly lets go of Kronid and starts to unfasten his trousers, his eyes slipping shut as his fingers move so close to such desperate flesh. Because of that, though, it occurs to him to do this slowly, maybe give the other something to watch. So he continues with the fastenings, letting a gentle, breathy sound escape him as he eases his trousers down, taking a pair of soft grey boxers with them, sliding fabric over his hips. He lets his hand move over his swelling cock as he slips the clothing the rest of the way down, lifting his hips slightly. When they're clear he tugs them the rest of the way off and drops them to the floor, as well.

Lying back again, he looks up at Kronid with slightly unfocussed eyes, his hands moving to the bottom button of his shirt, unfastening it slowly. He'd say something salacious, but he's lost all words, slowly unravelling into mindless need.

[dermondversteckt]

More than anything, Kronid is hungry...but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy the process. Gray blue eyes watch closely as Bruno bares himself, at the slow, languid way he works himself out of his clothing.

While he's sitting back, he toes off his boots, letting them fall to the floor near the foot of the bed. Standing briefly, he pries off his filthy slacks, then his briefs, kicking them unceremoniously away once he's exposed his own stiffening cock. He could have dragged the stripping out, but...no, he needn't.

Climbing back into the bed, he reaches out to trace his long, filthy nails up the other man's inner thighs, softly enticing his legs open.

He says nothing, humming a haunting tune as he keeps his eyes on the Seer's hands, on his throat, on his cock. He grabs the bottle of oil, pouring some out, slicking his fingers down thoroughly.

Preparing.

[sandinmyhair]

His shirt unbuttoned, Bruno languidly works his way free of it, arching his spine. A soft sound accompanies it, and when Kronid's hands slide along his thighs he lets his legs fall to either side. He pants for breath.

The tune winds around his mind, drawing another sound from him as his eyes fall shut. His hands reach out to stroke at whatever part of the other man he can reach. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing, the pulse at his throat almost visible. His throbbing, swollen cock has grown hard, and he can't quite keep his hips still.

Tilting his head back, he lets his thoughts drop away, his mind sinking further and further away with every touch. An almost plaintive sound hums in his throat.

[dermondversteckt]

Bruno's warm hands meet cold skin at the vampire's arms, chest, neck, shoulders - he shudders a little at the feel of it, instinctually pressing into the heat like a reptile might.

Ah, those sounds. The man is reactive, both to the touch and to being entranced, and it's music to Kronid's ears. He grins, broadly, showing off that wicked set of pointed teeth one more time as his hand slides up between Bruno's legs.

"That's it...relax."

His voice is a low, rumbling purr as he slips an oiled finger up into the other man, pressing with steady pace and practiced precision until he's all the way inside.

And then he waits, patient, to give Bruno a chance to adjust to the intrusion.

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno gasps at that finger entering him--no amount of anticipation had readied him for this when it actually happened. And yet that gasped breath is released raggedly, and the breaths following it aren't much smoother. He never would have thought something that cold sliding into him would be at all pleasant, but it's exciting, jangling his nerves in such a way that he finds himself wanting more, further, deeper, until it brushes against that little bundle of nerves and draws a long, lustful sound from him.

He's tight, yes, but he moves in such a manner that clearly says he's too far gone to care, that he wants more, trembling with desire. Oh, yes, he is very responsive, every touch further unravelling him as his heated fingers try to move lower, try to return even a fraction of the ecstasy rolling through him.

[dermondversteckt]

Well. The way this man is responding, eager to relax around his finger, Kronid fully expects the endeavor of preparing him isn't going to take too long. He starts to find and build a rhythm, rocking the finger in and out, in and out, crooking his slender fingertip at the top of each stroke to brush that sensitive spot inside. He presses outward as he does this, encouraging Bruno to relax, to stretch.

It's not long before that second finger follows, pushing the limit all the further.

Bruno's fingers graze along his abdoment, the crest of his hip - the vampire shudders, but rocks his hips back and away. "Not yet," he purrs, low and dangerous.

"Soon."

[sandinmyhair]

"Soon..." he echoes, as though hypnotized. Perhaps he is. His eyes fall shut again and he lets himself drop fully into delirium, every maddeningly light stroke against that point deep inside of him unwinding him further, desire growing hotter and hotter. A second finger fills him further and he gives a quiet, breathless cry, fists bunching the coverlet beneath him.

His mind falls into a kind of waking oblivion where he can only moan, thoughts fleeing. The desperate rolling of his hips stops and he lets himself be moved by the other's hand.

He is completely subsumed, now, pliant and defenceless.