Cain had never had sex with someone who had more knowledge than a lifetime to draw from, with accumulated tricks and abilities of how to pleasure the human body even better than the most experienced whores of Babylon did. He received that experience once the first time he had sex with Elijah that had haunted him these weeks past, and even with their roles reversed and places switched, even with the vampire never having taken another man like this before as a virgin, the experience was no less intense than it had been that first time.
The immortal began to demonstrate extra care, draw out the thrusts, exploring as much as pleasuring. Each stroke and touch and caress were like Elijah was the most precious of things, and it had nothing to do with thinking the vampire was fragile glass and everything in that the immortal wanted this to last. As long as possible, the two of them held together in the Original's bed. This sensation of feeling alive went beyond sex, but was like a bond of existence, of two connecting immortals that was found because of the sex. This rawest and most natural form of union allowed a spark of Elijah's vibrant life to light up the dead soul within Cain. Just a flash of light, temporary like a sudden firework, but just as beautiful and sweet.
Cain didn't want that to go away, that feeling of interest, meaning, a momentary explosion that shook up a tomb sealed for centuries. He wanted it to last forever. The fucking slowed for a second, nearly pausing, until a noise from Elijah, a sound, brought him back and he moved again.
That was when he knew, something like that couldn't last, could never be grasped. It could be enjoyed only for the sweet moment of short-lived delight that dazzled the senses, returning the world to darkness after the show was done, that was all it was. Cain's fucking picked up, each thrust driving the Original into the bed, not cruel, but hard and fast, to give it the most brilliant show for the short amount of time it lasted. There was nothing else he could do.
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Date: 2021-04-25 08:19 am (UTC)The immortal began to demonstrate extra care, draw out the thrusts, exploring as much as pleasuring. Each stroke and touch and caress were like Elijah was the most precious of things, and it had nothing to do with thinking the vampire was fragile glass and everything in that the immortal wanted this to last. As long as possible, the two of them held together in the Original's bed. This sensation of feeling alive went beyond sex, but was like a bond of existence, of two connecting immortals that was found because of the sex. This rawest and most natural form of union allowed a spark of Elijah's vibrant life to light up the dead soul within Cain. Just a flash of light, temporary like a sudden firework, but just as beautiful and sweet.
Cain didn't want that to go away, that feeling of interest, meaning, a momentary explosion that shook up a tomb sealed for centuries. He wanted it to last forever. The fucking slowed for a second, nearly pausing, until a noise from Elijah, a sound, brought him back and he moved again.
That was when he knew, something like that couldn't last, could never be grasped. It could be enjoyed only for the sweet moment of short-lived delight that dazzled the senses, returning the world to darkness after the show was done, that was all it was. Cain's fucking picked up, each thrust driving the Original into the bed, not cruel, but hard and fast, to give it the most brilliant show for the short amount of time it lasted. There was nothing else he could do.