If the man wasn't horny and the spark only manifested itself through sex, then what other explanation was there beyond what Elijah had added to the way that they had come together that time when the vampire had let go of all control and given up every ounce of himself to the man who seemed to be able to shred the original's carefully laid plans to the wayside once more.
Statues erected for thousands of years that had stood through weather, war and famine fell in the face of what an Original knew as real love, and while Elijah had no idea what in this world or any other would posseses his soul to do what it had so carelessly and without forethought, it did. His being tore itself apart and rendered him useless to fight that which he'd so carefully guarded himself completely from since his inception as a vampire. He'd never loved so wholly as he did now.
Even his time away hadn't carved it from his heart. If it had, he wouldn't be heaving and naked, pressed tight up against this man he wanted to loathe with everything in him. He wanted to press away, instead his fingers dug themselves tight against Cain's ass, pulling him in tight so that they could rut like two animals in the throes of heat.
"There is nothing simple about the love of an Original. We feel every sense, including emotions in the extreme. It's multiplied to a degree that's impossible for any human to comprehend. Take my speed and apply that to all your emotions and then amplify that. Originals feel even more than regular vampires. You can leave if you wish. There will be pain, but it will be yours now."
It had been too long, and Elijah had no taste for waiting. He ran his teeth along Cain's neck and scratched the surface, licking where he opened the man up casually. It wasn't any deep cut to feed from, but he needed to taste, to begin the process of being with the man. He needed. Already his hand was moving around to run over the tips of their cocks, seeking precome so that he could lubricate them, and take them together in his hand. "Fuck." He hadn't touched anyone, not even himself in over a year.
"Why. Fuck. Why. " He hated that this was how he felt, but he couldn't let it go. He moved his mouth back to Cain's and began to sink his emotions into the next kiss, pouring every heated thought and demanding in return that which he desired with every stroke of his hand and tongue between them.
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Date: 2023-07-25 06:25 pm (UTC)Statues erected for thousands of years that had stood through weather, war and famine fell in the face of what an Original knew as real love, and while Elijah had no idea what in this world or any other would posseses his soul to do what it had so carelessly and without forethought, it did. His being tore itself apart and rendered him useless to fight that which he'd so carefully guarded himself completely from since his inception as a vampire. He'd never loved so wholly as he did now.
Even his time away hadn't carved it from his heart. If it had, he wouldn't be heaving and naked, pressed tight up against this man he wanted to loathe with everything in him. He wanted to press away, instead his fingers dug themselves tight against Cain's ass, pulling him in tight so that they could rut like two animals in the throes of heat.
"There is nothing simple about the love of an Original. We feel every sense, including emotions in the extreme. It's multiplied to a degree that's impossible for any human to comprehend. Take my speed and apply that to all your emotions and then amplify that. Originals feel even more than regular vampires. You can leave if you wish. There will be pain, but it will be yours now."
It had been too long, and Elijah had no taste for waiting. He ran his teeth along Cain's neck and scratched the surface, licking where he opened the man up casually. It wasn't any deep cut to feed from, but he needed to taste, to begin the process of being with the man. He needed. Already his hand was moving around to run over the tips of their cocks, seeking precome so that he could lubricate them, and take them together in his hand. "Fuck." He hadn't touched anyone, not even himself in over a year.
"Why. Fuck. Why. " He hated that this was how he felt, but he couldn't let it go. He moved his mouth back to Cain's and began to sink his emotions into the next kiss, pouring every heated thought and demanding in return that which he desired with every stroke of his hand and tongue between them.