Kerr talked about the fact that he and his family were very well travelled as far as continental Europe went. They\'d begun their days in Ireland and moved throughout the British Isles when they\'d had their first taste of life as a vampire becoming difficult - deaths had occurred in the mortal ranks they\'d drunk from, even when they weren\'t trying because none of them were very old and experienced when they first set out (Kerr neglected to mention the fact that Sawyl was sired by an ancient - as was he - and they\'d killed him before embarking blindly on their journeys).
He\'d just settled down to talking about the country he loved the most so far - Italy - when the boys entered. His passionate waxing about the balmy nights on the coast or the secretive liaisons one might have in the orchards (even if he hadn\'t indulged, it was the romance of the place that inspired him) dwindled away as Lazarus introduced their guests. The boys - young men, really - looked sleepy and Kerr wondered if they\'d been brought from their beds for this task. They seemed cuddly and eager, causing Kerr to squirm somewhat when William ingratiated himself upon his lap and entwined his arms trustingly about his neck.
Furtive glances across him towards Lazarus told the Irishman that he wasn\'t being watched, for the blonde was murmuring to Eric so he looked back at William somewhat worriedly. Drinking from a warm, willing mortal was far different from bleeding a sheep and butchering its corpse for sale as he usually did - the blood was rarely warm when he drank it and not all that pleasant for it. Still, it sustained him and that was all he needed.
Looking into William\'s docile gaze told him that there was far more than sustenance to be gained here and it made him gulp. Hard. Gathering his courage, he began kissing the boy\'s throat, using his tongue to nudge and test, finding a perfect position to bite very quickly. It was like it was meant to be and the boy\'s soft sighs were a surprising encouragement to him. He bit, swiftly and smoothly, the piercings in his flesh shallow enough to let a small amount of blood leak out with every pump of the boy\'s heart.
Memories and sensations assaulted Kerr and he was awed by the power of it. It had been decades since he\'d drunk from a living being and it was very suddenly brought home to him how wonderful human blood was by comparison to everything else. It was the sweetest of nectars, the most seductive liquid he\'d ever held upon his tongue and his arms wound about William, pulling him closer yet, to savour the intoxication of it all.
Not long after he\'d begun drinking, however, a very different sensation had him opening his eyes in alarm. William\'s sighs had become moans of pleasure and he was wriggling purposefully against Kerr, his hand sneaked between the two of them and cupping the vampire\'s crotch. It responded to the attention against his will - the mortal seemed far more adept at such a task than his age warranted - alarming him into closing off the shallow wounds prematurely so that he could pull back and look at William in shock.
His expression obviously didn\'t register with the dazed boy. "Are we going to your bed now?" he asked dreamily, leaning in for a kiss. Kerr dodged his seeking lips, getting a hand between them in order to press his index finger to William\'s lips - he only puckered them, laughed, and then began sucking on the digit, his meaning clear as he looked up at Kerr from beneath his lashes.
"Dear God," the vampire stammered, aghast at having his finger sucked and his gentlemanly ploys thwarted by a lustful protagonist. "No, that wasn\'t my intention," he said indignantly. Thankfully, it pulled William off his finger; unfortunately it gave him entirely the wrong message.
"Oh, we\'re staying here, then?" the brunette asked blithely and, almost as quickly as a vampire himself might do so, he shifted position on Kerr\'s lap, straddling him. To Kerr\'s utter horror, he wantonly pressed his bulging crotch to Kerr\'s and rubbed, moaning while his body undulated and he pressed his face into the hollow of Kerr\'s throat. His hot breath there was maddening, causing Kerr to swallow again as his hands went to William\'s waist, in an effort to stay him.
"Lord... no, I didn\'t mean that, either," the vampire told the mortal, his eyelids fluttering. His body wasn\'t interested in his dignity nor in easing himself into this new environment - not with a willing, warm being humping his lap so deliciously, anyway. His body was quite willing to succumb to this unexpected delight, drunk on the wine of human blood and buoyed by the most pliant and eager body he\'d met in years. Looking across at Lazarus for clues as to how to handle things gave him no assistance, either - the ancient was very obviously enjoying Eric, touching him skilfully.
Kerr pressed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, leaning his head back on the chair and trying to ignore the fact that William\'s hands were now in his pants and those warm lips were on his throat. It was almost humiliating, the way his body reacted so eagerly when he couldn\'t with any certainty say that he was even attracted to the boy - brunettes generally weren\'t his thing, blondes were, for a start - he was just there. It made him feel like an absolute heel and he couldn\'t in good conscience let this continue. By the same token, he couldn\'t let Lazarus think he was being rude or a prude, either, so a devious plan finally hatched in his brain.
His actions were mostly shielded from the ancient; he reached down to cup William\'s bulge, gulping when it caused the boy to buck and move his lips to Kerr\'s for an impassioned kiss. He allowed his eyes to close and began employing a few of his other talents in order to resolve the situation. Using telekinesis, he sought the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew to be buried in the boy\'s behind, pressuring it rhythmically though his hands strayed nowhere near that area. At the same time, he dug through the boy\'s mind and found the images at the very centre of his memories that seemed the most graphic, that tingled the most when he touched them, declaring them to be his fondest memories - it meant that the sensation that was most prominent for William was that of a mouth around him, but Kerr was certain he wouldn\'t care.
The effect was near instant and electric. William\'s body stiffened and he cried out helplessly as he rode the waves of the most intense, painless orgasm he\'d ever had to its completion, clinging to Kerr before flopping limply atop the vampire, unable to function immediately, let alone talk. Kerr still felt shame, though he was glad it was over - the patch of clothing he was still cupping began to dampen as William\'s seed soaked into it so he removed his hand, patting his waist once more as he held the quivering mortal. His own erection was still yearning for a similar release but he hope now that William had climaxed, it would die down of its own accord.
Kissing the boy\'s feverish forehead, Kerr peeked across at Lazarus, doubting he and his mortal would be anywhere close to finished and wondering if it would be polite to excuse himself and William so that they could go their separate ways.
