Richard/Elijah - 20 - Wanna go play in the water?
Rubbing his belly Elijah turned and grinned at Richard. "Wanna go play in the water?"
"Mmmm..." Richard leaned forward to grab Elijah's hand and tug him back onto the bed. "Do we have to get dressed to frolic in the water, imp?"
"No," Elijah rolled and kissed Richard. "We can run down there naked. We'll fade anyone's memory that sees us!"
"Shame for them," he hummed as he pulled Elijah in for a deeper kiss.
Kissing back, Elijah rubbed his hand sup Richard's chest. "Please.. c'mon..."
"Alright, luv... talked me into it," he couldn't help but smile down at his love. "Lead on."
Laughing, Elijah led Richard to the shore. He ran forward letting the water wash over his feet.
Richard stood back for a moment, watching Elijah race towards the surf. Though his years were many, his lover had retained a youthful enthusiasm that warmed him to the core.
Turning Elijah held up his arms. "Come to me, my Dickie Doo!"
"Naughty imp," Richard yelled out in response even as his feet moved towards his lover. Trotting down, the wet sand squishing under his feet, he hoisted Elijah into his arms and continued into the water.
Laughing, and yelling, Elijah clung to Richard. "Don't drop me!"
Pretending to lose his grip briefly, Richard's laughter joined Elijah's. "Never!"
Squealing Elijah clung to Richard. He turned, pulling himself closer and kissing any patch of skin he could find on Richard.
Elijah's lips warmed his cold skin; well he was convinced of it anyway. "Ready to get into the water, luv?"
"You carrying me in?" Elijah asked, patting Richard's back.
By now Richard was thigh deep in what he was certain were chilly waters to those who needed to worry about blood circulation. Giving the nearest patch of Elijah's skin a kiss, he replied, "something like that." His body tipped to the side, a controlled fall as he maintained his hold on his lover.
Laughing and clinging like a cat, Elijah rode Richard down into the surf, whooping and yelling. "Yeah!"
Head breaching the water, Richard laughed enjoying the exuberance of his lover.
Rolling and hugging Richard, Elijah kissed him. "God you are so great looking and fun."
"Flatterer," Richard muttered against Elijah's lips. His hands ran across the wet skin of his lover's back, enjoying the smooth plains.
"No," Elijah clung to Richard. "Truth. I.. you are.. to me.. important.. you are..."
"Very important to me, my love," his arms tightened around the smaller vamp, holding him close.
Lapping a tongue over the salty skin Elijah wriggled closer and nipped at Richard's throat. "Please?"
"Please, what?" Richard purred. "Use your words..."
"Please can I feed? Just a little? Just a taste?"
Tipping his head, Richard whispered, "always at your disposal."
Almost thrumming with excitement Elijah wrapped around Richard and slid one fang in and then began sipping delicately. "Mmmm..."
"You have a fetish for feeding... don't you?" Richard cradled Elijah's skull as he fed.
Nodding Elijah finally lifted his head. "M'addicted to how you taste."
"So long as it keeps you coming back," his voice and touch were tender.
"Always," Elijah lapped the hole closed. "Let's swim."
Watching Elijah splash in the surf brought a conflict of emotions in Richard. He was so glad that they had this trip, a chance to break away from what was normal and truly communicate and enjoy each other's company. But on the reverse, this time would end with so many questions unanswered.