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"I'm afraid I'll get bored out in the middle of nowhere. It'll be too quiet, and my brain will... I don't know. Implode on itself." He chuckles quietly.

"You don't have that problem?"

-somewhere."

"I hadn't really considered that. I've grown up in a city all my life... I've always had to think of my... Of how I fit into the society that everyone else seemed to understand so easily."

He smiles, looking down at the petal in his fingers.

"Maybe I should've become a hermit in the forest -

"You seem very at home in nature. No wonder you like fishing." Spencer licks his lips. Will smells so good. Better than ever.

Spencer watches Will, as if caught in a little spell for a moment. He was gorgeous.

Blinking, Spencer comes to sit down as well. He exhales.

"This is more comfortable..."

He reaches to pluck a stray petal from Will's hair.

"I like spring, but autumn is my favorite."

"That should be better." Spencer reassures. He follows Will over to the shady area. Spencer does indeed feel a bit warm. Not unusual when he's outside like this.

"The spring air is refreshing."

"It's just a little bright. I'm okay." He offers a little smile. Spencer's brain likes being outside, but his body doesn't. At least when it's daytime.

"Ha. Yeah. Among nature." Spencer, meanwhile, has sunglasses and long sleeves on.

"You look in your element."

a man wearing sunglasses and a bow tie is looking at the camera ALT: a man wearing sunglasses and a bow tie is looking at the camera

"Bright out."

Spencer shudders, a breath leaving him.

"I haven't... I don't have a lot of experience... " He blindly reaches for the bottle of lubricant he's picked up since the last time he and Will met.

"Is that okay?"

You do realize how suspicious you sound, right?

As in killing someone in self defense? Then it's not murder.

Spencer moans a muffled noise as well, the friction delicious.

Spencer parts his lips for Will, knowing he'll taste of blood, but that Will doesn't seem to mind.

Spencer grinds down against Will, chasing the pleasure that Will is offering so teasingly.

Spencer comes over to Will, crawling over him and kissing him deeply.

He lets his body press against Will's, skin to skin, a breathy noise of desire and need leaving him.

Spencer takes his hand and pulls him to the bedroom, kicking off his pants and boxers along the way, and using one hand to undo the buttons of his shirt.

His bedroom is dark and quiet, bed made.

It's amazing how feeding really does it for these two. Spencer tips his head to the side, distracted.

"Bedroom --. I've got .. stuff. There."

He starts to try and pull away from Will, though reluctant for Will's hand to leave him.

Spencer was thinking the same thing, especially with how hot and bothered he is.

With a moan, he's tearing Will's shirt from him and tossing it away, then his hands are opening Will's pants. A little difficult to do when someone else is giving you a handjob, but not impossible.

"I want you..."

Ah, there's the sign he was waiting for. Immediately, this time, Spencer stops feeding, licking over the spot on Will's neck to make sure the area stops bleeding.

But from there, Spencer is groaning as Will continues to stroke him, and he starts pulling at Will's clothing, beginning to undress him.

Spencer tries to shift his hips, but he can't move away lest he stops feeding.

But this bit of teasing and touching is perfect. Like foreplay.

Spencer has enough mind to drop his hand and squeeze Will's ass.

Spencer rocks his hips again, craving friction from Will's hand.

Spencer gasps against Will's throat, blood spilling out briefly. Then he's going back in, licking that blood up Will's throat and drinking anew.

Spencer's brain was beginning to go all buzzy with this new addition to their ritual. He was half-hard and only getting harder.

Ohhh... That felt good. Spencer muffles a soft noise of pleasure against Will's throat, heat traveling south. He rocks his hips against Will's.

Everything is warm and satisfying, like any good meal is.

Spencer's eyes are shut, arms shifting to wrap around Will, one hand sliding up to Will's back.

It was not only nice to get a delicious meal from a willing partner, but to be so close and intimate, and not feel uncomfortable or ashamed.

Spencer can feel himself becoming warm from Will's blood.

There's no comparison between fresh blood and stale blood. It's like the difference between plain ground beef and a filet mignon.

Spencer pushes Will gently back until there's a wall behind him, and then Spencer is pressing against him and drinking deeper, soft wet noises coming from his mouth.

Spencer shivers at Will's touch, already feeling heat shoot down his spine.

Finally, Spencer is biting into Will's throat, a moan soon following as he begins drinking Will's delectable, hot blood.

His hands curl into Will's shirt at his sides.

Those words... They make Spencer's dead heart feel like it's beating again.

Spencer lets out a breath, hands going to Will's waist.

"I've got you."

Spencer would rather die than betray that trust. Leaning in, Spencer brings his face to Will's throat, inhaling his scent and pressing a kiss there.

Spencer still feels a little sheepish for some reason. Something that will likely fade the more he does this with Will.

Spencer knows they both like this.

He approaches Will, eyes almost glowing with how bright they are in the low light of Spencer's apartment.

"Remember to stop me..."

-Feeding had become something more than just sustaining one's self.

Spencer licks his lips and swallows.

"... I am."

"Oh--. That's... That's very considerate of you."

Spencer's eyes snap to Will. Spencer doesn't feed as much as the typical vampire. Blood bags, while sustaining, don't taste very good. It's always been... Difficult to accept this diet, even years later.

But... Will had changed things. -

"I'd like to visit some time, if you'll have me."

Spencer toes off his shoes and heads into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry? I have a lot of... Non-perishable foods that you can have a look through."