The liberation of humans caused by the supposed death of a slave by the name of One was an event celebrated throughout all districts. Lights of reds and greens and whites were strung up and humans exchanged gifts to celebrate the wages they now earned. It was a happy time of the year, if not hectic. Eric couldn't complain though, he had just gotten the best gift of all.

Blood banks were always busy and getting any time away was difficult, but at this time of the year it seemed a bit harder. Still Shell managed to put aside his work, leaving it in Reign's trusty hands, and head down to the South to visit his lover. Their time together was always wonderful, full of love making, and cuddling, and kisses, and talking, and just general being together. And Eric was so smart, he always could help Shell find a solution to whatever issue arose from this new, strange living arrangement of humans and vampires coexisting.

They had just finished dinner, Shell had headed upstairs for a quick, cool shower - the Southern heat was always hard on him, Eric regretted that little bit of their relationship - while Eric tidied up the kitchen. After everything was satisfactorily clean, he goes upstairs to find Shell sprawled across the bed, a red ribbon tied in a bow around his pale chest. Eric groans and quickly begins unbuttoning his own loose shirt. "I thought you were tired after this morning," he teases, grabbing oil from the side table.

"I've had time to recover," Shell smiles as Eric hovers over him.

"The bow's a nice touch,"

"It is the holidays after all."

Eric groans and presses their mouths together after pinning the vampire's hands over his head. "Well, then please excuse me if I decide to use my gift right away."

He flips Shell onto his stomach and groans again at the sight of his loose and wet hole. "You really got all ready for me, didn't you?" he murmurs as he pushes a finger in, the digit sliding past the ring of muscles with little to no resistance. Two more fingers soon join the first and Shell moans out loudly as they pump into him with wet squelches. Such a good little, vocal sub, Eric thinks to himself. His mind is almost reeling with all the possibilities they have.

"I want to try something," he decides after a moment, and Shell whines at the loss when Eric removes his fingers. He goes to search through the chest of drawers where he keeps everything from whips to ropes to candles and brings out a black, phallus shaped length of plastic.

"You gotta relax." Eric says when he comes back to the bed; Shell had been a good boy and hadn't peaked at what his master was doing. Eric slides his member in Shell then stops, steadying himself against the pleasure of the walls clamping down on his cock so sweetly. "Breathe," he urges as he pushes a finger alongside his length.

Shell lets out a noise between a gasp and a sob at the extra intrusion as he clamps and unclamps handfuls of the sheets. Eric doesn't like to see his lover in pain, but the vampire hasn't said his word so it must be bearable.

A second fingers is added as Eric rocks his hips shallowly. It takes longer than a normal stretching, and Shell lets out a few sobs that make Eric stop entirely to check in with him, but once given the approval Eric adds the toy beside his own member. "Fuck!" Shell cries out - Eric usually doesn't allow him profanity during their play, but he makes an exception for it this time.

Once again he halts to let Shell adjust, and on the first few thrusts the vampire is coming with sobs of his lover's name, clenching around both objects in him.

Eric strokes his hair through his climax, pressins kisses over his back and shoulders. He makes no move to pull out. "You think you can take more?"

"For you, master." nods Shell. He may already be exhausted and aching, but that hardly makes him want to stop.

Eric smirks. "Good boy."