New Obsession? Or just a way to pass time? [cw]

The admittance felt good, but it seemed as thought the vampyre wanted to make sure his words were backed up. He felt the cold hand cup his face and he blinked away a few rogue tears, leaning in to the touch, closing his eyes half way. "You don't have to let me touch you to figure you out, alright," he muttered, although he clearly liked it. He liked feeling Eden, the cold that clashed with the warmth. It was just making him feel good. Lifting his own hand up he pressed it against Eden's, just silently signaling how much he liked this. Taking a deep breath he looked at his arms and how red they still were from scrubbing them. He had felt so dirty. And now, with Eden, he felt clean and safe. "But thank you." Romeo was a proud young man, and thanking people wasn't always first thing to pop in to his mind. But he appreciated the vampyre being here with him right now, not getting scared off by his past traumas.
"How about ... We do a picnic in the garden tonight?" he asked. He wasn't quite ready to join the outside world yet, but he wanted to do something nice with Eden anyways. "We'll order whatever we like and have a feast - just the two of us," it was a rather romantic gesture, but he also felt that it was right. It was a good way to show how much they seemed to care for one another. Besides tomorrow was a new day where they could explore the last bit of the festival before they had to head home.

He hummed as the vampyre spoke of fresh blood, holding himself close to him. It was strange how they both seemed to not want to let go. "I wish I could just offer you some of mine," he sighed, but they both knew it wasn't possible. After a while of getting to feel better, he let the vampyre go, albeit a bit reluctantly. He did give Eden a small kiss, letting the vampyre go out to find his feast. Part of him wanted to come with, as seeing him drinking from the fenix they had shared still was persistent in his memories.
Once Eden had left he got dressed, picking something that he liked wearing, especially if they were going to sit and lay in the grass. He made arrangements with the front desk, telling them how he wanted the garden set up for them. The sun was slowly going down, and he decided to have the candles lit, walking around and making sure every detail was up to his standards. Once everything was done he thanked the staff, paying them up front. He knew the hotel room was in Eden's name, but this was his idea, and he was adamant about spending the amount of money it had taken.
As Eden returned there would be a trail of rose petals on the floor inside, leading down the stair and in to the garden that had been transformed. A piece of cloth had been hung, resembling a tent, but it was open on the front side where they could have access to looking at the stars. There was decorations of real candles and fairy lights, making the whole scene quite cozy. Romeo joined him, placing a hand around the vampyre's hip, kissing his cheek. "Missed me?" he asked, a teasing smile on his lips. He could see the vampyre had hurried back as there was still a little bit of blood stain on his pale lips. Romeo lifted his thumb, wiping it away with it and sucking his finger clean afterwards.

Romeo chuckled, handing the vampyre a drink before moving over to sit down on the blankets that had been laid out. On a small low table was food and snacks of all kinds. "It was the best they could do with the amount of time; But they did have quite a nice selection of vampyre-friendly snacks," he said. He went on to explain what each item was, just to make sure that Eden didn't take anything he wouldn't like. Afterwards Romeo leaned back against some pillows, chewing on some nicely cooked meat that was on a skewer. "When people are intoxicated you can feel it in yourself, right? Do you feel other things like if someone has had a bad day or are on drugs?" he asked curious to hear more about it.

The lycan listened quite intently as this wasn't really something he had heard before. It wasn't really something a lot of vampyre's spoke about, but he had a feeling that Eden had quite the amount of experience. It was fascinating really, hearing how things might affect him. Though the words about the man at his work made him raise an eyebrow. Was that a nod to a certain someone both of them knew? He didn't get to ask as he went on to explain drugs in the blood. It made sense that the healthier the person was, the better the quality of blood. The final note making the lycan chuckle, placing down the empty skewer, cleaning his lips with a clean napkin. "I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he said quite much in teasing as he took a sip of his wine.
"But then leaves the question; I've heard that seraphim blood is sweetest ... is it also the best or is that all just a ruse?" He asked in a ponder, leaning closer to the vampyre as he clearly wanted to hear more.

Maybe it was morbid to speak about, but Romeo found it interesting. He couldn't tell why, perhaps because he had already experienced some of the horrors of the world and it just made him wonder what else there were. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, moving closer to Eden, shrugging a bit as up until now it sounded more interesting than scary. Perhaps because he knew the vampyre couldn't taste his blood. "I mean, flesh to me is just flesh," he pondered, grabbing a bottle, refilling the vampyre's glass as he took it as an excuse to move closer. "Besides it's not like I'm ever going to experience the vampyre lifestyle for myself, so hearing about it might make me more aware of what you like," he smiled.

"Well that is true, but blood is versatile in it's own right," he said, smiling as he felt the vampyre play with his collar. He looked at those blue green eyes, smiling as he seemingly had peaked his curiosity as well. "I'm afraid I'm rather boring," he said in a small sigh, leaning his back against the pillows behind them, turning his front slightly to look at the man by his side. "When I'm not here, getting fattened up by you, I'm rather conscious about what I eat; I have a boring set schedule for when I eat certain foods and how much," he sighed, it was perhaps not what Eden wanted to hear. But it was just how his life was. That way he was sure to get his mind in an optimal state for studying and working as well.
"But my guilty pleasure might entertain you," he said, chuckling a bit as he leaned in closer to the vampyre, touching his neck a little with his warm fingers. "I like fresh meat the most ... Like that fenix we shared," he whispered, a smile on his lips.

Romeo chuckled, touching the vampyre's neck more as he stretched it out for him. He loved how smooth his skin was, cold as marble and just as soft as silk. His thumb caressed the spot where the vampyre's pulse sat, only it wasn't beating, and yet with Romeo heating it up, he wondered if it would start pumping. "I think it started in school," he pondered, "I did go to an all boys private school - so you can imagine the testosterone levels and need for competition," he muttered, leaning in to kiss his neck. Sighing against the cold skin he smiled, "But even before that I liked my steaks raw ... My mother taught me hunting from an early age in both my forms," he whispered, kissing the vampyre once more. "Of course animal meat is the easiest to find raw and it is much less of a hassle to buy," his kisses went down to the nape of his neck, biting a bit at the cold skin but not breaking it. He just liked playing with him a little. "But my taste for living beings only started when I started entering the world of business, frequenting the black market and seeing the underbelly of the world," he muttered.

It seemed to be a rich people trope to send their children to some boarding school and let them learn amongst splendor. But he couldn't help but imagine what it might've been if Romeo and him had been the same age, going to the same school. Would they have been rivals? Or would they have found the attraction to still be there? He tried not to ponder too much as the vampyre asked him something that made him smile, pulling away from his neck to look in to his eyes. "You have your own list for every part of you I've tasted," he said, smiling rather charmingly as he moved his hand down, unbuttoning a few buttoned on the vampyre's shirt, touching more of his skin. "Because frankly, it wouldn't be fair to the competition if you were in the run as well," he said, resuming his kisses down the vampyre's neck and to his chest, taking his time, just exploring the cold skin with his lips.

Romeo chuckled, biting softly at the naked chest as Eden admitted to liking it. He unbuttoned his shirt further until it was completely open. He took a moment, placing his hand against the side of the cold chest, feeling along it, seeing the muscles he had that would never change. He looked divine. Moving slow he moved his leg over Eden's legs, sitting down in his lap. He knew the vampyre liked it, so why deny him the chance to feel it once more? "You're really beautiful," he whispered, looking down the vampyre before he studied his face. Smiling he leaned in, kissing his chin and down to his Adam's apple in tender and teasingly slow pecks. "I really wish this weekend would never end," he muttered, his hands running down the vampyre's chest, brushing over his nipples, warming them up a bit with his thumbs teasing one each.
"When I sit on you like this ... What is it you like about it? I've noticed your mood always increases when I sit right here," he asked, curious to hear how the vampyre's mind worked. This was so very relaxing for him, just touching him and feeling around. There was no stress or hassle, it was just about teasing him slightly. "Is it because it simply turns you on to have me on top?" he teased.

Watching Eden lean back made him scoff at the question, "well then I'm quite lucky if that's all it takes," he teased, pinching the vampyre's nipple as he had done so to him. "But then again ... I think you like seeing me in any position you'd be able to think of," he pondered, leaning down to connect their lips, kissing him rather tenderly. He was really going to miss how silent it was out here. Perhaps the city life would end up driving him insane for some place quiet.
The sky above was clear, perfect for watching the stars, and normally Romeo would've focused on them more, but being with Eden he would much rather look at him. "I want to strike a deal with you," he muttered against his lips, opening his eyes as he pulled away. A smile on his face as he was clearly making demands now, turning up his inner brat. "I want one date a month," he said. It was doable, even if both of them focused a lot on their work, it was possible to fit it in, right? "And a weekend getaway every three months," he smiled.

Romeo frowned slightly as Eden replied in such a serious manner. What? He could've sworn this was the way their relation was heading. He then scoffed at the way he spoke about being busy. "Yeah, I guess after Mr. Brown was let go you've had to pick up the job he had going on," he said, leaning down to his nipple, licking it before biting it slightly. "Oh wait, he didn't do shit even if he had been there," he said, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned back to look at Eden.
"C'mon old man, we both know you'd gladly clear your schedule for the chance to be felt up by a young and impressionable lycan, eager to learn the trade of business," he said, batting his eyelashes as if he was indeed such a person.

"I thought this wasn't a trade," he muttered, moving his hips slightly as the vampyre squeezed his thighs, making him groan softly in return. He missed the feeling of his hands against his bare skin. Even if it hadn't been too long ago they had been tangled up. "But alright," he gave in, straightening out his back a little, looking down at Eden with thoughtful eyes.
He moved his hands up to his shirt, playing a bit with the first button from the top. "The dates would keep rotating as they do now; I plan one, you plan one etcetera," he said, unbuttoning his first button teasingly slow. "Perhaps we set up an investment account with your firm, that way we both have the excuse to see each other without anyone connecting the dots," he said, opening the next button as he was slowly revealing his chest to the vampyre. He would have to wait to touch him, just a little while longer. "As I said, dates once a month ... And with all the time you are working you must've saved up enough overtime to take an extended weekend off every three months - or is my math wrong?" he said, cocking his head to the side, biting his lower lip as he opened his shirt further.
"I expect both of us to be civil if we stumble in to one another in Churchill," he said, undoing the last button, removing his shirt fully because to him the night wasn't cold. Not when he produced his own warmth so easily. "If we have to cancel one months, that means we will need to make up for it the following month," he said, leaning down over Eden, his palm against the vampyre's cold chest, holding him down slightly but not really restraining him. "And as always I expect honesty between us; If you find yourself with someone else, I want full disclosure," Romeo wasn't going to expect a vampyre like Eden to be monogamous, and to be fair the lycan might find himself in a situation soon enough where he would have to use his charm to get what he wanted. "You want more to sweeten the deal?"

At the mention of full honesty he did feel the shift, even if it was brief, Romeo took it as more of Eden's way of showing nervousness. It sure felt like that, but he couldn't blame him for it. Being honest with someone could be scary, "I don't want names or anything," he assured him. That was Eden's business and Romeo wasn't some crazy guy who was looking to stalk the people that the vampyre would or wouldn't be with. He felt the kiss, pressing his chest towards the cold skin, gritting his teeth as it felt so good. "The good thing about you being cold ... Is that I don't have to worry about getting over heated; You're there to cool me down and yet rile me up," he chuckled, licking the vampyre's lips. He wanted to taste him, feel how their tongues would dance and twist, meanwhile he found it hard to sit still. Perhaps because of where he was situated, he could feel the vampyre quite clearly beneath him.