*keeps stalking Liam and Don*
Godric will not lie.
If it is necessary, he will stretch the truth, keep things to himself or talk around the answer, but he will not tell lies.
The reason for that is that he feels it corrupts ones character and also damages relationships.
So when Godric tells you something, you can be sure there it at least a small grain of truth in it, even if important information might be missing.
What are you talking about? Those things don’t exist!
Yes they do but they are Unicorns and when you find one your life is complete <3 <3
When there is a feelsy Dean/Sam childhood post without John hate in it
Godric knew Chuck just as the god knew the vampire — Chuck wanted to hear Godric talk, just as he wanted to hear his every sound that he made when Chuck drove into him, pounded and used him just as the ancient vampire liked it.
Chuck loved the feeling of his lover around his cock, the subtle difference of temperature that he only knew to get when being inside of his vampire, alien when he had first experienced it but Godric’s eagerness had made it impossible to waste too much time about it, instead getting him quickly addicted to the sensation that only he could give him.
His lips curled into a crooked grin at Godric’s request, not instantly changing his pace but instead driving his cock just as rapidly into the vampire’s hole up to the hilt, gazing down at his lover’s ass to watch his shaft being swallowed up by the other’s body which was clenching around his girth.
"Harder, Godric? I’ll give it to you harder," he said through clenched teeth, a sharp snap of his hips pressing them flush together as he ceased his movements momentarily, rutting against his lover’s gorgeous ass, instead, his chest flush against Godric’s back. One hand reached up, fingers twisting into Godric’s hair so he could yank it back carelessly, his lips brushing against the vampire’s ear as he spoke. "How hard do you want it, maybe like this?" His hips pulled back again, several times thrusting into him with the same speed and strength as he had fucked the man before. "Or maybe like this?" He picked up his pace, motoring into him more violently.
Chuck pounded into Godric, nibbling at his ear before growling into his ear. “Or maybe you’d like it like this?” Pulling his hips back and his cock almost all the way out, Chuck suddenly thrust back inside with supernal strength, the sensation of their bodies connecting more like a blow than anything else, but he was already pulling back, pistoning in and out of his lover.
Godric heard Chuck reply and did expect something to happen, but not that Chuck stopped moving.
A whine left him, needy and greedy, his fingers curling around the fabric of the bed sheet tighter.
"Tease", he whined, trying to push back against Chuck, trying to make him do something. But that didn’t do much.
Instead his hair was gripped and his head pulled back, to which Godric let out another needy whine. It would be a lie to say this didn’t turn him on even more.
"Yes", he whined. "Please."
Once Chuck started to move again, Godric whined because there wasn’t anything changing. He needed more.
The truths became harder, more violent and Godric whined again, a long drawn out moan following the first sound. That was way better and Chuck knew that. It hurt, god did it hurt to be fucked so violently, but it felt so good. Godric didn’t care if bones would break, he just wanted more.
"Please", he said again, just before Chuck spoke again, picking up his pace once more.
Nope Godric let out a moan that was bordering on a scream, since he hadn’t really expected that kind of violence. But he wasn’t complaining.
"Yes like this", Godric moaned out, pushing back against Chuck.
That was, what he loved. The fact that Chuck was so strong and could give him what he wanted and needed, could satisfy him in this way.
Now Godric’s hand wandered down, wrapping itself around his hard, leaking cock to stroke it. His moans grew louder and he pushed back against Chuck even more, no longer able to think that well anymore.
"Chuck", he moaned out, using his other hand to reach behind him, grabbing a piece of his lovers body, not really caring what it was and just wanting to touch.
*posts 2 replies*
*feels better about self*
*skips off to class*
There was a sense of need in her voice so Godric opened the door rather quickly, turning his head towards her. “Phoenix… are you alright?”
Chocolate eyes stayed on the machine as the bag spun around, trying not to breath in the scent that’s no doubt in the air. Phi turned her attention back to the older vampire in the room, a nervous smile on her lips. “You’re the only vampire I know. And I can’t kill innocent people, I’d be no better the the Templars I hunt. You don’t know how much I appreciate this, Godric.”
"It is no problem at all", he replied, giving her a light smile.
Godric wanted to reply something different but the soft ping of the microwave pulled his attention away from Phoenix. With a smile he turned away, taking the heated blood bag. Then he cut it open and poured the red liquid into a glass, setting it down in front of his friend.
"There. I hope this helps. Should you need more, there is plenty for you to drink."
"I never said that." His eyes bore into his maker’s with intense adoration, yet there was an edge of seriousness to them. Eric wanted Godric to know that he wouldn’t push him on this. Unless of course he thought that there was a threat to his maker’s existence, and then he would not hesitate to destroy whoever stood in his way to protect Godric.
"I only meant that we do not have to talk about whatever is bothering you but that if you feel like opening up later ,” a brow rose suggestively on that word. “Then I will not be opposed to listening to what you have to say. If you want to say it.”
The hand that had been on Godric’s face was now stroking his soft hair, combing through it affectionately. Although Eric’s body still craved contact of a different sort. His hips shifted uncomfortably.
Godric held Eric’s gaze, even though he almost couldn’t bare it. Which was mostly because he knew Eric deserved an explanation but Godric just couldn’t give it right.
"I know", he replied quietly, his fingers gently stroking the back of Eric’s neck. "Maybe. I cannot promise you anything."
A soft purr left Godric at the petting and he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes.
It was obvious that Eric wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon, but still wanted to be close. That wasn’t a problem since Godric wanted that also.
He turned his head more, his eyes still closed, so he could press a gentle kiss on the inside of Eric’s wrist. The motion was so familiar that Godric just let his fangs drop, very softly running them over Eric’s skin.
"I love you", he said in Swedish, nuzzling his face against Eric’s skin.
The shift of Eric’s hips didn’t go unnoticed and Godric rolled his own into his child’s, letting out another soft purr.
"Do you feel like moving or will this do?", he asked, scratching his fangs over Eric’s skin once more. "I do not care either way."