geez lestat how come you get two boyfriends??

[lyceius]

[ for medicalling and chainletter:

following on from this thread in which rowan puts lestat to bed in his trailer beside adam, and snuggles in himself. rest while you can, rowan. ]

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[lyceius]

[ well. what was the point of stripping if rowan was just gonna flick away the rest of their clothes, huh? lestat can't find it in himself to be too peeved about it though, not with how adam's face lights up at the sight of the other man and hunger sets into the curve of his mouth, the lingering stare. the thick liquid squeeze around his own cock too, more of that wicked fae magic twisted around his fingers.

lestat's lips part at the sensation, an unconscious mirror to the way adam opens his mouth lap at heated flesh. hard to give the doctor wide innocent eyes whilst that buzzing magic fisted his cock, but somehow the blond manages it, despite the effort.]

Moi? I may have had a desire, but nothing planned.

[ lestat grabs that gesturing hand twined with magic, slips his grip down to hold his wrist. glancing down briefly to adam as he takes that flushed cock head into his mouth, he mimics the motion; licking a broad stripe up rowan's glowing fingers and sucking the index and middle digits into the heat of his mouth. the energy tingles on his tongue and he nips at it, letting hot blood trickle down into his gums before he sucks at the wound with a low groan.]

[medicalling]

[He has a feeling that if he lets them, the pair of them can easily get carried away with him. Easily turn him into some wanton, needy thing. Rowan decides to take the reins first, his other hand in Adam's hair twisting so that magic slithered over the pair of them. Light and dark hair, gold washed over them and he felt the wrapping around Lestat's cock expand, allowing for a probing intrusion up past his sac and into and around his hole.

Adam got the same treatment; golden honeyed magic wrapping around his length, pulsing slowly as a tendril slid up to tease around his hole. It helped him focus past the sting of teeth in his flesh and that hot mouth that fit around his cock and aimed to make him lose himself.]

I see I'll have to take both of you in hand... wicked things.

[chainletter]

[ just as he's getting comfortable, adam feels that strange sensation: warm, gentle, slow. his eyebrows knit together and a questioning sound leaves him, muffled by rowan's cock. he squirms visibly, eyelashes fluttering as he feels pleasure flood through him, first from the pressure against his own dick and then from that teasing touch against his hole.

his eyes dart up to rowan, questioning: you? how? - but he's loathe to back off now, when he's finally gotten the doctor in his mouth. lestat knows very well just how eager adam's been for this.

still, he can't help but be distracted by the touch, especially when neither of the men in front of him are anywhere close to being able to reach with their physical limbs. his legs spread a little instinctively and he wonders, in the back of his head, if somehow rowan will be able to open him up just like this, without needing lubricant. ]

[lyceius]

[ lestat on the other hand, knows this trick very well. he gives rowan's fingers another nip before letting the digits slip from his lips with a pop. the silky magic inside him kneads, not quite pressure but enough to make his insides hot and his cock twitch.

he leans in closer to rowan, stealing another kiss from his mouth and biting at his bottom lip while he was at it.]

Now who is wicked, mm? Poor, sweet Adam will not be used to your hidden touches, cher.

[ he slides a palm down rowan's chest, scrapes his claws along the man's pectoral. smooths his touch back up to soothe, the heat inside him only making him more eager to touch, to devour more of the golden skin on display.]

We must be gentle with him, yes? He cannot take quite the rough fucking you and I play with.

[medicalling]

You above all know that my magic is gentle.

[Well, normally. It was only when he was in a tempered rage or sorrow that his touch was chilled or dramatic. He'd mastered the art of softness in having to deal with humans centuries ago. It was Lestat that had been waking him to being able to be truly what he was without having to hold himself back.

He slid his fingers through Adam's hair, glancing down at the human whose lips were wrapped so wetly around his length. Those eyes peered up at him, a human blue with other shades mixed in to give them depth, wide and unsure of his touch.]

I'd not hurt you intentionally, lad. It's to tease and play with. But if you dislike it... I can stop.

[A twitch of his fingers again and those touches faded. He should have asked, really. He knew what he could do with Lestat- essentially everything. Adam was a new element. And human.]

[chainletter]

[ lestat's comment that adam can't handle their roughness does not go unnoticed, and the human's lips form into as much of a pout as they can manage, given that his mouth is full. he's used to being teased, but he has his pride, and he likes to think that he isn't nearly as weak as lestat is making him out to be.

but then the pleasant sensations around his groin fade and he finally lifts his head fully, that pout firmly in place now, his big eyes narrowed as he stares pointedly up at rowan. ]

If I want you to stop, I'll tell you.

[ he leans in to bite at the doctor's hip. he may not have fangs of his own just yet, but his human teeth can still leave marks of their own. ]

Lestat can hear my thoughts, too. If it's too much, he'll be able to tell. So --

[ he reaches up to grasp the wrist lestat has surrendered, placing his own mouth over the digits that had only moments ago been in the vampire's mouth. the trace of blood is still present there and he moans softly as he suckles, enjoying the taste of both of them on rowan's skin. when he lets go a moment later, his expression is determined. ]

-- you don't gotta be gentle with me.

[ a smirk tugs at his lips, and he adds in a teasing tone: ]

I dunno if you can fuck me as good as Lestat does, anyway.

[lyceius]

[ oh, lestat loves this little mortal man tremendously. a large rush of affection surges through him, crinkling his eyes at the corners. he beams, smile a little crooked from the large fangs in his mouth as he looks from mortal to immortal, eyes glittering with adoration for them both, this entire exchange. seized with this big emotion, the vampire steals another kiss from rowan's mouth, nipping at his lip to bleed him before he leans forward, shifting onto his knees to grasp adam's face and kiss him sweetly, licking rowan's blood into his mouth and tasting his cock on the man's tongue.

a delighted rumble through him at the familiar flavours, a shiver that he echoes through the shared bite mark on his neck to the fae man behind him. to adam, he licks into his mouth to taste more before pulling back, keeping his face held close.]

You are a glorious little thing, aren't you? Mon petit.

[ a glance up at rowan now, the elation clear on his face. more of a shared joy rather than his usual playfulness, a look of see? isn't he wonderful?

even so, clever fingers lower to tug on rowan's sac, stroking down the seam with his thumb, other hand's fingers looping the base loosely over adam's.]

Well. He does raise a challenge, doesn't he? What say you, love?

[medicalling]

Lestat is a creature unto himself, with no other like him. I'd not compare myself to him.

[Rowan's lips would only allow the truth to pass, but they also smirked at the brazen attempt to prick his pride into trying to prove that wrong.

The kiss from Lestat after that left his lip bleeding, and he licked over it as he watched vampire lean over him to kiss Adam, felt familiar fingers over new ones touching his groin.

Pride. Such a young, male thing to have- but that's what Adam was. Young, male, and in his own home with his lover and a new addition. The puffing was almost a biological requirement. Still, he knew there were other things that made Adam puff with bravado. Dark things that had etched themselves into his soul, much as Lestat and himself carried old fears and hurts deep down.

He tipped his chin up, glancing at Adam from under his lashes as he let his glamour drop. He couldn't compare to Lestat in the vampire's pale beauty, in his chaos and wild sensuality, but he had his own bits of pretty he knew he could use. He looked much the same as ever, barring his colouring and bone structure. He seemed to be a little more delicately boned, but definitely not fragile. Gold shimmered over his skin, and bronze and copper laced his eyes and hair. He was a molten metallic statue come to life, and he smirked at Adam.]

That's up to your little youngling here. Perhaps if he asks nicely, I'll let him see for himself.

[With the dropping of his glamour, he slid his magic back over Adam, sliding a thicker, more mobile bit of it up into him even as gold wrapped over the human's shaft.

He looked up at Lestat, all the love and affection he had for him being shivered along that bond they had, and he slid a hand down to wrap around the vampire's cock, adding physical touch to magic.]

Can you ask nicely, Adam?