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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[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?