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]

[ perhaps it's because of what he's gone through that adam isn't as freaked out by the magical stuff as he otherwise would be. living with lestat has also made it easier; after getting used to the concept of someone reading your thoughts, magic doesn't seem all that impossible any longer.

it's still strange, but the bits that he's seen have been helpful, have made him feel good - most of all this strange probing in his hole, warm and almost wet-feeling without spit or lube. it's gentle, despite rowan's teasing, and that makes adam flush anew, reassured that he's in good hands.

he watches as lestat touches rowan, then in turn gazes at the fae's expression, listens to that breathy note in his voice. he's clearly affected despite his cool facade and it's exciting, knowing he's getting worked up. the pressure on his chin is firm and he doesn't resist, grinning at the instruction before moving to do as he's told.

he leans up to clasp lestat's face, kissing him deeply; in his mind, he pushes forward thoughts of love and affection, of deep desire and gratitude. thank you for sharing him with me. let me show you how good i can be. he gets lost in it for a long moment, tongue darting past plush lips to lick the taste of rowan off those beautiful fangs.

adam lifts himself onto his knees and he can feel his cock brush against lestat's, making him groan softly, his hips rocking forwards to seeking out more friction, then back onto that pulsing feeling now deep inside his hole. it's strange, but it feels amazing. ]

[lyceius]

[ a sidewards glance at rowan, heated. the vampire's lips parted slightly to show his fangs, tongue moistening his lower lip as he strokes rowan's cock in time with the pulse of the magic, aware of the rhythm. brat indeed. this little display of control, as gentle as it was, was very much doing it for him.

then adam's hands grasp his face, stealing his attention with the needy mouth on his. immediately lestat reacts, his free hand grasping the young man's waist to hold him steady while they kiss leisurely. adam's thoughts are loud, deliberately so; the vampire groans in response, pushes back the sheer amount of pride bursting from his chest, the adoration threatening to overflow. wonderful boy. enjoy yourself. show me how well you take his cock. like he does himself, that swipe of tongue over his fang drawing a growl from his throat.

when the kiss breaks, the nudge of heated flesh against his has him reaching for adam, hoisting him forward to tip against the line of his body. let rowan enjoy the sight of adam clutching to lestat's solid frame, the wicked smile spreading over the vampire's face as he reaches down to grab handfuls of adam's ass. very well aware of the golden magic twined and pulsing deep inside the young man, the same as his. it doesn't stop him from slipping a finger between the cleft of his rear to tease over adam's hole, that familiar twitching muscle. ]

Proper seat, hm? As if he has not been taking my cock for months.

[ a flutter of eyelashes at rowan, coy. he's teasing of course, threads of amusement reaching out through the bond. ]

[medicalling]

[He laughed, because Lestat's humor was always so coy and wicked, and Adam's love for the vampire was so vividly expressive. Love and need, both things tangled around each other.

Rowan folded his arms over his chest, watching for a moment.]

I could just enjoy the show. I am the intruder in your little cramped bed this morning.

I mean, honestly, Lestat. Can he even ride a horse?

[He waggled his brows at the vampire behind Adam's back. The pair of them had grown up with horseback as a form of travel, and the question of "Have you ever ridden while riding?" slid through while he waggled his cock from side to side, his body apparently one of the few sources of light in the trailer in the moment, tucked back where they were.

He changed the pulse in Adam's magic, made it something that rippled up through him like a wave, starting at his hole, then undulating up and over his prostate, further up a little more to pause, then writhe back down. He kept Lestat's the same as his heartbeat. That golden glow fit around Adam's sac, gentle in the soft tingling there. He was a bit more firmer with it on Lestat, knowing the vampire's limits.]