[ Always is just a word, but it reverberates in Louis nonetheless, helpless wanting and relief that feels almost disconnected from the rest of him, an autonomic response to his Maker's touch. Complicated, like everything else when it comes to Lestat, with resentment as much as love, for all he was the first to say it, the one who came running when he was called; the noise he makes in the back of his throat when he's kissed is frustration and desire all at once. It makes his grip a little harder than it needs to be when he puts his hands on Lestat's body, thumbs digging into muscle and flesh on his hips, tracing up the Adonis belt with his nails, one side leaving a smear of wet and blood behind.
He looks into those forget-me-not eyes, feeling himself lost. ]
Motherfucker.
[ Anger and joy mingling, tasting like copper on his tongue. His vampire heart beats like a drum, rattling percussion echoed in his cock. It hurts. It's everything he's ever wanted. If he's not inside him in the next minute he might actually die all over again.
He gets his hands under Lestat's thighs, lifts him easy to settle him on the edge of the counter. What remains of the spit and blood on his hand gets rubbed up between Lestat's cheeks over that tight ring of muscle, more a courtesy than anything that's going to be helpful, then over his own dick in long strokes while he leans in to keep kissing him, letting it become more languid but no less heated. ]
Not gonna be gentle. [ All the warning gets before he slots the fat head of his cock against Lestat's hole, hand under his knee to make it a good angle, as much pulling him down onto it as pushing into him with a low, unsteady growl and a whispered fuck. ]
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[ Always is just a word, but it reverberates in Louis nonetheless, helpless wanting and relief that feels almost disconnected from the rest of him, an autonomic response to his Maker's touch. Complicated, like everything else when it comes to Lestat, with resentment as much as love, for all he was the first to say it, the one who came running when he was called; the noise he makes in the back of his throat when he's kissed is frustration and desire all at once. It makes his grip a little harder than it needs to be when he puts his hands on Lestat's body, thumbs digging into muscle and flesh on his hips, tracing up the Adonis belt with his nails, one side leaving a smear of wet and blood behind.
He looks into those forget-me-not eyes, feeling himself lost. ]
Motherfucker.
[ Anger and joy mingling, tasting like copper on his tongue. His vampire heart beats like a drum, rattling percussion echoed in his cock. It hurts. It's everything he's ever wanted. If he's not inside him in the next minute he might actually die all over again.
He gets his hands under Lestat's thighs, lifts him easy to settle him on the edge of the counter. What remains of the spit and blood on his hand gets rubbed up between Lestat's cheeks over that tight ring of muscle, more a courtesy than anything that's going to be helpful, then over his own dick in long strokes while he leans in to keep kissing him, letting it become more languid but no less heated. ]
Not gonna be gentle. [ All the warning gets before he slots the fat head of his cock against Lestat's hole, hand under his knee to make it a good angle, as much pulling him down onto it as pushing into him with a low, unsteady growl and a whispered fuck. ]