[ perfect, his louis. perfectly vicious, perfectly tender, perfectly imperfect as that first trembling kiss upon the altar. the most perfect aspect to this was that louis was still alive, sane and alive. kissing him with all the terrible anger that was his birthright. finally trembling with the blood, oozing violence and sexuality in the way lestat had always envisioned.
no one else could quite set his skin alight like this, grip him with such bruising passion. it makes lestat's heart race - or was it in time to louis'? no matter. he is grinning foolishly into another kiss, ecstatic to be lifted and placed to perch on the counter. grasping at the nape of the other's neck, firm shoulders. fingers press at his rim for a fleeting moment and the touch is enough to make his toes curl, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
already he is whispering his pleas against louis' mouth, breathy gasps of s'il vous plait i need to feel you please louis now now now then the burn, the breach. lestat hisses between his teeth, hooks his heels around louis' waist and pulls him in tight. driving that perfect dick deep into his core like it was made to fit, groaning his appreciation into the wet heat of louis' mouth. ]
I missed you. [ referring to their entwining and the man both, a solemn confession accentuated by a roll of his hips already, not bothering to let himself relax or adjust. he wants to feel more now, to feel him for days afterwards, damn the consequences. louis wants him. already his cock is leaking across his bunched abdomen, twitching with every nudge inside him. ]
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no one else could quite set his skin alight like this, grip him with such bruising passion. it makes lestat's heart race - or was it in time to louis'? no matter. he is grinning foolishly into another kiss, ecstatic to be lifted and placed to perch on the counter. grasping at the nape of the other's neck, firm shoulders. fingers press at his rim for a fleeting moment and the touch is enough to make his toes curl, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
already he is whispering his pleas against louis' mouth, breathy gasps of s'il vous plait i need to feel you please louis now now now then the burn, the breach. lestat hisses between his teeth, hooks his heels around louis' waist and pulls him in tight. driving that perfect dick deep into his core like it was made to fit, groaning his appreciation into the wet heat of louis' mouth. ]
I missed you. [ referring to their entwining and the man both, a solemn confession accentuated by a roll of his hips already, not bothering to let himself relax or adjust. he wants to feel more now, to feel him for days afterwards, damn the consequences. louis wants him. already his cock is leaking across his bunched abdomen, twitching with every nudge inside him. ]