[ a growl rumbles through his chest, the sound muffled by the kiss. armand tastes like rich blood and something unmistakably louis, enough that his chest aches, hungry for scraps. the older vampire doesn't resist against his grip as much as anticipated, easy enough to push down against the table. easy enough too, for lestat to resist the kiss if he so chose. instead the sharpened claw of his thumb digs just above the bob of armand's throat, piercing until a bead of blood wells around it.
lestat breaks the kiss to duck his head, tightening his grip as he chases the welling blood with a broad swipe of his tongue. his fangs drop immediately at the taste, pupils dilating. ]
C'est ce que tu veux? My ire, my attention?
[ punctuated with the press of his hips against armand's, a low hum escaping his throat as he notices just how easy to feel the shape of the other man through the luxurious silk he wore. ]
no subject
lestat breaks the kiss to duck his head, tightening his grip as he chases the welling blood with a broad swipe of his tongue. his fangs drop immediately at the taste, pupils dilating. ]
C'est ce que tu veux? My ire, my attention?
[ punctuated with the press of his hips against armand's, a low hum escaping his throat as he notices just how easy to feel the shape of the other man through the luxurious silk he wore. ]