[ Pointless to lie about it in this state, with his blood on Lestat's tongue and his hips tilted upwards to receive the weight of the younger vampire between his thighs, his interest in said attention all too obvious through the thin fabric. His pupils are as dark as Lestat's, black blown out against amber rings; he swallows carefully against the hand around his throat, making no pretense over the fact that he's enjoying the pressure.
He keeps his own hands at his sides, gripping the edges of the table. His nostrils flare as he tilts his head back just a little, pulling in shallow breaths that he doesn't really need. ]
You could have me so easily, Lestat. You always could.
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[ Pointless to lie about it in this state, with his blood on Lestat's tongue and his hips tilted upwards to receive the weight of the younger vampire between his thighs, his interest in said attention all too obvious through the thin fabric. His pupils are as dark as Lestat's, black blown out against amber rings; he swallows carefully against the hand around his throat, making no pretense over the fact that he's enjoying the pressure.
He keeps his own hands at his sides, gripping the edges of the table. His nostrils flare as he tilts his head back just a little, pulling in shallow breaths that he doesn't really need. ]
You could have me so easily, Lestat. You always could.