[ It cuts far deeper than that sharp thumbnail, Lestat's beautiful voice uttering effortless viciousness. Armand's eyelashes flutter; his gaze skitters above Lestat, then to the side of the room. Trying and failing to regain a little composure. Pinned, the way he wants to be, and reminded of his own worthlessness, how easily he was used and discarded --
His chest is tight. He longs for Daniel with a child's need for comfort, though he doesn't reach out for him, or Louis. There's something terrible in the way his body responds to the cruelty, only growing harder, an aching need to be filled and dominated by the man who cares so little for him. His legs remain locked around Lestat's hips. Finally he turns his head, nuzzling lightly into Lestat's hair, murmuring his answer into his ear. ]
That you will whatever you want, as you always have. [ He breathes, carefully. ] Will you take me here? Where he did?
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His chest is tight. He longs for Daniel with a child's need for comfort, though he doesn't reach out for him, or Louis. There's something terrible in the way his body responds to the cruelty, only growing harder, an aching need to be filled and dominated by the man who cares so little for him. His legs remain locked around Lestat's hips. Finally he turns his head, nuzzling lightly into Lestat's hair, murmuring his answer into his ear. ]
That you will whatever you want, as you always have. [ He breathes, carefully. ] Will you take me here? Where he did?