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[ maybe it's a little - or a lot - fucked up, that adam is the one doing the comforting after what's just occurred. but it feels right, somehow. this is the first time lestat has ever been truly vulnerable with him and it helps, soothing him; it's as though it heals a part of adam, too, somehow.

besides - it means he gets to hear lestat's side of the story, gets a window into what the blond had seen and heard and felt while adam was busy trying to ignore his feelings. and, again, it's fucked up: the way that a tiny thrill runs up his spine, thinking about the fact that lestat had been watching, not ignoring him at all, as though incapable of ever truly letting adam be free to wander.

it's a chain that adam knows he'll come to hate in time, but one that feels right. belonging to lestat, being protected by him, giving him the comfort he seemingly cannot get from anywhere else. adam is hyper-aware of the fact that he can't possibly replace whoever it is lestat sings about every night but, maybe, he can help fill that void - just a little bit. just for now.

the sulky tinge to lestat's voice, combined with the way his expression shifts as he describes what happened, makes adam's smile grow - and then, before he can help himself, he's laughing. it isn't funny; it's just the built-up adrenaline finding a way out.

he squeezes lestat close once more, skinny arms wrapping as tight as they can around the other's broad frame. he doesn't care if the blood gets on him. ]

Wait - are you saying you didn't want him to kiss me?

[ amidst all the terror and sadness, this stands out. is lestat... jealous? ]

[ the laughter surprises him, blinking in confusion as adam gives him another squeeze. did he do something right? say something funny? whatever it was, adam's laughter makes his stomach flip giddily and a smile pulls at his mouth, too.

right up about till adam's question. this earns a deep frown, that petulance back in his voice.]

What is funny about that? He was a brute and he did not deserve to kiss you.

[ another sniff, haughty now. he turns his head to nose at adam's hair, inhaling the chemical of the shampoo he used, the faint scent of hairspray and smoke. underneath it all - adam, warm and slowly becoming familiar.

a little knot of jealousy there that he did not want to unpick. yes, he knew that likely adam would be hit on if left alone at the club. the patrons who encountered him seemed to appreciate looking at him as much as lestat himself did - he did not need to skim their thoughts to know this.

yes, lestat had let him go anyway, in hopes that his greedy heart would not have a reaction. unfortunately this was not the case.]

Bien sûr, you may kiss whomever you please. But he did not deserve it.

[ do you deserve it, lestat? he doesn't really think he does either, but he sure is judging everyone else's worth too.]

[ adam knows he shouldn't be laughing. nothing about what happened tonight is funny - not the way lestat treated him, not what happened in the bathroom, not the idea that this centuries-old vampire is somehow so taken with a human that he'd kill to protect him.

maybe adam's finally gone crazy. maybe his brain has finally snapped under the pressure. maybe this is just another hallucination, a dream made up by a mind too damaged to deal with reality. whatever it is, he doesn't care. he doesn't care that lestat was an asshole, that those men are dead, that he's more fucked up than anyone could ever possibly understand.

maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find each other.

adam pulls back once more, eyes shining with unshed tears and - of all things - a mischievous little look on his face. lestat's petulance is a familiar thing; the contrast of that childish emotion amidst all this darkness is jarring in the best way.

then the blond says two things that make adam's heart twist in his chest:

you may kiss whomever you please - a lie?

he did not deserve it - the truth. ]

Were you watching the whole time?

[ it's not an accusation. in fact, it's the opposite, a playful, teasing question meant to evoke embarrassment rather than shame. adam's thumbs brush over lestat's cheeks now, wiping away those rivulets of blood. ]

He kissed me before he did anything shitty, y'know.

[ what adam means is clear: lestat must have judged this man well before he ever made a move. must have watched adam up on that balcony and decided his fate well in advance. must care deeply enough about his human pet to set parameters as to who may and may not be allowed near him.

it's fucked up. it's also the hottest thing adam's ever experienced. his pulse begins to quicken again, just a little, as the idea of this sets the gears of his mind into motion: does lestat truly like him that much? want him that much? he's getting ahead of himself, he's sure, but -- ]

[ lestat cannot help but feel sulky as adam leans back, taking away his comforting warm hair to nuzzle against. a frown forms, and he is sorely tempted to snatch the other man back against him to cradle. but oh, adam is touching his face softly, pads of his thumbs slightly roughened across his cheeks. it takes a moment for his question to register and despite the tone, his stomach twists uncomfortably.

a familiar question, carrying familiar guilt. even if it was not the same situation at all, lestat cannot help but feel horribly defensive - and justified. what would have happened if he had not been watching? only catching the tail end of adam's despair due to negligence?]

-You have a way of stealing my attention, Adam. [ it's not a no. maybe he hadn't been watching every second but he had been monitoring, certainly. even while he was fighting with himself about doing so.]

It does not matter. His intent was the same, kiss or no.

[ the quickening of adam's pulse concerns him - more fear? or anger? he meets his eyes, brow creasing very slightly. questing for answers before reaching out to skim the waters of his mind, feather light.]

You gave him a sweetness he immediately squandered. It is a shame, that is all.

[ hes blinking slowly, unaware that he's doing it. subtle methods in an attempt to soothe adam's heart rate back down from what he thinks may be rising panic.]

(( ooc: and i am head over heels for that idea lskjdshdg ))

[ the not-yes, not-no response is so typical of lestat that adam laughs again, though now it's soft and affectionate. he's beginning to understand that this is what the blond does when confronted with things he'd rather avoid: he dodges the question, gives a non-answer, tries to use all that charisma of his to wiggle his way out of the conversation altogether.

but adam hears the answer beneath it. hears the lack of a no and, perhaps selfishly, interprets it as a yes. watching. waiting. making sure he was protected. though lestat's walls are clearly back up his earlier vulnerability still sits in adam's memory, and that image of him is the one that best supports his theory. he'd been so regretful - saying he should've stepped in earlier - that, clearly, he knew what was happening from the very start.

adam knows better than to bring any of this up, of course. there's no need. ]

Sweetness, huh?

[ the slow blinks remind adam of a cat; specifically, the stray that lives in his apartment building, the one he gives milk to now and then. lestat certainly looks a lot closer to that particular feline than any other at this particular moment. it makes adam grin, his heartrate calming somewhat from both the effect as well as his own mental coming-to-terms.

for a moment, he simply stays like that, the breeze blowing past them. lestat is a mess, but to adam, he's never been more beautiful. his heart aches and swells the same way any human's does - more, even. like this, sitting on the pavement, he feels more at ease with lestat than he ever has before. it's as though they're just friends sharing a smoke, talking about the shitty world around them, laughing over dumb jokes.

his grin softens; wrinkles crease the corners of his eyes. he says nothing else before he leans in to press a chaste kiss to lestat's lips, holding his face close, one thought clear inside his mind:

It's okay if you want my sweetness all to yourself.

he doesn't know if lestat will be able to hear it, but that doesn't matter. ]

[ ooc: knowing that sam reid deliberately plays up different versions of him when diff characters are retelling events etc etc. its why im EXTRA excited for s3 bc finally the diva himself... ]

[ a very slight tilt of lestat's head at the laugh; again? even though he has the ability to literally read adam's mind, somehow he was the one a step behind here. whatever was making him smile like that was no reason to be too concerned however; whatever panic had set in seemed to have fully passed.

truthfully, the only real clear image he could discern from the other man's mind was that of a skinny feline winding around the ragged hems of adam's jeans, huge eyes adoring. that, and an uncomfortable reflection of himself; eyes darkened by mascara, cheeks still stained a little red, brow furrowed. dizzying for an instant.

he catches a glimpse of the charming way adam's eyes crinkle, boyish and charming. then, a soft pressure on his mouth, hands framing his face as if holding something precious. startled, his lashes flutter, then close.

there's a delicate feeling in his chest, a tiny glass flower unfurling in the presence of the sun. a trembling hope he doesn't dare to touch in fear of it shattering. adam's mouth is warm, his hands moreso, but lestat shivers under the touch somehow. how long had it been since he had been held like something breakable?

touching the pool of adam's mind again is automatic enough that the focused thought immediately resounds in his head. it makes him frown into the kiss, then draw back from it entirely.

a moment of staring at adam with growing intensity, disbelief. then he reaches for adam, cupping the back of his neck to draw him back into a firm kiss again. it's far less soft than adam's, hungry where his was chaste. a desperate need to fill the ache suddenly yawning in his chest, the eager loneliness threatening to consume him whole. ]

[ as they linger in the kiss a strange sort of peace descends upon them, as though none of tonight's events were real. in this moment it is just the two of them and the wind, all alone in the wide world except for one another, not needing anything else. the anger and apathy sitting in adam's heart lifts and he realizes slowly that this is what he wants: to be with lestat. nothing more than that.

perhaps it's a terrible thing to want. selfish, stupid. but when lestat draws away, when he fixes the human with a stare as intense as the sun, adam knows he cannot deny it. more than the sex, more than the friendship, this is what he wants - to fill that void and, in turn, have his own filled as well.

when lestat kisses him again it is a powerful thing, the butterflies hibernating inside adam's chest suddenly erupting into a storm of sound and colour. he knows without knowing that lestat has heard him, heard his silent permission, and that makes him giddy; he grins into the kiss, surging forward as the need to be closer overtakes him.

he can taste the desperation on lestat's tongue, in his hands where he grasps at adam's neck. the vampire had resisted the urge to pull Adam into his lap earlier; adam himself is not capable of such resistance now. he pushes his way into lestat's arms, all but climbing on top of him, a knee on either side of the man's hips as he continues to kiss him. eager little sounds spill from him, spiked with a moan here and there as the taste of blood fills his mouth. he licks over lestat's fangs, small as they are, and his own hands fly up to card through his golden hair.

Yours his mind screams, one clear word amidst a haze of desire and gratitude. Let me be yours. ]

[ ridiculous, to be kissed like this even as lestat is a mess of blood and smeared mascara. he had been picture perfect all night, yet only after crumbling into tears and leaking blood had he been kissed so tenderly. now adam climbs into his lap to push closer, to envelop him further in his solid warmth and weight. his desire is so much, palpable; hungry to be filled, an emptiness that lestat meets eagerly with his own. pleas to be claimed, loved, to be wanted echoing his. he would take him gladly, and does.

the lick over his fangs makes him groan into the kiss, heat suddenly sparking in his navel. they extend an inch, grazing the sides of lestat's tongue as it slides along adam's, slicking them both in blood. from the sounds being made, somehow lestat didn't think adam would mind.

the urgent pleas of adam's thoughts have lestat palming over the spread thighs, around to palm the curve of his ass. tugging the man tight against him is his only intention, wanting the firm warmth pressed hard against him, to feel that pattering heart deeper within.

Yours, Adam's mind pleads. It's a dizzying thought, one that takes root immediately after. This sweet man, wounded by the world and circumstances, happily licking the blood out of his mouth. Seeing the monstrous nature at the root of him, the jealousy and violence admist the beautiful lure, and still choosing to take his face in his hands and welcome him in.

lestat catches adam's lower lip between his teeth and bites down. the sharp knifes of his fangs split the skin like the flesh of ripe fruit. cleanly, spilling blood that drips from their joined mouths and onto lestat's clothing. immediately, the flesh of adam's mouth begins to knit itself back together, the vampire blood coating his mouth and tongue repairing the damage. a throaty growl from the blond at the taste of their mixed blood. insistent, he deepens the kiss, hungrily swallowing any of the blood that he can coax from adam's mouth.]

Mine. [ his voice speaks into adam's mind, even as he breaks the from the slide of mouths to kiss down to the sharp plane of his jaw, leaving a crimson trail.]

For as long as you wish. You are mine.

[ spoken aloud now, a low murmur against adam's skin. there's little warning before he's sealing his mouth over the side of adam's neck, sucking and kissing at the supple flesh there. only little grazes of his extended fangs, just enough to tease.]

[ it's only fitting that they're both a mess. lestat is more obviously disheveled, with blood and dark makeup smudged across his skin, but adam isn't that far away. his own makeup, so carefully applied by the strong hands that now move to grasp at his legs, is similarly blotched; his clothing is rumpled, belts askew from where those cruel hands had attempted to find a way beneath them.

but he doesn't care. the only thing that matters is how tight lestat is holding him, as though he wants to push adam into his chest and bury him there forever, locked away next to his undead heart. the unnatural coolness of lestat's skin is always a shock but adam greets it happily, his own body hotter than ever as he presses the entirety of his body up against the other.

there is blood in his mouth and he does not know who it belongs to; he only knows that the taste of it sends ripples of desire through him. strange, that he likes it so much, after being so revolted by it only a few months earlier. maybe it's because he understands it differently now: no longer is it simply a sign of pain, suffering, death, but also vitality, energy, life. violently red against a grey world, a riotous shout of rebellion in a society forced to maintain monotony. ]

Ah-!!

[ he cries out, body tensing, as lestat's fangs pierce his lip. it hurts; it means he's alive. a half-sob, half-moan rises in adam's chest as he chases the warm wetness into lestat's mouth, conscious of the way it drips down his chin. his thumbs slip over it, making both of them even messier; were anyone to see them right now, they would likely assume some sort of serious crime were taking place.

but there is only the wind. the wind, and lestat's words.

You are mine.

adam sobs again, but his mouth is pulled into a wide grin as he tilts his head to the side, exposing the long line of his neck in order to give lestat better access. a breathless laugh lifts from him as the reality of what they are sinks in. not platonic, not romantic, something else entirely; devotion, so deep and reckless it will surely destroy them.

it's all he wants. all he needs. lestat, and nothing else. ]

Lestat,

[ he says, not a question but a statement, happier than he's sounded in a very, very long time. then, again: ]

Lestat --

[ his fingers curl against the back of the blond's skull, encouraging him. pressing those teeth right against his jugular. an offering. and, in his mind:

As much as you want. ]

[ adam's sobs, the reverence in which he says his name, the breathless laughter bubbling up, all make lestat's heart skip and ache. such trust, such fondness all for him. it's dizzying to have this affection after being deprived for so long. the kisses he places against the tendons of adam's neck are tender, returning a fraction of that reverence, that sweetness. treating the body that housed this innocent man with the kindness it deserved.

the offer to drink as much as he wants is naive, he knows this. unbearably sweet too, a permission that makes the animal of his hunger immediately salivate and keen. likely without supplementation he would easily drain twice adam's bodyweight in blood and be satisfyingly full, but thankfully this was not the case currently. a tad shaky from use of his powers yes, lower than he would have liked. absolutely hungry enough physically, definitely hungry enough emotionally. more than anything, the offer is for a sensual indulgence, a surrender of self. this he wants more than anything, the absolute closeness of tasting the man's essence. his emotions, memories carried on the thick taste of him.

one hand presses into the small of adam's back, the other squeezes up to grasp at his chest. a sneaky tactic just before he bites down, pinching adam's nipple through the lace to spike the cold pain with pleasure. he'll toy with the bundle of nerves and flesh for a beat, breath hot and moist, fangs ghosting the skin. then the bite - clean, merciful. not with force enough to bruise, just enough power behind it that his teeth slide in smoothly through layers of skin and flesh, mouth sealing over.

a groan at the first drops of hot blood along his gums, through his teeth. the first suck and pull of is timed with a roll of adam's nipple between finger and thumb, sparking those nerves and sweetening the taste. hopefully sweeter for adam too. lestat wanted this to be enjoyable for him, intimate in a way he may have never experienced with anyone else. perhaps it would be a matter of finding the right adjustments to make. ]

This taste, mine. [ the smooth tone of his voice into adam's head as he feeds. the tip of his tongue finding the edges of a puncture wound and circling it, dipping in so similarly to his teasing at another hole, another night. ]
Beautiful boy. Relax into me, I will take care of you.

[ adam is free with his emotions because he does not know any other way to be. for so long those emotions were cruel and sharp - anger, rage, biter disappointment - but with lestat, it's easy to feel things long left behind. affection. admiration. longing. gratitude. love, in the strangest sense of the word. adam certainly does not think he's in love but the way his heart pounds in his chest as lestat touches him, as that sonorous voice sounds in his head, is certainly the closest thing to it he can get.

and, yes, he isn't thinking clearly about what he's offering. allowing lestat to drink with such blanket permission could easily be a death sentence. but adam trusts him, knows him well enough that he is not afraid of such a consequence. more than that, he wants to give lestat everything he possibly can; what better gift than his own life?

he's not expecting the pressure against his chest, the teasing pinch over the fabric of his shirt, and it makes him cry out in shock, head tilting even further backwards as ripples of pleasure wash over his body. ned had done something similar only, what, an hour ago? but it did not feel nearly as good. lestat's hands are dextrous and graceful, perfectly timed to cover the cold, searing pain that lances through adam's neck as his fangs sink through the skin.

it hurts. it feels good. adam blinks through teary eyes and stares up into the night sky; the stars are bright overhead, brighter than he's ever seen them in the city. as the blood drains from him he becomes lightheaded and giddy, soft laughter and little moans falling freely from his throat. his own song, composed by and for lestat alone.

without conscious effort his hips begin to rock, grinding forward into lestat's body. arousal washes over him, the taste of it heady in his blood as lestat tongues at the wound; it draws a whimper out of the smaller man, his hands clutching at lestat's shoulders now, memories of their time together passing before his eyes like a film reel. ]

Yours,

[ he whispers, eyes sliding shut, giving himself over completely to the tidal wave of sensations washing over him. ]

[ he can taste it all, the implicit trust, the desire, the gratitude. the deep devotion in the core of him, the way adam would eagerly give him anything he asked for in that moment. it's heady, this power that he holds. no need for a thrall.

the pretty moans and laughter is met with a pleased hum of lestat's own as he lessens the suction of his mouth, instead pressing kisses to the sensitive skin. the wound is still open, twin puncture marks delicately treated by feather light kisses. a trail that begins from the bite site to the bob of adam's throat, bloody lip prints on pale skin.]

You give yourself so easily, Adam. [ an observation spoken against his skin, voice husky.] Trust me so easily. Sweet man. What have I done to deserve this devotion?

[ he can feel the hardness pressing against his abdomen where adam grinds, the heat searing through his clothes. his palm shifts from the dip of his lower back, down to grasp at the lush swell of adam's ass, encouraging the grind of hips.]

Should I let these marks remain, so that all know who you belong to? All of the crew, the men who desire you?

[ his breath is hot against moist skin, grasping at the meat of adam's chest now. his own arousal swells with the new blood, the grinding atop his lap certainly aiding this. if they weren't careful, lestat would have adam here in the parking lot, hidden only by the drape of their clothing.]

[ lestat's observation tugs at the shame hiding just beneath the surface of adam's body, his pale skin - made paler still by blood loss - flushing anew with mottled reds and pinks. it should make him feel terrible, shouldn't it? trusting someone like lestat. a man with powers adam cannot understand, who can be kind and cruel within the span of a single breath, who so easily pulls others under his spell.

a terrible choice for a god. but then, when has adam ever made a single good decision? ]

You saved me, [ he breathes, repeating his words from earlier; there's a depth to them now that wasn't there before. because the truth is this: lestat did not simply intervene during an assault. he shone a light on adam's life many weeks before today, the first time they met, the first time they messed around, the first time lestat drank from him. he gave adam a purpose the mortal couldn't find before that - not even after going through his own terrible nightmares.

so, yes, he will happily become a devotee praying at the feet of someone so much greater than himself. prayers that take the shape of whimpers now, teased out by the additional pressure of lestat's hands against his asscheeks, so perfectly shaped by the pants lestat himself picked out.

Should I let these marks remain?

a question that sounds like a song, a hymn. words that draw a fresh sob from adam's chest as desire squeezes his heart so hard it hurts. what would it mean, to be marked like that? in a way that so clearly shows who he belongs to, who owns him, body and soul? ]

Yes --

[ it's a terrible idea. it's an incredible idea. he doesn't care whether or not lestat is serious; in this moment, so overtaken by the raw desire thrumming in his veins, all adam can do is ask for what he wants. ]

Show them, [ he mumbles, breathless, as his head finally tips back down in an attempt to find lestat's lips with his own once again. he can feel the swell of the vampire's cock beneath him and it makes him press down even harder, grinding against him more intently now. whether or not they end up fucking right here isn't exactly something he's worried about at the moment. ]

[ a gasp into the kiss, both hands shifting now to squeeze at adam's ass and use it to rock up into him. the thought of marking adam is thrilling, appealing to the jealous thing always coiled deep in his chest. having people know at a glance the power lestat had over him, he over lestat. more than that; ensuring his protection, that there would be hesitation before laying hands.

the thought makes him growl deep in his chest, vibrating into adam's mouth. insistent now, he licks into the seam of his lips, finding the other tongue to coat with blood. adam's own blood, forcing the smaller man to taste himself inadvertently.

he too, is more alive than he has been in months. no longer seeing ghosts of his past on every stage, every dark corner. the unsettling silhouette of his maker rigid, alone amongst a ever moving crowd. the judging stare of his companion heart, still adorned in the clothes worn on the altar. claudia silent and waiting.

was it the blood, or the companionship? the gentle way that adam touched him, revered him? every time they collided, lestat found himself desperate for the solace that the man brought. clumsy adoration, but painfully sincere. looking into the maw of the monster and willingly placing his arm into the cradle of his jaws. dizzying, how simple trust and kindness had floored him completely.

the surge of affection makes his heart flip. greedily, he paws at the corset, mentally cursing his own outfit choice for adam. it's frustrating enough that he breaks the kiss to curse in french, muttering darkly as he relents and begins to unbuckle one belt at a time.]

Petit enculé! I have given you a chastity belt by accident.

[ a breathless laugh, breaking the frustrated frown creasing his forehead. doggedly he makes his way up the rows of belts, lifting his head after one or two to nuzzle at adam's jaw, press kisses there.]

[ it's obvious that lestat is the jealous type - adam doesn't need any confirmation other than the way he's acted tonight, the growl that reverberates out from his body and into adam's. jealous, protective, possessive. no one's ever treated adam that way, as though he's too precious to let go, too beautiful to allow any other hands to touch him.

up until now he's always considered that kind of relationship to be toxic, the sort that he should avoid. but at the same time, hasn't he craved it? wished to be desired so deeply it results in violence? no one has ever wanted him the way lestat does, toxic or not.

and so adam responds the only way his clumsy, youthful heart knows how; with sincere affection and intense hunger. being wanted makes him feel alive and that, in turn, makes him act in ways that he wouldn't otherwise - like now, what with the way he's shamelessly humping at lestat's groin as though he's a dog in heat.

when their lips part jsut for lestat to start swearing adam laughs again, loud and free, his tongue and lips and teeth coated in his own blood. it tastes ever so slightly different from lestat's, though he cannot describe how. maybe, in time, he'll learn. like learning to recognize the difference between red wines.

for now, though, his attention shifts to the way lestat is trying so diligently to undress him. ]

I thought you did it so other guys couldn't get me naked, [ he says, light and mirthful, acknowledging the blond's jealousy out loud. as each of the belts is undone he gives a little wiggle, grin turning mischievous as he tilts his head to press kisses of his own along the line of lestat's throat. when he reaches the juncture of shoulder and neck he bites down, eager to feel the other's taut skin between his teeth even if he is unable to pierce through it. ]

[ a snort at that, though his echoing grin lingers as he successfully loosens three, four belts now, letting them pool atop his extended calves.]

Non, I am afraid it was purely to admire this fine waist and ass of yours. But I have - ah -! [ he gasps mid sentence at the blunt bite, sincerely surprised by the feeling of adam's teeth on his skin.

an automatic reaction, a belt snapping in his tightened grasp. lips parted, he pants softly, dick twitching under the others weight.]

Adam... [ a low whine, somehow chiding despite the obvious arousal lacing his voice. another snap as he simply tears through another solid leather belt, then another. all whilst still tilting his head to the side to allow adam to clamp his teeth at his neck, a thrill running through him at the feeling. ]

S-So eager to have me inside you, yes? Patience, chéri.

[ the sound of the leather snapping beneath lestat's grip sends a rush of excitement through adam and he groans against the skin held tight between his teeth, dick twitching violently in the confines of his pants. then again, when lestat says his name like that, a whine and a warning all at once.

being like this makes adam feel powerful, and that makes him push for more, his eager hands roaming over lestat now: through his hair, under his shirt, up along the muscles of his arms. he's aware that he's a bit dizzy from the blood lestat has taken but it's much less than usual after a feeding and so he presses on, not giving lestat even a moment to recover. ]

Are you gonna fuck me right here?

[ a rhetorical question. having relinquished that bit of flesh his mouth moves upwards, pressing kisses and biting at the skin of lestat's neck and jaw, before whispering into his ear: ]

People might see, y'know.

[ the hands touching him feel good, feel approving. they send tingles up lestat's spine, pleasant and safe as adam's mouth ventures to his neck, his jaw. it is mock submission for lestat to bare his throat the way he does, but he indulges anyway, allowing the warmth bloom from the kisses, the nips.

a grin steals over his face. he snaps the final belt, the buckle clinking uselessly upon the concrete.]

Oui, I intend to make quite the scene.

[ growing only more impatient the closer he gets, he now takes hold of either side of the corset and pulls. the fabric tears, then the hooks and latches give way with a series of pops. greedily lestat reaches for the skin underneath, still buried in lace. deft fingers find the hem and immediately dive underneath it, wriggling down under the waistband of adam's slacks to touch the bare flesh of his flank.]

This ass is good enough to be on a full page spread of a magazine, don't you think?

[ a large palm grasps adam's ass under his slacks now, a satisfied purr rumbling from the blond at the feeling. too eager to actually unbutton the pants, apparently, just indulging in the hard won feeling whilst still very much hard in his own slacks.]

[ in the back of adam's mind, he thinks about the way lestat allows access to his throat and what it means. it must be more meaningful to a vampire than a human; even if adam's teeth are practically harmless, exposing such a vulnerable spot takes a good deal of trust. and so adam ensures that he gives lestat gift after gift in return for that trust: kisses, bites, touches, sighs. the porcelain column he worships deserves all this and more.

his attention is stolen by the sound and feel of that final belt coming off, but before he can make some witty remark lestat rips the corset right off of his waist and that leaves adam whimpering in shock, fingers digging into lestat's shoulders and scalp at the display of ferocity. the press of cool fingers against his overheated skin make adam shiver and he presses the entire length of his body up against lestat's chest, squirming in his lap. ]

I don't know about th-that --

[ he barely manages a reply before he's whimpering again, pushing back into lestat's palm. a thought occurs and his sounds shift into a worried little whine: ]

I didn't bring any lube --

[ admittedly, the stretch of lestat's throat is very sensitive. each brush of lips, teeth and breath only wind him up further, the heat coiling in his navel deliciously. adam's weak noises and insistent pressing up against him do nothing to discourage him either, hyperaware of the heat radiating from the hardness pressing into his stomach. ]

It would be a sight to behold, mm. Put you in the limelight for all the wrong reasons.

[ his voice is teasing, much like his touch as fingers dip lower, venturing into the cleft of adam's ass as he squeezes again. a pleased sigh at the give, the weight in his palm. even through the cotton of his underwear, he could still feel the heat at the core of the other man. instinctively, he brushes fingertips over his hole, teasing even as he considers their options. ]

Merde, I brought none aussi. Eh bien, perhaps I will use you selfishly, simply rock myself into the curve of your rear until I am satisfied.

[ a devilish grin at the idea, tipping his head over to nuzzle at adam's jaw in return, pressing his smile against warm skin. ]

Would you protest, mon ange? Or shall I take you using only spit and blood as lubricant?

[ the teasing makes adam squirm even more, clearly turned on by the idea but equally as embarrassed by it. it's too easy to picture: his pale flesh on the front of some shitty tabloid, lestat's eyes just visible over his shoulder, piercing straight through the photograph and into the soul of whatever asshole might be reading it.

no press is bad press, right?

the press of lestat's fingers pull adam's mind away from that possibility, reminding him instead of their current predicament. another whine as he feels the slight pressure against his hole, his body instinctively pushing back onto it, wishing those fingers could slip inside without any resistance.

he can feel lestat's smile against his skin and it makes him laugh, soft and breathless; the suggestion of doing it with only what they have is a dangerously enticing one. adam knows he won't be able to take lestat without much prep - he had almost been split in half the first time, and that was after shoving a toy in his ass for a half hour. but he wants it. wants it so badly his common sense is just about to fly out the window.

just as he opens his mouth to say yes, please, however, the sudden sound of police sirens fills the air. far enough away but quickly approaching, flashing lights on the horizon - heading straight for the club. apparently lestat's handiwork had been discovered. ]

[ lestat's breath is hot against adam's skin, even as he joins the other man in quiet laughter. the range of emotions he had experienced in the past hour had taken its toll, leaving him giddy and loose, easily influenced by the other's emotions. it doesn't make his arousal flag in the slightest.

the sound of the siren makes him pause, ears pricking to track the sound. yes - panicked pulses and rushed whispers from inside the club, gathering around one location. sloppy work on his part, to not dispose of the bodies immediately.

lestat growls in frustration, giving adam's ass another tight squeeze. a convenient stress relief. ]

Poutain de merde. We will have to leave our public indecency to another night, cher.

[ another nuzzle to the peach fuzz on adam's jaw, indulging in the downy feeling there. ]

Stay with me tonight?

[ considering everything that's happened this evening, adam feels like he should be more exhausted - but he isn't. he feels just the opposite: light. floating on lestat's laughter, filled with love and affection and desire and the knowledge that lestat feels these things, too.

he groans at the squeeze, those powerful hands always so capable of rendering him speechless, and drops his head to rest against lestat's shoulder. he doesn't really want to move but they will absolutely be caught if they stay here - they're both covered in blood, and some of the men who were in the bathroom with them could easily testify against the pair.

but the frustation is broken by lestat's request and adam finds himself humming happily, a smile on his face. ]

You don't have to ask, [ he murmurs, pulling back now so he can look the blond in the eye. one hand comes up to cup a crimson-coated cheek and he lingers, enjoying this last bit of closeness before they're forced to leave.

he swallows. then, quietly: ]

I really like you, Lestat.

[ before pressing another gentle kiss to the vampire's lips. ]

[ lestat's heart does a happy flip in his chest and he cannot help but smile into the kiss, fondness overtaking him at the blatant affection. shameless, raw displays of lust somehow didn't get this type of reaction from him, but the innocent gesture and words left him momentarily flustered, overcome with jittery emotions.

he lingers into the kiss for a beat longer, relishing the feeling before pulling back. takes in the sight of adam like this; dark hair ruffled, a little blood stained, backlit by the lights of the parking lot in the darkness. that easy smile on his freshly kissed mouth, wide eyes full of affection.

tears suddenly spring to his eyes as his emotions overwhelm him. he ducks his head for a beat, laughing weakly.]

A-Apologies. I'm not upset, I just - you are - I - [ he tries to find the words, fails and tries again.]

I am very fond of you. Come, let us go before I make a further fool of myself.

[ he makes a point of fussing with adam's clothes now, adjusting his trousers and arranging his shirt properly. the corset could be repaired but sadly the belts could not be salvaged.]

[ adam does not have the power to see himself through lestat's eyes, but he does not need it; he can see the emotions playing out across the other man's face, can watch in real time as he looks at adam and sees him - truly sees him. deeper and more intensely than anyone ever has. it makes adam's heart jump in his chest, simultaneously thrilled and terrified to be adored to such a degree.

but as he looks at lestat he sees the same things, reflects the same feelings: those golden locks of hair, made messier from their kissing and adam's fingers running through them; those perfect lips on that slightly-too-wide mouth, covered in blood; those hauntingly beautiful eyes, pools that contain every emotion and magnify each of them a thousandfold.

and then tears, wet scarlet just visible before lestat looks away. lestat's inability to speak takes adam by surprise and for a moment he worries if he said something wrong, if perhaps that was too strong an admission --

I am very fond of you.

-- oh.

adam would laugh again if he weren't so overwhelmed. lestat's usage of old-fashioned language is always charming but especially so now, when he's saying something so simple and yet so immense. the words echo inside adam's mind as he allows lestat to fuss with him, lifting his arms as his shirt is tugged back into place.

almost on cue, the sound of an engine approaches. adam tenses for just a second, assuming it's the police they heard earlier, but when he turns his head to look it's only the limo that brought them here. as it comes to a stop next to them the passenger window opens and reveals christine, her face as impassive as ever.

"Time to go," she says, apparently unbothered by the sight of the bloody, lovestruck fools still sitting on the pavement. ]

BAHAHA like he's beautiful and perfectly acted but he's just...... HE'S NOT LESTAT LMAO T_T

it's OK, dreamstat isn't rly him either :-) (well it's louis' imagined version of him so)

tbh I think I just miss domestic loustat T_T before everything went to hell in a handbasket!

I feel that!!! dreamstat is at least a glimpse into the stat that louis misses ;w; a silly boye

yes!! obsessed with dreamstat also! jacob mentioned in an interview that it's louis' version of him

yeah!!! and it makes you think like. have we seen lestat depicted yet that isnt someones take on him

YESSSS SAME kjdfhgdkfh I can't wait to see the similarities/differences/LESTAT of it all

no subject

not me stealing a line from your cosmos album whoops 👀

you little demon i literally JUST added that quote (i love it too)

😈 okay so MAYBE i keep that tab open for reference just in case... MAYBE

hfjfjf CUTE BLESS YOU SORRY ABOUT ALL THE PORN

LMAO LOOK..... there is absolutely no apology needed 😂 it's very. uh. inspiring 👀

GOOD sometimes I just need active reference ok

I will never not be shocked by how many not-leigh whannells look EXACTLY like leigh whannell

yet I can never find a sam reid lookalike... screaming crying

he's too beautiful, no one can match him 💅

sad but terribly true 😔

thankfully there will continue to be many beautiful images of him (2026 come sooner pls)

plssss i heard a rumor its being released in april..... gimme

omg my birthday month PLEASE

happy birthday its lestat crashing out!!!

the best gift ever!!!

HOWLS at the moon they're cute....

JOINS YOUUUU HGNNGHHGHHHlfhdkhjk;lhj