[ 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.]
not me stealing a line from your cosmos album whoops 👀
[ 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. ]
you little demon i literally JUST added that quote (i love it too)
[ 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.
😈 okay so MAYBE i keep that tab open for reference just in case... MAYBE
[ 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.]
LMAO LOOK..... there is absolutely no apology needed 😂 it's very. uh. inspiring 👀
[ 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.]
I will never not be shocked by how many not-leigh whannells look EXACTLY like leigh whannell
[ 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. ]
yet I can never find a sam reid lookalike... screaming crying
[ 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: ]
[ 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.]
thankfully there will continue to be many beautiful images of him (2026 come sooner pls)
[ 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 --
plssss i heard a rumor its being released in april..... gimme
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ dutifully lestat helps adam up, then gathers himself under christine's watchful eye. he's quiet for once, a thoughtful silence so unlike the coldness upon their initial arrival. a fondness for adam evident in the way he lingers close to the mortal, adjusts his clothes and dusts him off, escorts him into the limousine along with his camera and the remains of the corset.
for her part, christine politely adverts her eyes when lestat leans over to tenderly wipe blood from adam's neck and jaw during the drive. he had not sealed the bite mark as promised, the wound thankfully small enough to only ooze a small amount, easily swept away by a gentle touch. of course lestat sucks the blood off his thumb; the taste of the other man sweetened by his elated mood, the desire dormant. a very discreet fold of the blonde's legs over another hid any mostly dormant arousal of his own.
upon arriving at the street outside the trailer, christine finally sighs and clears her throat. "No more in this city, please?" a glance up from her phone, meeting lestat's eyes impassively before continuing. "Try to keep the body count to a minimum. We don't need more heat and rumours on the socials."
a snort from lestat, though it's unclear whether this is in agreement or not. he climbs out of the vehicle without a proper reply, only turning to wait for adam. unbothered, christine's sharp gaze lands on the photographer next.
"And Adam?" her tone is exasperated, as if scolding a teenager. "Don't encourage him. I've got my hands full already." ]
[ the mood surrounding their departure is truly the exact opposite of the one they'd arrived with. although they don't speak, there's a warm familiarity between adam and lestat now, a closeness that bridges the chasm once formed by lestat's desire to keep them apart.
during the drive adam mostly keeps his eyes on his lap, where he holds his camera carefully; he hadn't taken many photos at all, had he? well, there was always tomorrow night. his thoughts are interrupted when lestat brushes the blood from his neck and his eyes flick up, then back down, face flushing, a shy smile tugging at his lips. his body aches from the events of the night but he's too keyed up to care, still mindful of the fact that they aren't quite done for the night just yet.
when they arrive and exit the limo adam stays quiet, expecting to simply be waved away - but then christine addressed him directly, in a voice not unlike his mother's, and it makes him duck his head in embarrassment. ]
Yes, ma'am, [ he mumbles, feeling very much like a little kid who's just gotten into trouble.
it sits with him, that feeling, as he and lestat make their way to the trailer - but then, out of nowhere, adam starts laughing again. quiet at first, just a small thing, before rising in volume and power, until his shoulders are shaking and he has to lean up against lestat for support. without thinking he reaches for the other's hand, intertwining their fingers, and buries his face in the taller man's shoulder.
life isn't so bad like this, he thinks to himself, right before looking up into lestat's face and whispering, ]
Please tell me you're gonna rip these clothes off of me the second we get to your trailer.
[ curious, how much affection could bloom at such simple things; the sound of adam's laughter, the way his nose crinkled in mirth, the weight of him against lestat's shoulder, those large eyes peering up into his own. the tangle of their joined fingers, interlocked. the words spoken to him earlier in the night come to mind once again. i really like you, lestat. it seemed so easy with him, somehow. was it the same for him?
despite adam's words now, the intense way that lestat looks down at him has nothing to do with their previously unsated desire. wonder openly washing over his face, making the blue of his eyes rich, oceanic. the words tumble from his mouth before he has a chance to think. ]
--Me also. I like you. I like you too, Adam.
[ a beat, a touch of embarrassment ghosting over his expression as he suddenly adverts his eyes. then he stops, tugging the other man to a halt beside him with their joined hands, only to duck down and lift him into the air without another word. an easy display of strength for the vampire, and one that in his mind, successfully distracts from his awkward little blurt of feelings there.
adam doesn't really get a choice in the matter as he's carried the rest of the way to the trailer, lestat's hands cradling his ass and thighs, encouraging him to hook his legs around his hips. he's a little possessive now maybe, kindled only by the fluttering in his chest and the hot press of the body against his. ]
It is a feat of my restraint that I have not taken you already, mon beau. Truly the fit of those trousers, whilst with my teeth indented into your neck?
[ he noses against the stretch of adam's throat, rumbling low his approval. ]
[ adam is so overtaken with the strange joy filling his chest that he doesn't immediately realize how intently lestat is staring at him. in fact, it's not until the blond speaks that adam notices just how different he looks, how his expression has shifted into one of awe-filled wonder.
I like you too, Adam.
oh. oh, his heart is aching suddenly. confusion travels over adam's face before surprise, and then happiness, and then ecstasy; lestat has looked away before the last one, but it's there still, clear in the way adam's fingers tighten between lestat's much longer, more graceful digits.
why had he said that now? why show such vulnerability? it's clearly not an act, not something said with half-sincerity in order to get lestat what he wants. it seems as sincere as such a sweet statement can possibly be. adam is silenced by wonder of his own as lestat lifts him; he instinctively wraps his legs around the other's waist, hooked at the ankles, held close by powerful arms. it's his turn to hide his face now, cheeks burning against the cool skin of lestat's neck.
the rumble that leaves lestat's chest vibrates all the way into adam's sternum, ribs, heart. he mumbles something, too quiet to be heard, before repeating himself shyly: ]
I was gonna let you do it right there, y'know? In that parking lot.
[ he's growing hard again, something that's absolutely impossible to hide with the way he's pressed up against lestat's body. ]
[ adam feels good in lestat's arms like this. an easy weight, warm and solid, shapely under his palms. the words muttered against the crook of his neck has him considering just how good the smaller man fits against him in this hold, exactly. yes, lestat needed to have those ankles hooked around his waist more often.]
Greedy, mm? You did not need to stretch around my cock for us to fuck right there.
[ a wolfish grin, pressed against the side of adam's neck. a teasing swipe of lestat's tongue over the bite mark there. the taste makes heat coil dangerously in his lower belly and eagerly he approaches the trailer.]
I would have happily used this delightful ass of yours to bring myself to completion.
[ a squeeze of said ass. then lestat is shifting adam's weight to a single arm wrapped under his rear and thighs while he opens the trailer door and saunters inside, eager to spread his prize out on the waiting mattress.]
[ adam can feel that grin, right before the brush of lestat's tongue over his still-fresh wound makes him cry out sharply. embarrassed, he tries to hide himself further, burying his face in locks of golden hair. he squirms a little in the other's hold, not worrying at all about falling; lestat is too strong, and adam too light, for that to happen. ]
Can you blame me for being greedy?
[ he says it with a pout in his voice. then, still pouting but much more shy about it: ]
You're the biggest guy I've ever been with.
[ to absolutely no one's surprise, adam is a size queen. ]
[ a sharp inhale at adam's words. it wasn't surprising in the slightest but it stoked lestat's ego, to think of being the largest to stretch the other man out.]
Oh? I had better ensure that you get your fill, then.
[ inside the trailer, lestat makes a beeline for the bed at the back, manoeuvring around the usual clutter. he doesn't waste a beat, placing adam down on the plush mattress gently before crawling atop him, still ensuring his place between the other man's legs. eagerly he seeks out a kiss, melting ever so slightly into the heat of the other man's mouth. he rocks his hardening length into the open hips below him, rumbling in satisfaction. ]
Will I mold your insides to my shape, do you think?
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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.]
not me stealing a line from your cosmos album whoops 👀
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. ]
you little demon i literally JUST added that quote (i love it too)
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.
😈 okay so MAYBE i keep that tab open for reference just in case... MAYBE
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. ]
hfjfjf CUTE BLESS YOU SORRY ABOUT ALL THE PORN
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.]
LMAO LOOK..... there is absolutely no apology needed 😂 it's very. uh. inspiring 👀
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. ]
GOOD sometimes I just need active reference ok
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.]
I will never not be shocked by how many not-leigh whannells look EXACTLY like leigh whannell
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. ]
yet I can never find a sam reid lookalike... screaming crying
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.
he's too beautiful, no one can match him 💅
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.
sad but terribly true 😔
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.]
thankfully there will continue to be many beautiful images of him (2026 come sooner pls)
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 --
plssss i heard a rumor its being released in april..... gimme
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?
omg my birthday month PLEASE
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. ]
happy birthday its lestat crashing out!!!
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?
the best gift ever!!!
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. ]
HOWLS at the moon they're cute....
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.]
JOINS YOUUUU HGNNGHHGHHHlfhdkhjk;lhj
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. ]
;w; our boyssss
for her part, christine politely adverts her eyes when lestat leans over to tenderly wipe blood from adam's neck and jaw during the drive. he had not sealed the bite mark as promised, the wound thankfully small enough to only ooze a small amount, easily swept away by a gentle touch. of course lestat sucks the blood off his thumb; the taste of the other man sweetened by his elated mood, the desire dormant. a very discreet fold of the blonde's legs over another hid any mostly dormant arousal of his own.
upon arriving at the street outside the trailer, christine finally sighs and clears her throat.
"No more in this city, please?" a glance up from her phone, meeting lestat's eyes impassively before continuing. "Try to keep the body count to a minimum. We don't need more heat and rumours on the socials."
a snort from lestat, though it's unclear whether this is in agreement or not. he climbs out of the vehicle without a proper reply, only turning to wait for adam. unbothered, christine's sharp gaze lands on the photographer next.
"And Adam?" her tone is exasperated, as if scolding a teenager. "Don't encourage him. I've got my hands full already." ]
obsessed with them actually T___T <333
during the drive adam mostly keeps his eyes on his lap, where he holds his camera carefully; he hadn't taken many photos at all, had he? well, there was always tomorrow night. his thoughts are interrupted when lestat brushes the blood from his neck and his eyes flick up, then back down, face flushing, a shy smile tugging at his lips. his body aches from the events of the night but he's too keyed up to care, still mindful of the fact that they aren't quite done for the night just yet.
when they arrive and exit the limo adam stays quiet, expecting to simply be waved away - but then christine addressed him directly, in a voice not unlike his mother's, and it makes him duck his head in embarrassment. ]
Yes, ma'am, [ he mumbles, feeling very much like a little kid who's just gotten into trouble.
it sits with him, that feeling, as he and lestat make their way to the trailer - but then, out of nowhere, adam starts laughing again. quiet at first, just a small thing, before rising in volume and power, until his shoulders are shaking and he has to lean up against lestat for support. without thinking he reaches for the other's hand, intertwining their fingers, and buries his face in the taller man's shoulder.
life isn't so bad like this, he thinks to himself, right before looking up into lestat's face and whispering, ]
Please tell me you're gonna rip these clothes off of me the second we get to your trailer.
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despite adam's words now, the intense way that lestat looks down at him has nothing to do with their previously unsated desire. wonder openly washing over his face, making the blue of his eyes rich, oceanic. the words tumble from his mouth before he has a chance to think. ]
--Me also. I like you. I like you too, Adam.
[ a beat, a touch of embarrassment ghosting over his expression as he suddenly adverts his eyes. then he stops, tugging the other man to a halt beside him with their joined hands, only to duck down and lift him into the air without another word. an easy display of strength for the vampire, and one that in his mind, successfully distracts from his awkward little blurt of feelings there.
adam doesn't really get a choice in the matter as he's carried the rest of the way to the trailer, lestat's hands cradling his ass and thighs, encouraging him to hook his legs around his hips. he's a little possessive now maybe, kindled only by the fluttering in his chest and the hot press of the body against his. ]
It is a feat of my restraint that I have not taken you already, mon beau. Truly the fit of those trousers, whilst with my teeth indented into your neck?
[ he noses against the stretch of adam's throat, rumbling low his approval. ]
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I like you too, Adam.
oh. oh, his heart is aching suddenly. confusion travels over adam's face before surprise, and then happiness, and then ecstasy; lestat has looked away before the last one, but it's there still, clear in the way adam's fingers tighten between lestat's much longer, more graceful digits.
why had he said that now? why show such vulnerability? it's clearly not an act, not something said with half-sincerity in order to get lestat what he wants. it seems as sincere as such a sweet statement can possibly be. adam is silenced by wonder of his own as lestat lifts him; he instinctively wraps his legs around the other's waist, hooked at the ankles, held close by powerful arms. it's his turn to hide his face now, cheeks burning against the cool skin of lestat's neck.
the rumble that leaves lestat's chest vibrates all the way into adam's sternum, ribs, heart. he mumbles something, too quiet to be heard, before repeating himself shyly: ]
I was gonna let you do it right there, y'know? In that parking lot.
[ he's growing hard again, something that's absolutely impossible to hide with the way he's pressed up against lestat's body. ]
Remind me to bring lube next time...
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Greedy, mm? You did not need to stretch around my cock for us to fuck right there.
[ a wolfish grin, pressed against the side of adam's neck. a teasing swipe of lestat's tongue over the bite mark there. the taste makes heat coil dangerously in his lower belly and eagerly he approaches the trailer.]
I would have happily used this delightful ass of yours to bring myself to completion.
[ a squeeze of said ass. then lestat is shifting adam's weight to a single arm wrapped under his rear and thighs while he opens the trailer door and saunters inside, eager to spread his prize out on the waiting mattress.]
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Can you blame me for being greedy?
[ he says it with a pout in his voice. then, still pouting but much more shy about it: ]
You're the biggest guy I've ever been with.
[ to absolutely no one's surprise, adam is a size queen. ]
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Oh? I had better ensure that you get your fill, then.
[ inside the trailer, lestat makes a beeline for the bed at the back, manoeuvring around the usual clutter. he doesn't waste a beat, placing adam down on the plush mattress gently before crawling atop him, still ensuring his place between the other man's legs. eagerly he seeks out a kiss, melting ever so slightly into the heat of the other man's mouth. he rocks his hardening length into the open hips below him, rumbling in satisfaction. ]
Will I mold your insides to my shape, do you think?
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lost in the sauce
for real 😭
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nooooo adam dont lick my blood haha twirls hair
i need u to know that reply was fucking POETRY anyway he's some bloodplay 😈💖
PLEASE i am shaking your hand vigorously and writing you into my will for our combined galaxy brains
EHEHEHE <333 something something pressed up against your longing (for whump) lkhjfgkjhgk
heuheueh 🤭🤭
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get licked idiot
LMAOOOOO T_T <3