[ 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?
[ if adam were a more manipulative sort of person, it would be all too easy for him to use lestat's ego against the man. but he's not - so all he does upon hearing that inhale, that clear pleasure at hearing such a thing, is squirm some more.
he lets out a soft sound as he's laid down on the mattress, surprised at how gentle lestat's being. considering how hot and heavy they were just a little while ago, this feels almost unnatural - right up until lestat kisses him, which turns adam's brain to mush. the affection he feels so strongly is still at the forefront of his mind and he reaches to curl his fingers through the blond's hair, keeping his face close.
-- and then lestat presses his dick right into adam's crotch and says that. ]
Fuck-!
[ it comes out as a squeak, adam's face flushing anew at the crass words spoken in such a lovely manner. it's clear that he enjoys the way lestat says it by the eager movement of his own hips as they grind up against the other man. ]
Lestat... [ he's whining now, fingers seeking out the hem of lestat's shirt, tugging at his pants. ]
[ another rumble of laughter, the vampire grinning against adam's mouth. it was one of his favourite aspects of the younger man. the emotions so close to the forefront, his reactive nature and sincere surprise at his own bold responses. it made him just so interesting to play with, to test for different reactions. this open desire, this willing helplessness was quickly becoming a favourite.]
You have been so patient, my love.
[ his voice is soothing, low and crooning despite his own obvious arousal hard against adam's hips. he's reluctant to draw away from the delicious friction found against the body beneath him, but leans his weight to one elbow so he can assist with unbuttoning his pants. this isn't nearly as fast as he'd like and after a moment he sits up, cheeks flushed and lips pursed in frustration. ]
You will need to be patient still in order to take me fully. Can you manage that?
[ he swiftly unbuttons himself, shimmies his trousers down his hips. his hard dick springs free, bobbing in the air as he swears under his breath softly, having to hop back off the mattress to kick his shoes off and step out of his pants altogether. the shirt follows suit, tossed carelessly to the floor.
bare now, he looks down on adam hungrily for a beat, considering. oh yeah, lube. he'll begin to rummage around the chaos on the floor to find a spare bottle. ]
Strip, before I tear those off you.
[ a small bottle of lube is tossed onto the mattress beside adam. restraint obvious in his posture, lestat watches, waiting for adam to undress before him.]
lestat may not notice it in the flurry of other emotions, but those words steal adam's breath for a second, force his mind to go quiet and hone in on them and them alone. my love. it probably doesn't mean much more than any of the other pet names lestat uses - but adam's brain gets stuck on it, like a CD skipping on the bridge of a song, over and over again.
my love.
lestat is attempting to unbutton his pants; his expression is mesmerizing, clearly bothered by how long it's taking him. it isn't until he sits up and speaks again that adam manages to come back to the present, attention stolen now by the sight of the other's cock.
he whimpers but nods anyway, knowing that he himself was the one who put them in this position. maybe he'll loosen up a little if they do it more often? or maybe he should try to play with himself a bit now and then, maybe even keep a plug in while he's working so that lestat can take him right after a show...
ah, his thoughts are a mess, as scattered as the clothing on the floor of the trailer. too many things to think about, too many things he wants after a lifetime of trying not to want so much.
Strip lestat tells him and he thanks whatever god is out there watching them because that singular command is enough to focus his attention back onto the present. a grin tugs at his lips as he takes in the way lestat is standing there, watching him, and adam decides that now is the perfect time to be a little shit.
slowly - despite the desperation thrumming just beneath his own skin - he reaches down to tug the fabric of the lace shirt up and over his head, making sure there's plenty of time for lestat to stare at his skin, his nipples, the lean muscles in his chest and shoulders. instead of tossing the fabric aside he sets it down gently on the edge of the bed, then rises to his knees and unbuttons, then unzips, the trousers lestat had given him. he keeps his gaze on the other's face as he does so, his own expression a mix between eager arousal and mischievous teasing.
like before, he takes his time, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the pants - along with his underwear - and shimmying them down, down... pausing just before his own dick springs free in order to speak: ]
You're not gonna destroy my new favourite outfit, are you?
[ his eyes glitter, filled with perverse affection. it's not a lie. ]
[ if adam wished to tease lestat, he didn't account for just how enraptured the vampire would be with watching his performance. hungry with desire as he was, any shredding of garments could not possibly compare to the slow unfurling of that creamy skin beneath the lace, the devious expression adam wore as he unwrapped himself. the flex of bone and muscle, the stretch of his abdomen flexing, the soft pink of his nipples. a few stray freckles atop his shoulders, the scar tissue gnarled into fascinating patterns below.
lestat is frozen there, mesmerised by this view, taking in each detail. even his deliberate pause to place his garments carefully aside has the blond tilting his head, admiring the lean cord of muscle in adam's arms, his nose arched in profile. time seems to slow as adam toys with his waistband, drawing attention to the slight dusting of dark hair trailing downwards from his belly. down to reveal more of his hips, paler skin than above. lestat is held in that exquisite tension along with the lowering of the waistband, fully caught in the spell.
adam's question has his eyes snapping back to the other's gaze, slightly startled. immediately he swallow thickly, then scowls at the younger man. ]
Merde. You little devil.
[ affectionate in return, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. reaching down, he grasps his own cock in hand and strokes it in long slow pulls.]
Somehow, I will restrain myself, for now. Especially when you are showing yourself off so prettily for me, cher.
[ it's not until lestat speaks that adam realizes just what the emotion on his face is. that same look that adam often levels upon the blond, awestruck and filled with wonder at the beautiful creature before him, in disbelief that something so divine could possibly exist. it makes a hint of self-consciousness flash through adam but he doesn't stop, encouraged as he is by lestat's words, by the way his expression shifts to something more carefully constructed.
what a power it is, being able to peel back that mask, if only for a moment. to see the true lestat just beneath: the moon, hidden ever so slightly behind billowing clouds, too powerful to gaze upon directly - and yet adam feels compelled to, even if it will destroy him. feels the pull of that moon the same way the tides must, feels as though he should bare himself before it in order to more fully appreciate its light.
poetic thoughts that are washed away as he watches lestat take himself in hand, as he hears the permission being given. confidence surges through adam and his grin widens further, his own face now bright with excitement.
he doesn't speak; instead, he continues in his movements, slipping both his trousers and underwear down and off. he has to lay back against the sheets in order to discard them fully; like before, he sets them to the side carefully, before drawing each leg up in turn so he can remove his shoes. these he allows to drop to the floor at the end of the bed before settling back once again, now completely nude. his eyes flicker momentarily to the bottle lestat's provided and he smoothly uncaps it, coating his fingers liberally in the thick liquid, before spreading his legs.
he looks back up at lestat now, a flush high on his cheekbones, grin softening into something warmer. his hand slips down the length of his chest, abdomen, waist, past his own hardness and down to his hole; he lets out a soft, stuttering cry as he touches himself there at last, the lubricant cold against his burning skin.
from lestat's position, it's easy to see everything - every angle, every secret spot, all of them out on display for the vampire to enjoy to his wicked heart's content. ]
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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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he lets out a soft sound as he's laid down on the mattress, surprised at how gentle lestat's being. considering how hot and heavy they were just a little while ago, this feels almost unnatural - right up until lestat kisses him, which turns adam's brain to mush. the affection he feels so strongly is still at the forefront of his mind and he reaches to curl his fingers through the blond's hair, keeping his face close.
-- and then lestat presses his dick right into adam's crotch and says that. ]
Fuck-!
[ it comes out as a squeak, adam's face flushing anew at the crass words spoken in such a lovely manner. it's clear that he enjoys the way lestat says it by the eager movement of his own hips as they grind up against the other man. ]
Lestat... [ he's whining now, fingers seeking out the hem of lestat's shirt, tugging at his pants. ]
Don't wanna wait any more --
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You have been so patient, my love.
[ his voice is soothing, low and crooning despite his own obvious arousal hard against adam's hips. he's reluctant to draw away from the delicious friction found against the body beneath him, but leans his weight to one elbow so he can assist with unbuttoning his pants. this isn't nearly as fast as he'd like and after a moment he sits up, cheeks flushed and lips pursed in frustration. ]
You will need to be patient still in order to take me fully. Can you manage that?
[ he swiftly unbuttons himself, shimmies his trousers down his hips. his hard dick springs free, bobbing in the air as he swears under his breath softly, having to hop back off the mattress to kick his shoes off and step out of his pants altogether. the shirt follows suit, tossed carelessly to the floor.
bare now, he looks down on adam hungrily for a beat, considering. oh yeah, lube. he'll begin to rummage around the chaos on the floor to find a spare bottle. ]
Strip, before I tear those off you.
[ a small bottle of lube is tossed onto the mattress beside adam. restraint obvious in his posture, lestat watches, waiting for adam to undress before him.]
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lestat may not notice it in the flurry of other emotions, but those words steal adam's breath for a second, force his mind to go quiet and hone in on them and them alone. my love. it probably doesn't mean much more than any of the other pet names lestat uses - but adam's brain gets stuck on it, like a CD skipping on the bridge of a song, over and over again.
my love.
lestat is attempting to unbutton his pants; his expression is mesmerizing, clearly bothered by how long it's taking him. it isn't until he sits up and speaks again that adam manages to come back to the present, attention stolen now by the sight of the other's cock.
he whimpers but nods anyway, knowing that he himself was the one who put them in this position. maybe he'll loosen up a little if they do it more often? or maybe he should try to play with himself a bit now and then, maybe even keep a plug in while he's working so that lestat can take him right after a show...
ah, his thoughts are a mess, as scattered as the clothing on the floor of the trailer. too many things to think about, too many things he wants after a lifetime of trying not to want so much.
Strip lestat tells him and he thanks whatever god is out there watching them because that singular command is enough to focus his attention back onto the present. a grin tugs at his lips as he takes in the way lestat is standing there, watching him, and adam decides that now is the perfect time to be a little shit.
slowly - despite the desperation thrumming just beneath his own skin - he reaches down to tug the fabric of the lace shirt up and over his head, making sure there's plenty of time for lestat to stare at his skin, his nipples, the lean muscles in his chest and shoulders. instead of tossing the fabric aside he sets it down gently on the edge of the bed, then rises to his knees and unbuttons, then unzips, the trousers lestat had given him. he keeps his gaze on the other's face as he does so, his own expression a mix between eager arousal and mischievous teasing.
like before, he takes his time, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the pants - along with his underwear - and shimmying them down, down... pausing just before his own dick springs free in order to speak: ]
You're not gonna destroy my new favourite outfit, are you?
[ his eyes glitter, filled with perverse affection. it's not a lie. ]
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lestat is frozen there, mesmerised by this view, taking in each detail. even his deliberate pause to place his garments carefully aside has the blond tilting his head, admiring the lean cord of muscle in adam's arms, his nose arched in profile. time seems to slow as adam toys with his waistband, drawing attention to the slight dusting of dark hair trailing downwards from his belly. down to reveal more of his hips, paler skin than above. lestat is held in that exquisite tension along with the lowering of the waistband, fully caught in the spell.
adam's question has his eyes snapping back to the other's gaze, slightly startled. immediately he swallow thickly, then scowls at the younger man. ]
Merde. You little devil.
[ affectionate in return, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. reaching down, he grasps his own cock in hand and strokes it in long slow pulls.]
Somehow, I will restrain myself, for now. Especially when you are showing yourself off so prettily for me, cher.
[ he nods towards adam, brows rising.]
Please, continue.
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what a power it is, being able to peel back that mask, if only for a moment. to see the true lestat just beneath: the moon, hidden ever so slightly behind billowing clouds, too powerful to gaze upon directly - and yet adam feels compelled to, even if it will destroy him. feels the pull of that moon the same way the tides must, feels as though he should bare himself before it in order to more fully appreciate its light.
poetic thoughts that are washed away as he watches lestat take himself in hand, as he hears the permission being given. confidence surges through adam and his grin widens further, his own face now bright with excitement.
he doesn't speak; instead, he continues in his movements, slipping both his trousers and underwear down and off. he has to lay back against the sheets in order to discard them fully; like before, he sets them to the side carefully, before drawing each leg up in turn so he can remove his shoes. these he allows to drop to the floor at the end of the bed before settling back once again, now completely nude. his eyes flicker momentarily to the bottle lestat's provided and he smoothly uncaps it, coating his fingers liberally in the thick liquid, before spreading his legs.
he looks back up at lestat now, a flush high on his cheekbones, grin softening into something warmer. his hand slips down the length of his chest, abdomen, waist, past his own hardness and down to his hole; he lets out a soft, stuttering cry as he touches himself there at last, the lubricant cold against his burning skin.
from lestat's position, it's easy to see everything - every angle, every secret spot, all of them out on display for the vampire to enjoy to his wicked heart's content. ]
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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