[ 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. ]
[ confidence suits adam. he blooms beneath lestat's gaze, excitement bubbling under the skin, leaving his skin ever so slightly flushed. it's endlessly charming to see the young man light up like this, his grin always with just a hint of shyness when meeting his gaze.
it makes the parting of his lips that more seductive upon touching himself. an indication of the overpowering sensation, or perhaps a further need to show himself off. lestat's grip around himself tightens upon watching those slender fingers tease the puckered muscle, unable to look away.
his mouth is dry, gaze heavy. eager to watch every minute detail of this, to witness adam prepare himself before him.]
[ can lestat tell that this confidence is new? does he know, somehow, that it's because of him? his attention, his affection, his words. the sight of him biting into ned's neck flashes across the forefront of adam's mind just as he presses a finger inside and he whimpers sharply, toes curling against the sheets.
why does he like it? that awful image. why does it make him look up at lestat with an even deeper hunger? ]
Want you,
[ he murmurs, desire overpowering him again as he fucks himself open, fingers moving too quickly. he presses another inside and whines as his hole burns with the stretch; he stares at lestat, the lestat that's here in front of him and the lestat in that bathroom, mouth covered in blood, rage in his eyes.
protecting him. killing for him.
the squelching sound of the lubricant fills the trailer as adam prepares himself, joined by soft little moans that grow in intensity as his movements quicken. ]
[ adam's words burn under his skin, stoking the lust already simmering away. the sight was magnificent; each motion of fingertips played out over such an expressive face, fucking himself open for lestat to witness. for him and him alone, each pretty moan and discomfort at the hurried stretch.
without thinking, lestat has taken a step forward, half kneeling atop the mattress now. he grabs one thigh, then the other, pushing them back to further expose the young man's rear, holding him open.
looking down on adam, his eyes are dark and half lidded with desire, locked on the fingers working in and out of that slick hole. the sounds are maddening, making his cock jerk between his legs involuntarily.
slowly, then all at once, he doubles over to lick a stripe up the seam of adam's ballsack, up the root of his cock to the very tip. there, where it was pressed at the folded curve of his belly, he laps at the tip of the cock, rumbling happily at the taste.
[ the way lestat spreads him open is sudden and surprising; it sends a new rush of arousal through adam's blood, heightened by the fact that he's now even more clearly on display for the larger man. his fingers falter for just a second before continuing, scissoring inside himself as he wills his body to hurry up and relax.
how can he, though? how can he possibly relax when lestat is looking at him like that, when he's so obviously eager to push himself inside and take adam for himself? ]
Lest--ah-!!
[ a shout cuts adam off as he feels the rough texture of lestat's tongue against his sensitive skin and his toes curl again, held aloft like some whore, legs spread wide. his hips jerk as he feels lestat continue to lick at his skin, feels the vibration of that lion-like rumble fill the air between them.
he swallows. words bubble up in his chest that he cannot stop: ]
Your m-mouth --
[ he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, then presses his thumb against lestat's lips. the embarrassment on his face and in his voice is obvious as he continues: ]
[ so reactive, his adam. the little jerk of his hips only pushes lestat's mouth firmer against the line of his cock, earning an amused sound from the blonde.
the stammered words has him pausing, eyes lifting up to watch the embarrassment plain on adam's face. the thumb pressing at his lips is enveloped easily, a wet tongue seeking out the pad of the offered finger to press at, tasting the salt there. a moment of gentle suction, then a strangled sound in reaction to adam's breathy request.
the digit falls from his lips as he jerks his head back, staring down adam and taking in each hint of flushed arousal. no wicked grin this time in response, just a ravenous gaze boring holes into the other man.
lestat shifts very slightly, then lowers his head back to the warmth of the body below him. gaze unbreaking, wanting to devour every micro expression as his lips press to the untouched skin behind the soft sac of adam's balls, nose brushing there. each dip of his head is weighted, slow and reverent. from the tense grip he has on adam's legs, it's clear this is barely held restraint on his part, that urgent desire somehow bridled for now.
finally, the chemical slick of lubricant graces his lips, burning from the heat of the moral's core. the very slight lift of his head to meet adam's eyes once more, then lestat ducks his head back down to kiss at his rim, uncaring of the mess the lube made on his cheeks. the first swipe of his tongue has him groaning appreciatively at the flex of muscle underneath him. then, unable to curb his restraint for much longer, another open mouthed kiss, the firm press of his tongue rewarded with entry into the slick hole. the chemical taste of lube is everywhere, but so are pheremones and the sweet salty taste of adam's sweat, his skin. the blood is mouthwateringly close underneath the thin tissue, something that has the vampire's saliva pooling in his mouth, all licked lovingly into the tight pucker.
lestat will happily get lost there, lapping deep strokes into the offered hole. likely adam will need to tug his hair to get his attention, as his eyes are now closed and he's enjoying himself greatly.]
[ the feeling of lestat's mouth around his thumb makes adam whimper, but that sound quickly transforms into a weak cry as lestat stares down at him with those beautiful, terrifying eyes of his. he gazes upon adam much like a hungry animal would, an apex predator who's stumbled upon the perfect morsel. he doesn't smile and it's frightening, it's incredible, it leaves adam breathless and squirming and entirely at a loss.
there's nothing he can do but hold lestat's gaze, his heart pounding, as the other lowers his head, as his mouth and nose press up against the oversensitive skin hidden between adam's legs, exposed now for lestat and lestat alone. adam feels the way those claws barely manage to keep from breaking through the skin of his thighs and that earns another whimper, his face flushed the deepest shade of red it's ever reached.
and then, and then -- ]
Lestat-!!
[ he can't look any longer. adam's head whips back, pressing deep into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut, as he feels that tongue begin to play with his hole. the kisses, the barely-there swipes, and then at last the press of the muscle into adam's most intimate area. the feeling is overpowering and adam gets lost in it, too far gone to fight against the tide of arousal surging through him.
he has never asked for this before, not from any partner he's ever been with. he's imagined it, hoped for it, but in the end his shame always won out; why would anyone do something so depraved, so disgusting? yet here lestat is, licking at him eagerly, as though he's the most delicious thing in the world. after a moment adam forces his eyes to flutter open and he looks down, a deep groan rising in his chest at the sight that greets him.
lestat looks gorgeous like this. he is always gorgeous, of course, but there's something strangely peaceful about his expression, as though he's indulging in an activity he loves above all else. then again, maybe adam is imagining it; it's difficult to tell what's real, with the way his nerves are singing like the plucked strings of some ornate instrument. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Lestat, oh my god --
[ he's breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly as he feels his body give way. lestat's tongue cannot reach all the way inside yet it feels as though that's exactly what's happening, as though adam's body is being explored more thoroughly than ever before.
he reaches down, not to get lestat's attention but simply to card his fingers through that golden hair, a disbelieving grin touching his lips as he watches the vampire work. ]
[ fingers comb through lestat's hair, gentle reassurance despite the lewd gasps and curses heard above him. lestat's senses are full of adam - the taste of him, the feel of that ring of muscle trembling under his tongue. eagerly, he spreads adam wider to spear his tongue in and out of the man's hole. one hand tugging his cheeks wider to fit, the other palming over the velvet of adam's sac, his abandoned cock, a loose grip.
a gasp as he lifts his head, meeting adam's gaze. a mirroring smile curves at his mouth, even as his grip on adam's ass shifts to press a thumb into the rim of his hole. ]
You sound so pretty gasping my name, chérie.
[ small, shallow dips of the digit into the rim of him. his eyes flick from adam's face back down to watch. ]
Do you like this? Perhaps I should record you, to sample for my next album.
[ a pause. he leans back to spread adam wide, then spits directly onto the slick hole, watching the glob of saliva slip inside. three fingers press against the entrance, a warning before pushing inside roughly. lestat groans at the feeling of the tight hot warmth clenching around him, rocking his own erection into the sheets below. ]
[ the warm, wet pressure of the tongue dipping in and out of him makes adam writhe against the blankets, his body feeling as though it's been set alight. the way lestat looks and sounds as he does it only heightens the feeling, and by the time their eyes meet adam is can barely string two thoughts together.
the suggestion that lestat might commit these sounds to a recording, that the entire world could potentially hear the way adam moans his name, is equal parts shocking, shameful, and arousing. it's not impossible to believe that lestat would do it - his music is already filled with his own lewd sounds, his lyrics heavy with double entendres.
but adam doesn't get a chance to respond, because lestat's suddenly three fingers deep and adam's hole is just barely ready for it; it stretches him so fast that it burns and a cry wrings itself from him, his hands reaching to clutch at lestat as his body arches off the bed.
he doesn't want to wait. he doesn't care if it will hurt. ]
Please --
[ he stares down at lestat with big, dark eyes, expression needy and open-mouthed. ]
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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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it makes the parting of his lips that more seductive upon touching himself. an indication of the overpowering sensation, or perhaps a further need to show himself off. lestat's grip around himself tightens upon watching those slender fingers tease the puckered muscle, unable to look away.
his mouth is dry, gaze heavy. eager to watch every minute detail of this, to witness adam prepare himself before him.]
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why does he like it? that awful image. why does it make him look up at lestat with an even deeper hunger? ]
Want you,
[ he murmurs, desire overpowering him again as he fucks himself open, fingers moving too quickly. he presses another inside and whines as his hole burns with the stretch; he stares at lestat, the lestat that's here in front of him and the lestat in that bathroom, mouth covered in blood, rage in his eyes.
protecting him. killing for him.
the squelching sound of the lubricant fills the trailer as adam prepares himself, joined by soft little moans that grow in intensity as his movements quicken. ]
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without thinking, lestat has taken a step forward, half kneeling atop the mattress now. he grabs one thigh, then the other, pushing them back to further expose the young man's rear, holding him open.
looking down on adam, his eyes are dark and half lidded with desire, locked on the fingers working in and out of that slick hole. the sounds are maddening, making his cock jerk between his legs involuntarily.
slowly, then all at once, he doubles over to lick a stripe up the seam of adam's ballsack, up the root of his cock to the very tip. there, where it was pressed at the folded curve of his belly, he laps at the tip of the cock, rumbling happily at the taste.
adam did say that he wanted him, after all. ]
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[ the way lestat spreads him open is sudden and surprising; it sends a new rush of arousal through adam's blood, heightened by the fact that he's now even more clearly on display for the larger man. his fingers falter for just a second before continuing, scissoring inside himself as he wills his body to hurry up and relax.
how can he, though? how can he possibly relax when lestat is looking at him like that, when he's so obviously eager to push himself inside and take adam for himself? ]
Lest--ah-!!
[ a shout cuts adam off as he feels the rough texture of lestat's tongue against his sensitive skin and his toes curl again, held aloft like some whore, legs spread wide. his hips jerk as he feels lestat continue to lick at his skin, feels the vibration of that lion-like rumble fill the air between them.
he swallows. words bubble up in his chest that he cannot stop: ]
Your m-mouth --
[ he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, then presses his thumb against lestat's lips. the embarrassment on his face and in his voice is obvious as he continues: ]
W-want your mouth -- on my hole --
lost in the sauce
the stammered words has him pausing, eyes lifting up to watch the embarrassment plain on adam's face. the thumb pressing at his lips is enveloped easily, a wet tongue seeking out the pad of the offered finger to press at, tasting the salt there. a moment of gentle suction, then a strangled sound in reaction to adam's breathy request.
the digit falls from his lips as he jerks his head back, staring down adam and taking in each hint of flushed arousal. no wicked grin this time in response, just a ravenous gaze boring holes into the other man.
lestat shifts very slightly, then lowers his head back to the warmth of the body below him. gaze unbreaking, wanting to devour every micro expression as his lips press to the untouched skin behind the soft sac of adam's balls, nose brushing there. each dip of his head is weighted, slow and reverent. from the tense grip he has on adam's legs, it's clear this is barely held restraint on his part, that urgent desire somehow bridled for now.
finally, the chemical slick of lubricant graces his lips, burning from the heat of the moral's core. the very slight lift of his head to meet adam's eyes once more, then lestat ducks his head back down to kiss at his rim, uncaring of the mess the lube made on his cheeks. the first swipe of his tongue has him groaning appreciatively at the flex of muscle underneath him. then, unable to curb his restraint for much longer, another open mouthed kiss, the firm press of his tongue rewarded with entry into the slick hole. the chemical taste of lube is everywhere, but so are pheremones and the sweet salty taste of adam's sweat, his skin. the blood is mouthwateringly close underneath the thin tissue, something that has the vampire's saliva pooling in his mouth, all licked lovingly into the tight pucker.
lestat will happily get lost there, lapping deep strokes into the offered hole. likely adam will need to tug his hair to get his attention, as his eyes are now closed and he's enjoying himself greatly.]
for real 😭
there's nothing he can do but hold lestat's gaze, his heart pounding, as the other lowers his head, as his mouth and nose press up against the oversensitive skin hidden between adam's legs, exposed now for lestat and lestat alone. adam feels the way those claws barely manage to keep from breaking through the skin of his thighs and that earns another whimper, his face flushed the deepest shade of red it's ever reached.
and then, and then -- ]
Lestat-!!
[ he can't look any longer. adam's head whips back, pressing deep into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut, as he feels that tongue begin to play with his hole. the kisses, the barely-there swipes, and then at last the press of the muscle into adam's most intimate area. the feeling is overpowering and adam gets lost in it, too far gone to fight against the tide of arousal surging through him.
he has never asked for this before, not from any partner he's ever been with. he's imagined it, hoped for it, but in the end his shame always won out; why would anyone do something so depraved, so disgusting? yet here lestat is, licking at him eagerly, as though he's the most delicious thing in the world. after a moment adam forces his eyes to flutter open and he looks down, a deep groan rising in his chest at the sight that greets him.
lestat looks gorgeous like this. he is always gorgeous, of course, but there's something strangely peaceful about his expression, as though he's indulging in an activity he loves above all else. then again, maybe adam is imagining it; it's difficult to tell what's real, with the way his nerves are singing like the plucked strings of some ornate instrument. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Lestat, oh my god --
[ he's breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly as he feels his body give way. lestat's tongue cannot reach all the way inside yet it feels as though that's exactly what's happening, as though adam's body is being explored more thoroughly than ever before.
he reaches down, not to get lestat's attention but simply to card his fingers through that golden hair, a disbelieving grin touching his lips as he watches the vampire work. ]
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a gasp as he lifts his head, meeting adam's gaze. a mirroring smile curves at his mouth, even as his grip on adam's ass shifts to press a thumb into the rim of his hole. ]
You sound so pretty gasping my name, chérie.
[ small, shallow dips of the digit into the rim of him. his eyes flick from adam's face back down to watch. ]
Do you like this? Perhaps I should record you, to sample for my next album.
[ a pause. he leans back to spread adam wide, then spits directly onto the slick hole, watching the glob of saliva slip inside. three fingers press against the entrance, a warning before pushing inside roughly. lestat groans at the feeling of the tight hot warmth clenching around him, rocking his own erection into the sheets below. ]
Fuck - I need to take you, now.
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the suggestion that lestat might commit these sounds to a recording, that the entire world could potentially hear the way adam moans his name, is equal parts shocking, shameful, and arousing. it's not impossible to believe that lestat would do it - his music is already filled with his own lewd sounds, his lyrics heavy with double entendres.
but adam doesn't get a chance to respond, because lestat's suddenly three fingers deep and adam's hole is just barely ready for it; it stretches him so fast that it burns and a cry wrings itself from him, his hands reaching to clutch at lestat as his body arches off the bed.
he doesn't want to wait. he doesn't care if it will hurt. ]
Please --
[ he stares down at lestat with big, dark eyes, expression needy and open-mouthed. ]
Need you in me, Lestat, please --
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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