[ 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. ]
[ adam's voice drips with need and lestat could not possibly summon the willpower to resist. he's barely thinking of the human's limitations now, not with the pleas and the delicious arch of his back, the impossibly tight grip around the penetrating fingers. all that swam in his mind was getting into that squeezing heat, to feel adam spasm around him and cling to him like a lifeline.
the trio of digits tug free just as swiftly as they entered, leaving the bullied hole clutching around nothing for mere moments. a pop of a cap is the only warning before cold lubricant meets the exposed flesh, a generous dribble. then the thick weight of lestat's cock pressed against the skin, sliding down to meet the resistance of the puckered entrance with the thick blunt head of him. even just the tiniest inch of that heat around his tip has lestat's mouth falling open, fangs glistening.]
Try to relax cher, I will be as slow as I - [ almost involuntarily he has already begin to push in, bracing himself up against the mattress, body tense.] - f-fuck, hah!
[ to his credit, he is being as slow as he can manage. a glance down rewards him with a glimpse of the flared head of his cock vanishing inside adam's body and he groans, hair falling around his face as he bows his head. just as carefully as entering, he draws his hips back to edge out the head of his cock once more, just to press in a little faster this time, shallow dips into adam's body that gradually plunge deeper with each press back inside.]
[ once adam's this far gone, it's nigh impossible for him to resist whatever irrational urges cross his mind - and it seems lestat is much the same. the fingers aren't nearly enough; now that adam knows what the other man feels like when he's buried deep inside, his body can't help but crave it. ]
Fuck --
[ a sharp whine as the cold liquid dribbles over his hole, then a whimper as the head of lestat's cock comes to rest against it, pushing some of the lube inside. adam might not be stretched out enough but he presses his hips down anyway, eager to be penetrated at last.
his eyes flick upwards when lestat speaks and he can't help but stare, his gaze fixated on the way the vampire's fangs have extended, slick with saliva. try to relax lestat tells him and he does, he really tries, but there's only so much he can do when the thick head of him pushes inside. ]
Lestat-!
[ desperation, greed, masking whatever pain might accompany the stretch. he's breathing even more heavily now, body taut as lestat somehow manages to restrain himself from sliding in completely. adam's sweet little whimpers start back up again as lestat moves and he has to close his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hole steadily being worked open. ]
Good, [ he pants, one hand reaching up to cover his face, to tug at his own hair, as he tries to keep from begging for more. ] Feels good, fuck --
[ after the third shallow dip of his cock head past the tight ring of adam's hole, lestat is beginning to tremble with restraint. it's necessary though, he knows this, knows the thickest point of his dick will be midway and may tear the fragile flesh if he's not careful. this was an indulgence, but kinder indulgence than purely slamming home and leaving adam to cope with the consequences.
the little whines coming from below have him prying open his eyes to watch adam paw at his hair, hiding his face. a blend of affection and potent arousal washes through lestat. he presses himself back into the rim again, holding his breath to suppress any violent urges whilst studying the other's expression for each minute reaction, enraptured. the flared edges of his cock head slip through, sinking deeper and his breath leaves him in a rush as the resistance squeezes around him.]
Good, good - you're taking me so well - [ another inch sliding home, forearms quivering. he's not going to be pulling back out now, not when adam's body is enveloping him in that molten heat.] - breathe Adam, I'm gonna - [ a twitch of his hips and his control falters, sinking his full length into the base.
blood drips down onto adam's abdomen, stark red droplets splattering across his ribcage, the dip in his sternum. lestat has bitten clean through his bottom lip, the blood running in rivulets down his chin. his eyes squeezed shut, he pants one deep breath, then another and looks down at the other man with wide blue eyes.]
Fuck, Adam, I - [ a tremor through his body as he obviously struggles to remain still, fighting the urge to begin rutting into the heat of the body below him.
shaky, he lowers his upper body carefully to envelop the younger man. he seemingly ignores the mending hole in his lip and instead begins to press worried, apologetic kisses to adam's jaw and throat, leaving bloody smears across the stark pale of his skin.]
[ it's clear that they're both struggling at this point - lestat to restrain himself, adam to take what he's given. the fact that the blond is trying so hard to keep from hurting him is sweet, sweet in a way adam cannot fully comprehend in this moment because he is too overwhelmed. as lestat sinks an inch deeper once more he lets out a torn cry, wanting more, wishing his body could just hurry up and relax.
lestat's voice, filled with praise, washes over him and it makes him whimper, biting his lip as the affection in those words surges through him. adam's fairly certain that he'll never get over how different lestat is than he expected, especially when they're doing this: he's so careful, so aware of his partner's needs - but then, is he like that with everyone? the groupies he used to fuck, did he treat them this kindly?
emotions he can't handle rush up into adam's chest, overtaking him, and at that same moment lestat suddenly sinks deeper and deeper all at once until he's buried in the tight heat of adam's body and it's so much, too much, but it's good it feels so good -- ]
Lestat -- !!
[ a wail. sharp, keening, desperate. adam's eyes fly open only to see thick red blood dripping down onto his skin and he stares, disbelieving, at lestat's face, at the way he has mauled himself in his efforts to keep from hurting the mortal beneath him. the blue of his eyes is as wide as the sky and ten times more brilliant.
the scent of his blood settles into the air as he lowers himself to press their bodies together, filling adam's nose with the sharp coppery essence as he begins to press kisses along the column of adam's throat.
Do you hurt?
it hurts. it hurts, but he doesn't care. adam can feel the way his body spasms around the thick length inside of him, trying so hard to accommodate the intrusion; he can feel the way it seems to suck lestat deeper with every minute shift of their bodies, unwilling to let go despite the discomfort. he smells the blood again and remembers how lestat looked back in that bathroom, how he'd hurt those terrible men, how the blood had dripped from his chin as he kissed adam on the cold concrete. ]
Lestat --
[ the name tumbles from his lips, strangled by emotion. his hands grasp at the other's face, pulling him back so that adam can look at him: he is bloody once more, coated in his own undeath, and he is beautiful.
adam tugs his face close and kisses him, his tongue sliding out eagerly to lick at the blood, to brush over the half-healed wound. he moans at the taste and his entire body shudders, gripping lestat even tighter; his legs lift to wrap around the other's waist, keeping him there, not willing to let go. ]
[ lestat can't help the reach of his mind in worry, any more than he could help the buck of his body into the smaller man - plunging deeper than usual into the surface of adam's mind to seek reassurance. a puzzling series of images in return; the neon lights of the club bathroom, his own beastial visage drawing close, marking adam in a gory kiss. but also, the struggle between pain and pleasure, the animal panic of the sudden stretch. lestat's brow furrows in concern even as adam looks at him with those huge shining eyes, gorgeous and so vulnerable.
he wants to reach down and take the abandoned cock between them in hand, give adam more pleasure to out weigh the pain, but then he is locked in a kiss. the heat of a tongue swipes over his mouth. it takes him a second to realise that the sound adam makes is due to the taste of blood in his mouth, his body clenching around lestat's cock.
a mirroring moan is squeezed out of the vampire. his dick throbs inside the tight vice surrounding him, the brush of tongue over his fresh wound making his brain short circuit for a split second. then his body ticks into gear and he braces, a small warning before he arches back his hips, length sliding out partway. a choked animal sound rumbles into the kiss as he thrusts back home, slamming into the tight hole in a long deep stroke. again, and again, ploughing until he's panting into adam's open mouth, the meat of his balls slapping audibly with each movement.]
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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 --
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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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the trio of digits tug free just as swiftly as they entered, leaving the bullied hole clutching around nothing for mere moments. a pop of a cap is the only warning before cold lubricant meets the exposed flesh, a generous dribble. then the thick weight of lestat's cock pressed against the skin, sliding down to meet the resistance of the puckered entrance with the thick blunt head of him. even just the tiniest inch of that heat around his tip has lestat's mouth falling open, fangs glistening.]
Try to relax cher, I will be as slow as I - [ almost involuntarily he has already begin to push in, bracing himself up against the mattress, body tense.] - f-fuck, hah!
[ to his credit, he is being as slow as he can manage. a glance down rewards him with a glimpse of the flared head of his cock vanishing inside adam's body and he groans, hair falling around his face as he bows his head. just as carefully as entering, he draws his hips back to edge out the head of his cock once more, just to press in a little faster this time, shallow dips into adam's body that gradually plunge deeper with each press back inside.]
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Fuck --
[ a sharp whine as the cold liquid dribbles over his hole, then a whimper as the head of lestat's cock comes to rest against it, pushing some of the lube inside. adam might not be stretched out enough but he presses his hips down anyway, eager to be penetrated at last.
his eyes flick upwards when lestat speaks and he can't help but stare, his gaze fixated on the way the vampire's fangs have extended, slick with saliva. try to relax lestat tells him and he does, he really tries, but there's only so much he can do when the thick head of him pushes inside. ]
Lestat-!
[ desperation, greed, masking whatever pain might accompany the stretch. he's breathing even more heavily now, body taut as lestat somehow manages to restrain himself from sliding in completely. adam's sweet little whimpers start back up again as lestat moves and he has to close his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hole steadily being worked open. ]
Good, [ he pants, one hand reaching up to cover his face, to tug at his own hair, as he tries to keep from begging for more. ] Feels good, fuck --
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the little whines coming from below have him prying open his eyes to watch adam paw at his hair, hiding his face. a blend of affection and potent arousal washes through lestat. he presses himself back into the rim again, holding his breath to suppress any violent urges whilst studying the other's expression for each minute reaction, enraptured. the flared edges of his cock head slip through, sinking deeper and his breath leaves him in a rush as the resistance squeezes around him.]
Good, good - you're taking me so well - [ another inch sliding home, forearms quivering. he's not going to be pulling back out now, not when adam's body is enveloping him in that molten heat.] - breathe Adam, I'm gonna - [ a twitch of his hips and his control falters, sinking his full length into the base.
blood drips down onto adam's abdomen, stark red droplets splattering across his ribcage, the dip in his sternum. lestat has bitten clean through his bottom lip, the blood running in rivulets down his chin. his eyes squeezed shut, he pants one deep breath, then another and looks down at the other man with wide blue eyes.]
Fuck, Adam, I - [ a tremor through his body as he obviously struggles to remain still, fighting the urge to begin rutting into the heat of the body below him.
shaky, he lowers his upper body carefully to envelop the younger man. he seemingly ignores the mending hole in his lip and instead begins to press worried, apologetic kisses to adam's jaw and throat, leaving bloody smears across the stark pale of his skin.]
Do you hurt? Adam?
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lestat's voice, filled with praise, washes over him and it makes him whimper, biting his lip as the affection in those words surges through him. adam's fairly certain that he'll never get over how different lestat is than he expected, especially when they're doing this: he's so careful, so aware of his partner's needs - but then, is he like that with everyone? the groupies he used to fuck, did he treat them this kindly?
emotions he can't handle rush up into adam's chest, overtaking him, and at that same moment lestat suddenly sinks deeper and deeper all at once until he's buried in the tight heat of adam's body and it's so much, too much, but it's good it feels so good -- ]
Lestat -- !!
[ a wail. sharp, keening, desperate. adam's eyes fly open only to see thick red blood dripping down onto his skin and he stares, disbelieving, at lestat's face, at the way he has mauled himself in his efforts to keep from hurting the mortal beneath him. the blue of his eyes is as wide as the sky and ten times more brilliant.
the scent of his blood settles into the air as he lowers himself to press their bodies together, filling adam's nose with the sharp coppery essence as he begins to press kisses along the column of adam's throat.
Do you hurt?
it hurts. it hurts, but he doesn't care. adam can feel the way his body spasms around the thick length inside of him, trying so hard to accommodate the intrusion; he can feel the way it seems to suck lestat deeper with every minute shift of their bodies, unwilling to let go despite the discomfort. he smells the blood again and remembers how lestat looked back in that bathroom, how he'd hurt those terrible men, how the blood had dripped from his chin as he kissed adam on the cold concrete. ]
Lestat --
[ the name tumbles from his lips, strangled by emotion. his hands grasp at the other's face, pulling him back so that adam can look at him: he is bloody once more, coated in his own undeath, and he is beautiful.
adam tugs his face close and kisses him, his tongue sliding out eagerly to lick at the blood, to brush over the half-healed wound. he moans at the taste and his entire body shudders, gripping lestat even tighter; his legs lift to wrap around the other's waist, keeping him there, not willing to let go. ]
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he wants to reach down and take the abandoned cock between them in hand, give adam more pleasure to out weigh the pain, but then he is locked in a kiss. the heat of a tongue swipes over his mouth. it takes him a second to realise that the sound adam makes is due to the taste of blood in his mouth, his body clenching around lestat's cock.
a mirroring moan is squeezed out of the vampire. his dick throbs inside the tight vice surrounding him, the brush of tongue over his fresh wound making his brain short circuit for a split second. then his body ticks into gear and he braces, a small warning before he arches back his hips, length sliding out partway. a choked animal sound rumbles into the kiss as he thrusts back home, slamming into the tight hole in a long deep stroke. again, and again, ploughing until he's panting into adam's open mouth, the meat of his balls slapping audibly with each movement.]
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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