[ he has no idea what that last message means. look, lol he has figured out, it's an old term by now in the good year 2025/6 but omw <3 is not as clearly deciphered, and good old google searches are so filled with slop that he doesn't know where to start.
the current aching of his head doesn't help either, so he just lets his phone drop to be consumed by the blankets and thinks about how much effort it would take to crawl under them too.
a miserable vampire in his too tight pants and boots, pathetically waiting for his mortal boyfriend to come and fuss over him. how tragic. ]
omfg the soggiest saddest vamp of all time (also: back to prose!! we did it!!!)
[ sometimes adam forgets that lestat does not, in fact, know everything. sometimes he's also just too overwhelmed with his feelings for the other man to think about that fact.
he doesn't even bother checking his phone again; he's up and moving so fast that it takes a couple minutes for the few other crew members that are still awake to notice he's gone. thankfully the distance between their trailers isn't too far.
he lets himself in without knocking, sure that lestat would be able to sense him well before he arrived. when he steps into the trailer it's filled with the usual mess, and he tiptoes through the well-worn path between piles of clothes, empty cigarette packages, and sheet music towards the bed.
when he arrives at last he has to try very, very hard not to laugh, because lestat looks every bit the part of a dramatic ingenue, thrown across his blankets while still mostly dressed, waiting for some gentleman to come and save him from himself. ]
Hey,
[ is what he says instead, toeing off his own sneakers before climbing onto the mattress and crawling towards his boyfriend. there's warm amusement in his tone and he's smiling, eyes big and dark, as he settles himself next to lestat. ]
You should really take your shoes off before you get into bed, y'know. You're gonna get dirt everywhere.
we're SO good at this actually we held off for so long
[ the familiar pattern of adam's shuffling footsteps has him stirring from a pathetic half doze, ears picking up the sound immediately. then he slips back into the dull ache squeezing his skull, only to fade back in as the scent of the other man drifts into the trailer, comforting.
the gentle chiding is met with a grunt and a feeble waved hand, the blonde's face still pressed into the thick furs.]
Mmhm.
[ he lifts his head and reaches out blindly for adam, locating him by warmth and sound. another groan as he lifts himself, crawls closer to the other man and immediately flops his weight atop him. buries his nose into the crook of his neck, strong arms winding around him.
a heaving sigh, body relaxing like a dog worn out from a big day at the park. adam's warmth and scent are soothing, filling his senses with comfort. his head still pounds, yes, but his body begins to release the built up tension from his shoulders and neck, slowly easing.]
Mm. Y'smell good.
[ voice muffled. he nuzzles at adam's neck, lips brushing over the apple of his throat.]
[ adam doesn't hide the affectionate chuckle that leaves him as lestat gropes around blindly, though he does shift closer so that the other finds him more easily. a soft grunt pushes its way out of his lungs as lestat flops on top of him like a sleepy lion but he gives no other sign that he's uncomfortable, instead squirming just a bit before settling into place. ]
I probably smell like smoke and sweat.
[ he had been working, after all - getting photos of behind the scenes stuff, taking his first couple smoke breaks of the night with the members of the stage crew.
he goes quiet for a bit after that, simply observing. it's strange to see lestat so clearly worn out. even though he seems happy enough, he doesn't have the same magnetic energy as usual, and that makes adam's brow knit together ever so slightly with concern. ]
You said you were in pain, right?
[ he lifts a hand to brush gently through lestat's hair, trying to get a better look at his face. ]
Did you fall? Or hit your head?
[ he kind of forgets, sometimes, that lestat isn't as susceptible to physical injury as the rest of the world. so it feels totally normal to ask these kinds of questions. ]
tbh text was easier for the background info dump anyway
[ an affirming rumble from the vampire, not letting up his comfortable sprawl. adam did indeed smell of cigarettes, the cheap brand a harsher tobacco scent. sweat too, salting the pale skin under his mouth, aromatic in all the crevices where joints collided and gentle folds rippled. all of it filling lestat's senses pleasantly, a scent based map of adam's activities this evening. it's easy to imagine the dark haired man trotting around with his camera, flashing nervous smiles and that bulky DSLR of his at the crew. skimming the edges of the man's mind, he can see the fondness for him in other's faces. fondness easily missed amongst ever present nerves.
the hand carding through his locks receives a sound of acknowledgement, then he lifts his head in an attempt to encourage more. his face is scrunched up and he cranes back to squint, prying open an eye to peer down at adam. ]
Oui, ça fait mal. An ice pick, behind the eyes.
[ childish, sulky. he's definitely playing it up for more sympathy. ridiculous, such a large man sprawled atop the photographer, wanting such coddling. ]
Run down from working, drinking, the powders. Ruminating on Louis too hard, perhaps. Fortunate I have you to invigorate me.
[ to be honest, adam still worries about what the rest of the tour crew think about him. he isn't exactly one of them in the traditional sense; he doesn't know much about putting a show together, especially not one of the magnitude that lestat commands. he feels the same as he always has, since the first time he picked up a camera - like a fly on the wall. a voyeur, someone observing everything without actually becoming involved.
and he worries, too, about the opinions of others now that his relationship with lestat is becoming more obvious. the twin marks on his neck are fading but they're still present, the bruised flesh surrounding them stark against his pale skin, and he can hear he whispers sometimes, can see people staring.
none of that matters much, though, now that he's back in lestat's arms. poor pained lestat, a big baby whose doe eyes are absolutely irresistible. adam's hands move to massage along the back of the blond's neck and along the muscles of his shoulders, the tension there clearly evident.
the mention of louis keeps him quiet for a moment as he thinks how best to respond. in the end, he decides it's best to leave that for a different time - if at all. he's learned more than he probably deserves to know, and it's clearly part of the reason lestat is draped over him now, in pain and wanting comfort. ]
Do you need a drink? Not alcohol. Water, or... y'know.
[ blood. the offer is always there, unspoken, for lestat to feed from him. ]
[ adam's touches are heavenly, leaving lestat near purring under his hands. he lets his head drop back down as those fingers knead along his neck, his shoulders. ]
Merde, your touch is like magic. Where did you learn this?
[ a big sooky cat begging for more pets, apparently. this is adam's prize for his patience and potential isolation: giving massages to a vampire multiple times his age. clearly louis is missing out. ]
[ the compliment makes adam laugh, short and loud, disbelieving. he's barely doing anything and lestat already likes it so much - how tense is he, for something so simple to have such an effect? ]
Didn't I tell you?
[ there's mischief in his tone now, a sparkle in his eye. ]
I went to magic hands school. It's pretty modern, I don't think you would know about it.
[ he pauses for a moment, patting lestat on the shoulder. ]
Let me up for a sec, I can do a better job from behind you.
[ eager for more of those kneading fingers, lestat lifts himself up with a grunt and shifts himself off the other man. a little frown as he considers adam's words, then a huff of amusement.]
Hmm, I do not think such a school exists. But if it is as modern as you say, perhaps I am wrong.
[ a little smile, though it soon grows tight and fades. immediately he misses the warmth of adam's body beneath his, but stretches out on the furs anyway, folding his arms and resting his head upon them.
once again an oddly vulnerable display, adam having earnt a level of trust that lestat would not extend to everyone. either that, or his hands really were magic.]
[ soft laughter shakes adam's shoulders as he shifts, pulling himself out from beneath lestat's larger body. ]
Trust me.
[ he swings one leg over lestat's back, then settles himself on the rise of his ass. in the back of his head he has a faint thought about touching lestat's rear more often; it feels surprisingly nice, firm but not too solid.
reaching forward, he begins kneading at the other's shoulders once more, this time being more specific about where he's touching and how much pressure he's applying. he isn't exactly skilled, not the way a professional would be, but he knows where lestat's tension is: his neck, down along his shoulder blades, up into the back of his scalp. ]
You look good like this, [ he muses. ] Almost like you aren't a big scary rock star after all.
[ almost immediately the blonde gives a throaty moan, the sound muffled. adam has somehow pinpointed the location of a lot of tension, kneading fingers directly into the tight muscle. the sound is loud, likely giving whoever was passing by the trailer the wrong idea for once.]
Fuck, Adam.
[ another groan, lestat's voice breathless as he speaks. while adam may not be a professional, the combination of any massage at all and it being gentle touches from someone he cares about absolutely enhances the experience for the blond. he so cherishes easy physical affection like this, surprisingly hard to earn. ]
[ the easily-misconstrued noises make adam blush, but he's grinning at the same time, happy to have such clear feedback. he focuses in on that spot, using both thumbs to dig deep into the large knot that's formed in the muscle. ]
You sound like a porn star.
[ he says it with a healthy amount of affectionate teasing, leaning in briefly to press a kiss to the top of lestat's head. ]
Take some deep breaths for me. It'll probably hurt a bit, but it's gonna help, I promise.
[ if he were even remotely self conscious, lestat may have attempted to muffle his own moans but thankfully, he was not. so the low moans that adam draws from kneading at the knots in his shoulders are just as shameless. the kiss to his head earns a small appreciative hum though, his smile hidden in the crook of his folded arms. ]
Shall I arch my back too, to give you the full experience?
[ a little strained but teasing, a bit of his usual humour. he tries to slow his breathing though, shutting his eyes and taking a deep inhale, exhale. then another. ]
[ the moans make adam flush, but he's grinning despite whatever embarrassment he feels. it's funny; since they started sleeping together, he hasn't thought much about the noises he makes - but hearing lestat like this is different. it puts another idea in his head, one that makes him shift slightly on top of the other as his cock stirs in his pants. ]
Later.
[ a tease - a promise. ]
Just keep breathing. And try not to tense up too much.
[ once he's happy with the level of relaxation lestat displays, adam pulls his hands away in order to replace them with one of his elbows. he doesn't dig in too hard, but the pressure is greater now, focusing on a spot behind lestat's shoulderblade where adam himself often gets knots, especially after a long day of holding a camera and hiding in dark corners. ]
[ the hint at a tease catches his interest, mind immediately racing at the thought. he had indulged in a grittier, dominant adam once before, but to be taken apart by firm, loving touches - that was a different beast entirely. one that promised far more fuss and attention, like he was basking in now.
he's a little excited at the thought, eager to prove just how well he could follow instruction despite the dull throb of his head. continuing to try to slow his breathing, keeping his body soothed as adam shifts behind him, presses sharp into the meat under his shoulder blade.
the pressure is unexpected but good - muscles tensing in protest, stubborn to release. the sound that lestat makes is immediately muffled into the blankets as he buries his face, somewhere between a whine and a high pitched groan.]
Ow - b-bordel de merde! Fuck!
[ evidently that knot is real tight in there. it doesn't help that he has indeed tensed up, though he valiantly attempts to push through it. kicking his legs a few times childishly.]
You are trying to injure me--mh no, ah better better better - yes!
[ despite his initial protests, the more pressure, the more he begins to melt. soon he quietens down, allowing adam to press and soothe without a squeak. ]
[ without realizing it, adam's thought run in parallel. what would it be like, to take lestat? it seems a strange thing but watching the way he falls apart beneath adam's hands makes it less and less so. how would he look, what would he sound like, with adam pressed deep inside of him?
adam feels his cock twitch again, filling out his jeans. he shakes his head a little; he should be concentrating.
of course, when lestat starts cursing in french, he can't quite hold back a laugh. ]
Drama queen.
[ it's said with all the affection in the world, but it's still meant to tease. adam leans his weight onto his elbow and presses more firmly at that particular spot, feeling it begin to give way beneath him. ]
You should hire someone to do this for you regularly, [ he says absentmindedly, grunting a bit as he exerts more force. ] You're super fuckin' tense.
[ a squawk of indignation at the teasing. evidently playful though, as the vampire makes no further comment on it.
lestat's sounds start back up as adam presses, breathy moans of pleasure rather than pain now. the touches radiate up and down his spine, soothing his tense frame and easing the pressure in his head and neck.]
Mmh- they would not be as dedicated as you, though.
[ a beat, then:]
Unless magic school is - ah! Not as exclusive as I thought?
[ teasing in return, a grin hidden behind his arms. with that, a surge of gratitude for the young man caring for him in such a selfless manner. the sudden emotion has him choking up a little, his moans transforming into whines in his throat. suddenly the weight atop his lower body is adding to a stirring in his pants, only assisted by the massage. the thought of adam carefully fucking him into the mattress, sweet and thorough, is suddenly very difficult to shake. ]
I would not object to having your hands on me more often.
[ a hint there, carried in the tone of his voice. always so flirty, lestat.]
[ lestat's transition into those pleasurable little moans doesn't exactly help adam stay focused, but he does his best to continue working out the knots behind the other's shoulders. it's obviously working; he feels a lot more relaxed now, and his flirty tone indicates that he's feeling a bit better.
there's the slightest pause in adam's movements as he considers lestat's comment, heat creeping up his neck from more than just exertion. carefully, experimentally, he shifts his weight so that he's sitting a bit further back; it has the effect of allowing the tent in his jeans to rest against the swell of lestat's ass, easy enough for the other to feel. ]
[ a grunt, then a bubble of muffled laughter from the blonde. he can feel that extra weight pressing against his rear, already growing warmer with the blood pooling in the area.]
Very coy, chèri. You're thinking about it, aren't you?
[ the muscles of his bare back flex as he deliberately stretches out, wiggles his hips as best he can.]
Whether I'd make similar sounds with your cock deep inside me, yes?
[ the stretch of lestat's skin and muscles is illegally hot - surpassed in criminality only by the way he moves his hips, providing just a hint of friction to tease adam. that, along with his words, leave the mortal breathing a little quicker, his hands slowing in their movements as he thinks. ]
Are you thinking about it too? [ he asks quietly, clearly testing the waters. they haven't discussed this at all - their times together have always been the kind where adam clearly wants to take whatever lestat is willing to give - but he isn't opposed to this switch in the slightest.
slowly, he rocks his hips forward a little, just enough to press into the plush curve of lestat's rear. when he speaks again a hint of that deep, rough confidence is present in his tone: ]
You wanna feel me inside this pretty ass of yours?
remember when this was a non horny thread? me neither
[ there's that edge again, the casual boldness that adam must show to mortals more his own size. the grin on the blond's face widens, his voice muffled as he replies,]
How can I think of anything else, with you rutting against me?
[ this confidence of adam's - he wanted to see it more. lestat imagines him eager, rough housing other young men, laughing as they shove him up against the brick walls of alleyways and crush their lips together. or a touch shy but sure in his role with his ex girlfriend, easily asking for what he wants with a roll of his hips.
there's a part of lestat that grieves his loss of humanity, the life of a young man he had only begun to shape with his hands. he had tumbled with nicki in similar ways, brashly wrestling each other and winding up trading kisses on the floor of their barren paris apartment. the ground would never be even beneath adam's feet with lestat, was never truly even with louis. it's a sobering moment, bitter-sweet.
but with the vampire stretched out underneath him, a little weak, a little pained, perhaps that confidence came more naturally. maybe it was the result of showing the humanity underneath the monster, underneath the deadly claws and teeth. showing that adam had a real ability to hurt him - perhaps not physically, but emotionally. maybe that was as close to equal ground as they could get. maybe more, if he let adam take the reins again.
he makes a breathy sound, dropping his head to his arms dramatically.]
Alas, I am trapped and cannot ravage you like you deserve. You have defeated me, the great vampire Lestat.
Edited (proof read sins) 2025-12-12 12:45 (UTC)
lbr all of their threads are horny, they're just lowkey vs highkey 😌
[ lestat's imagination isn't far off. while adam hasn't exactly been with a ton of other people, he's had enough fumbles to know, more or less, what he likes - or, at least, he thought he did. meeting lestat has opened up an entirely new world filled with pleasure and danger in equal measure. up until now, adam's barely managed to keep pace with the other man, to stay a half-step ahead of his own desperate desires.
like this, though, thinking of taking control is easier. he's come to know lestat as much more than the glamorous, drug-fueled rock star he met not that long ago, the one that scared adam so much he did everything possible to stay out of the way. and beyond that, knowing about lestat's true nature - it's less frightening, too, though perhaps more because adam has let his guard down and less due to any rational understanding.
either way, he ends up grinning when lestat declares defeat, knowing it's an act and playing along anyway. his hands stop massaging the blond's skin in favour of trailing down along the firm musculature of his back, thumbs slipping over the bumps of his spine. lestat is strong but his body is still lean; the perfect balance of brawn and beauty. for a long moment adam simply sits there, rocking his hips slowly into the soft curve of lestat's ass and contemplating his next move. ]
And what's my reward for defeating such a powerful creature?
[ the tease in his voice is evident as he leans forward, head dipping so he can press his lips right up against lestat's ear. his hands squeeze at the other's hips and he continues in a whisper: ]
Maybe I'll ravage you instead, hm?
[ he punctuates the last couple of words with a stronger press of his hips, a pleasurable hiss escaping him as the friction travels through his jeans and straight to his cock. ]
[ adam's hands along his spine send delicious licks of warmth up lestat's frame and he sighs in pleasure. he could happily lay there all night being kneaded by the other man, if other activities weren't quite so tempting. another night, perhaps.
the weight of adam pressing against his ass is simply too distracting. each roll of hips presses his own growing arousal into the mattress, allowing him just a little bit of needed friction. the low whisper into his ear sends a shiver down his spine, the center of weight now baring heavily onto his hips.
the hissed sigh of pleasure is echoed by the vampire, both at the hardening dick pressing hot at the seam of his leather pants and at the twitch his own length made at the sensation.]
You wouldn't dare. Such a little thing like you could scarcely have the stamina.
[ goading, smile still hidden by his arms.yes, that was exactly what he wanted, to have adam unravel while fucking him open, chasing his bliss eagerly. the only thing he could not decide was whether he wanted to be flipped to soak up every facial expression, or to feel the hot shame of being fucked face down into the mattress. decisions, decisions. ]
Just how often do you give rather than take, mon petit caneton? How long can you last inside of me, mm?
[ truthfully he would be charmed no matter how quickly adam came apart - it was the game that was half of the fun. the returning flirting, the bite, the back and forth. and yes, the undercurrent of affection. no matter the result, lestat had little doubt that adam would ensure that his lover was fully satisfied by the end of the night.]
to be fair... if i were in their situation, i would be exactly the same LMAO they're too pretty ok!!
[ okay, so maybe adam is a little too eager - but it's difficult not to be, with the way lestat constantly flirts and teases, keeping him on edge. if the vampire asked for an all-night massage, adam would do his best to provide; but that isn't what's happening.
he can feel lestat shiver, can hear that little sound of pleasure escape the blond, and he grins - right before lestat begins to push his buttons. of course he does; they both know adam is weak when it comes to things like having his masculinity second-guessed. he can hear the smile in lestat's voice and it just makes him want to fight back even more adamantly. ]
You think I've never fucked anyone before?
[ the tiniest hint of that simmering anger, just enough. adam isn't actually mad but he knows, now, that lestat enjoys seeing this side of him. ]
I'm not some pillow princess.
[ his hands slip down, down, along the expanse of lestat's hips, over the fabric of his pants, palms cupping his rear and squeezing firmly. they really don't hide anything; the curve of lestat's ass is perfectly displayed like this, the leather more like a second skin than anything resembling clothing.
his thumbs dip even lower, to the inseam hiding between lestat's thighs, and he rubs roughly along that line. ]
I bet you sound real good when you're taking it. [ there's a heat to his words that wasn't quite there before, his imagination kicking in as he continues his manhandling. ] Bet you get all breathy and eager, begging for a thick cock to split you open.
[ breathless laughter from the blond, adam's immediate retaliation endlessly charming. the implication that adam would have been taking a back seat to his ex girlfriend too was a wonderful thought, even if it was accurate or not. perhaps it was just adam that lestat found endearing.
the squeeze to his ass and the press of thumbs along the intimate juncture of his thighs are both rewarded with approving hums. if he was able to press back into the touches he would, but instead he is forced to remain still under adam's exploring hands.]
Ah-uh, this is about you. I do not doubt that you've wet that lovely piece of manhood, but the question was how often?
[ it's all he can do not to giggle, biting his lip in excitement between taunts.]
Will you shudder to a finish after entering me, perhaps? Do you have the stamina to last, mon petit? It is a lot of responsibility.
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click link for the soggy boy energy
the current aching of his head doesn't help either, so he just lets his phone drop to be consumed by the blankets and thinks about how much effort it would take to crawl under them too.
a miserable vampire in his too tight pants and boots, pathetically waiting for his mortal boyfriend to come and fuss over him. how tragic. ]
omfg the soggiest saddest vamp of all time (also: back to prose!! we did it!!!)
he doesn't even bother checking his phone again; he's up and moving so fast that it takes a couple minutes for the few other crew members that are still awake to notice he's gone. thankfully the distance between their trailers isn't too far.
he lets himself in without knocking, sure that lestat would be able to sense him well before he arrived. when he steps into the trailer it's filled with the usual mess, and he tiptoes through the well-worn path between piles of clothes, empty cigarette packages, and sheet music towards the bed.
when he arrives at last he has to try very, very hard not to laugh, because lestat looks every bit the part of a dramatic ingenue, thrown across his blankets while still mostly dressed, waiting for some gentleman to come and save him from himself. ]
Hey,
[ is what he says instead, toeing off his own sneakers before climbing onto the mattress and crawling towards his boyfriend. there's warm amusement in his tone and he's smiling, eyes big and dark, as he settles himself next to lestat. ]
You should really take your shoes off before you get into bed, y'know. You're gonna get dirt everywhere.
we're SO good at this actually we held off for so long
the gentle chiding is met with a grunt and a feeble waved hand, the blonde's face still pressed into the thick furs.]
Mmhm.
[ he lifts his head and reaches out blindly for adam, locating him by warmth and sound. another groan as he lifts himself, crawls closer to the other man and immediately flops his weight atop him. buries his nose into the crook of his neck, strong arms winding around him.
a heaving sigh, body relaxing like a dog worn out from a big day at the park. adam's warmth and scent are soothing, filling his senses with comfort. his head still pounds, yes, but his body begins to release the built up tension from his shoulders and neck, slowly easing.]
Mm. Y'smell good.
[ voice muffled. he nuzzles at adam's neck, lips brushing over the apple of his throat.]
proud of us 😤!!
I probably smell like smoke and sweat.
[ he had been working, after all - getting photos of behind the scenes stuff, taking his first couple smoke breaks of the night with the members of the stage crew.
he goes quiet for a bit after that, simply observing. it's strange to see lestat so clearly worn out. even though he seems happy enough, he doesn't have the same magnetic energy as usual, and that makes adam's brow knit together ever so slightly with concern. ]
You said you were in pain, right?
[ he lifts a hand to brush gently through lestat's hair, trying to get a better look at his face. ]
Did you fall? Or hit your head?
[ he kind of forgets, sometimes, that lestat isn't as susceptible to physical injury as the rest of the world. so it feels totally normal to ask these kinds of questions. ]
tbh text was easier for the background info dump anyway
the hand carding through his locks receives a sound of acknowledgement, then he lifts his head in an attempt to encourage more. his face is scrunched up and he cranes back to squint, prying open an eye to peer down at adam. ]
Oui, ça fait mal. An ice pick, behind the eyes.
[ childish, sulky. he's definitely playing it up for more sympathy. ridiculous, such a large man sprawled atop the photographer, wanting such coddling. ]
Run down from working, drinking, the powders. Ruminating on Louis too hard, perhaps. Fortunate I have you to invigorate me.
easier on their emotions for sure 😂
and he worries, too, about the opinions of others now that his relationship with lestat is becoming more obvious. the twin marks on his neck are fading but they're still present, the bruised flesh surrounding them stark against his pale skin, and he can hear he whispers sometimes, can see people staring.
none of that matters much, though, now that he's back in lestat's arms. poor pained lestat, a big baby whose doe eyes are absolutely irresistible. adam's hands move to massage along the back of the blond's neck and along the muscles of his shoulders, the tension there clearly evident.
the mention of louis keeps him quiet for a moment as he thinks how best to respond. in the end, he decides it's best to leave that for a different time - if at all. he's learned more than he probably deserves to know, and it's clearly part of the reason lestat is draped over him now, in pain and wanting comfort. ]
Do you need a drink? Not alcohol. Water, or... y'know.
[ blood. the offer is always there, unspoken, for lestat to feed from him. ]
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Merde, your touch is like magic. Where did you learn this?
[ a big sooky cat begging for more pets, apparently. this is adam's prize for his patience and potential isolation: giving massages to a vampire multiple times his age. clearly louis is missing out. ]
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Didn't I tell you?
[ there's mischief in his tone now, a sparkle in his eye. ]
I went to magic hands school. It's pretty modern, I don't think you would know about it.
[ he pauses for a moment, patting lestat on the shoulder. ]
Let me up for a sec, I can do a better job from behind you.
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Hmm, I do not think such a school exists. But if it is as modern as you say, perhaps I am wrong.
[ a little smile, though it soon grows tight and fades. immediately he misses the warmth of adam's body beneath his, but stretches out on the furs anyway, folding his arms and resting his head upon them.
once again an oddly vulnerable display, adam having earnt a level of trust that lestat would not extend to everyone. either that, or his hands really were magic.]
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Trust me.
[ he swings one leg over lestat's back, then settles himself on the rise of his ass. in the back of his head he has a faint thought about touching lestat's rear more often; it feels surprisingly nice, firm but not too solid.
reaching forward, he begins kneading at the other's shoulders once more, this time being more specific about where he's touching and how much pressure he's applying. he isn't exactly skilled, not the way a professional would be, but he knows where lestat's tension is: his neck, down along his shoulder blades, up into the back of his scalp. ]
You look good like this, [ he muses. ] Almost like you aren't a big scary rock star after all.
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Fuck, Adam.
[ another groan, lestat's voice breathless as he speaks. while adam may not be a professional, the combination of any massage at all and it being gentle touches from someone he cares about absolutely enhances the experience for the blond. he so cherishes easy physical affection like this, surprisingly hard to earn. ]
M-More, more. Feels good.
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You sound like a porn star.
[ he says it with a healthy amount of affectionate teasing, leaning in briefly to press a kiss to the top of lestat's head. ]
Take some deep breaths for me. It'll probably hurt a bit, but it's gonna help, I promise.
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Shall I arch my back too, to give you the full experience?
[ a little strained but teasing, a bit of his usual humour. he tries to slow his breathing though, shutting his eyes and taking a deep inhale, exhale. then another. ]
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Later.
[ a tease - a promise. ]
Just keep breathing. And try not to tense up too much.
[ once he's happy with the level of relaxation lestat displays, adam pulls his hands away in order to replace them with one of his elbows. he doesn't dig in too hard, but the pressure is greater now, focusing on a spot behind lestat's shoulderblade where adam himself often gets knots, especially after a long day of holding a camera and hiding in dark corners. ]
How does that feel?
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he's a little excited at the thought, eager to prove just how well he could follow instruction despite the dull throb of his head. continuing to try to slow his breathing, keeping his body soothed as adam shifts behind him, presses sharp into the meat under his shoulder blade.
the pressure is unexpected but good - muscles tensing in protest, stubborn to release. the sound that lestat makes is immediately muffled into the blankets as he buries his face, somewhere between a whine and a high pitched groan.]
Ow - b-bordel de merde! Fuck!
[ evidently that knot is real tight in there. it doesn't help that he has indeed tensed up, though he valiantly attempts to push through it. kicking his legs a few times childishly.]
You are trying to injure me--mh no, ah better better better - yes!
[ despite his initial protests, the more pressure, the more he begins to melt. soon he quietens down, allowing adam to press and soothe without a squeak. ]
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adam feels his cock twitch again, filling out his jeans. he shakes his head a little; he should be concentrating.
of course, when lestat starts cursing in french, he can't quite hold back a laugh. ]
Drama queen.
[ it's said with all the affection in the world, but it's still meant to tease. adam leans his weight onto his elbow and presses more firmly at that particular spot, feeling it begin to give way beneath him. ]
You should hire someone to do this for you regularly, [ he says absentmindedly, grunting a bit as he exerts more force. ] You're super fuckin' tense.
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lestat's sounds start back up as adam presses, breathy moans of pleasure rather than pain now. the touches radiate up and down his spine, soothing his tense frame and easing the pressure in his head and neck.]
Mmh- they would not be as dedicated as you, though.
[ a beat, then:]
Unless magic school is - ah! Not as exclusive as I thought?
[ teasing in return, a grin hidden behind his arms. with that, a surge of gratitude for the young man caring for him in such a selfless manner. the sudden emotion has him choking up a little, his moans transforming into whines in his throat. suddenly the weight atop his lower body is adding to a stirring in his pants, only assisted by the massage. the thought of adam carefully fucking him into the mattress, sweet and thorough, is suddenly very difficult to shake. ]
I would not object to having your hands on me more often.
[ a hint there, carried in the tone of his voice. always so flirty, lestat.]
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there's the slightest pause in adam's movements as he considers lestat's comment, heat creeping up his neck from more than just exertion. carefully, experimentally, he shifts his weight so that he's sitting a bit further back; it has the effect of allowing the tent in his jeans to rest against the swell of lestat's ass, easy enough for the other to feel. ]
Yeah? You wanna be a bit more specific...?
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Very coy, chèri. You're thinking about it, aren't you?
[ the muscles of his bare back flex as he deliberately stretches out, wiggles his hips as best he can.]
Whether I'd make similar sounds with your cock deep inside me, yes?
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Are you thinking about it too? [ he asks quietly, clearly testing the waters. they haven't discussed this at all - their times together have always been the kind where adam clearly wants to take whatever lestat is willing to give - but he isn't opposed to this switch in the slightest.
slowly, he rocks his hips forward a little, just enough to press into the plush curve of lestat's rear. when he speaks again a hint of that deep, rough confidence is present in his tone: ]
You wanna feel me inside this pretty ass of yours?
remember when this was a non horny thread? me neither
How can I think of anything else, with you rutting against me?
[ this confidence of adam's - he wanted to see it more. lestat imagines him eager, rough housing other young men, laughing as they shove him up against the brick walls of alleyways and crush their lips together. or a touch shy but sure in his role with his ex girlfriend, easily asking for what he wants with a roll of his hips.
there's a part of lestat that grieves his loss of humanity, the life of a young man he had only begun to shape with his hands. he had tumbled with nicki in similar ways, brashly wrestling each other and winding up trading kisses on the floor of their barren paris apartment. the ground would never be even beneath adam's feet with lestat, was never truly even with louis. it's a sobering moment, bitter-sweet.
but with the vampire stretched out underneath him, a little weak, a little pained, perhaps that confidence came more naturally. maybe it was the result of showing the humanity underneath the monster, underneath the deadly claws and teeth. showing that adam had a real ability to hurt him - perhaps not physically, but emotionally. maybe that was as close to equal ground as they could get. maybe more, if he let adam take the reins again.
he makes a breathy sound, dropping his head to his arms dramatically.]
Alas, I am trapped and cannot ravage you like you deserve. You have defeated me, the great vampire Lestat.
lbr all of their threads are horny, they're just lowkey vs highkey 😌
like this, though, thinking of taking control is easier. he's come to know lestat as much more than the glamorous, drug-fueled rock star he met not that long ago, the one that scared adam so much he did everything possible to stay out of the way. and beyond that, knowing about lestat's true nature - it's less frightening, too, though perhaps more because adam has let his guard down and less due to any rational understanding.
either way, he ends up grinning when lestat declares defeat, knowing it's an act and playing along anyway. his hands stop massaging the blond's skin in favour of trailing down along the firm musculature of his back, thumbs slipping over the bumps of his spine. lestat is strong but his body is still lean; the perfect balance of brawn and beauty. for a long moment adam simply sits there, rocking his hips slowly into the soft curve of lestat's ass and contemplating his next move. ]
And what's my reward for defeating such a powerful creature?
[ the tease in his voice is evident as he leans forward, head dipping so he can press his lips right up against lestat's ear. his hands squeeze at the other's hips and he continues in a whisper: ]
Maybe I'll ravage you instead, hm?
[ he punctuates the last couple of words with a stronger press of his hips, a pleasurable hiss escaping him as the friction travels through his jeans and straight to his cock. ]
smh these horndogs
the weight of adam pressing against his ass is simply too distracting. each roll of hips presses his own growing arousal into the mattress, allowing him just a little bit of needed friction. the low whisper into his ear sends a shiver down his spine, the center of weight now baring heavily onto his hips.
the hissed sigh of pleasure is echoed by the vampire, both at the hardening dick pressing hot at the seam of his leather pants and at the twitch his own length made at the sensation.]
You wouldn't dare. Such a little thing like you could scarcely have the stamina.
[ goading, smile still hidden by his arms.yes, that was exactly what he wanted, to have adam unravel while fucking him open, chasing his bliss eagerly. the only thing he could not decide was whether he wanted to be flipped to soak up every facial expression, or to feel the hot shame of being fucked face down into the mattress. decisions, decisions. ]
Just how often do you give rather than take, mon petit caneton? How long can you last inside of me, mm?
[ truthfully he would be charmed no matter how quickly adam came apart - it was the game that was half of the fun. the returning flirting, the bite, the back and forth. and yes, the undercurrent of affection. no matter the result, lestat had little doubt that adam would ensure that his lover was fully satisfied by the end of the night.]
to be fair... if i were in their situation, i would be exactly the same LMAO they're too pretty ok!!
he can feel lestat shiver, can hear that little sound of pleasure escape the blond, and he grins - right before lestat begins to push his buttons. of course he does; they both know adam is weak when it comes to things like having his masculinity second-guessed. he can hear the smile in lestat's voice and it just makes him want to fight back even more adamantly. ]
You think I've never fucked anyone before?
[ the tiniest hint of that simmering anger, just enough. adam isn't actually mad but he knows, now, that lestat enjoys seeing this side of him. ]
I'm not some pillow princess.
[ his hands slip down, down, along the expanse of lestat's hips, over the fabric of his pants, palms cupping his rear and squeezing firmly. they really don't hide anything; the curve of lestat's ass is perfectly displayed like this, the leather more like a second skin than anything resembling clothing.
his thumbs dip even lower, to the inseam hiding between lestat's thighs, and he rubs roughly along that line. ]
I bet you sound real good when you're taking it. [ there's a heat to his words that wasn't quite there before, his imagination kicking in as he continues his manhandling. ] Bet you get all breathy and eager, begging for a thick cock to split you open.
HAHA really can't blame em
the squeeze to his ass and the press of thumbs along the intimate juncture of his thighs are both rewarded with approving hums. if he was able to press back into the touches he would, but instead he is forced to remain still under adam's exploring hands.]
Ah-uh, this is about you. I do not doubt that you've wet that lovely piece of manhood, but the question was how often?
[ it's all he can do not to giggle, biting his lip in excitement between taunts.]
Will you shudder to a finish after entering me, perhaps? Do you have the stamina to last, mon petit? It is a lot of responsibility.
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HEHEHE brat taming time 😈
rubs my greedy little hands together...
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adam in the last icon, same