[ now is definitely not the time to push too hard on this matter, but lestat adds this one to his list of mental notes too. a difficult feat, to make adam feel like he was desirable, but it may be possible. perhaps another shift in power was due.
the poor make up artist catching glimpses of his phone screen is very bewildered at the images she's seeing.] Ah, I am familiar with the type. My own father and brothers were only too eager to attempt beating any perceived sensitivities out of me also.
That this persists today is not a surprise. I am only sorry it wounds you, dear heart.
Say the word and I will happily indulge in antagonising him further. He does not appreciate the treasured son he has driven away.
mine is... not subtle AT ALL LOL kfljflhj screaming my love for this soggy boy from the rooftops
yeah? i guess you would've had it rougher than me back then fuckin assholes
[ his anger and anxiety is soothed for a moment by the sweet nickname: dear heart. he can't help but smile at that, and it comforts him more than lestat knows.
...well, unless lestat is reading his mind. ]
i should probably at least try to play nice that all happened a long time ago
but tell you what if he even so much as starts thinking about being a dick, you can fuck around with him however you want
just don't like. kill him. okay? my mom would be sad
[ lestat is not seeking adam's mind out currently, instead doing a spot of online shopping. already he's ordered a pile of garments to wrestle adam into, including a single lacy jockstrap,a handsome set with buckles and a matching crop top and finally two leather collars - one a plain black band,the other a touch more obvious. he's flicking between these pages and a photo he has taken of adam while sleeping - torso gracefully arched, bruises beginning to show on the juts of his hips, frame cutting off at the base of his cock. his poor make up artists eye each other behind his back, catching glimpses of him comparing designs and estimating fits.
it's nothing that they have discussed before, but lestat found himself eager to continue boosting adam's confidence. perhaps dressing him up for his own enjoyment would allow for this to develop quicker. and of course, he would take great enjoyment in admiring his handiwork. ]
It was so long ago, cher, no doubt your wounds are far fresher. It would be effortless to humiliate your father in front of such a large audience - no doubt that watching his son be debased by such a well known deviant like myself would be mortifying enough.
Perhaps if we are clever, we will set headlines that will follow him long after the ringing cheers of the audience fade from his ears.
[ adam, meanwhile, has no idea what lestat's got planned for him - though, if he did know, he wouldn't exactly be opposed to the idea of the blond dressing him up once again.
no, right now adam is preoccupied with the war going on between his head and his heart. he knows he should try to behave, to make amends - but the devil on his shoulder (who happens to look very similar to lestat) is telling him to say fuck it and do what he really wants. ]
why is it kinda hot thinking about you trying to humiliate him? lol
if you pull me up on stage i won't resist
[ the question makes him laugh, though his response isn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world: ]
just jeans and one of your tour shirts i keep finding all of my shirts have been cut off at the waist for some reason 😒
It is your dormant exhibitionist streak, Adam. Perhaps I should be showing you off more explicitly, hm? Make you squirm and moan in front of a crowd?
[ a devious little smile on his face as he texts, picturing adam wriggling under his roaming hands, all shy despite his arousal. perhaps with a pretty lace crop top and jockstrap - the sheer intricate designs truly did fit his pale skin beautifully.]
It is a crime to continue to hide that gorgeous waist of yours. I am simply altering your clothing to show off one of your best assets.
Mm, I am simply curious. While I am charmed by your usual adornments, shall we elevate it for tonight?
A peek of a leather harness, for one. To show off your pretty chest and toned arms, mon beau.
obsessed w both the thought of lestat dressing Adam in his own clothes & buying clothes FOR him
[ the suggestion makes adam squirm in both embarrassment as well as excitement. would he like that? he doesn't think so, but then again, he can just imagine the expression on lestat's face as he presents a dolled-up adam to the crowd, and that's something he'd really like to witness. ]
as long as you keep buying me clothes i guess it's fine plus u look cute when u wear them :p so i can't be too mad about it
a harness??
[ he swallows. it's not a bad idea - and his dad would definitely be pissed off to see him wearing anything other than his t-shirt and jeans. hell, he'd probably even hate that. there was no pleasing the guy.
so... what the hell? why not go all out? ]
u wanna show me off right? why not make me wear it and then take it off of me on stage?
How wrong your parents are. You are a degenerate chéri, but you are not worthless.
Especially if you are truly willing to be my blood bag on stage. The visuals will be stunning; I may have to waste a little blood for the theatrics, however.
Of course, you may opt out at any time. But there will be nothing to fear, I will hold you and keep you steady.
[ the reply comes swiftly in turn, in the form of lestat's voice speaking directly into adam's head. affirming in response, leaving no doubt. ]
That's my good boy, so obedient. You are mine, Adam. Mine to claim over and over in front of whomever I please.
[ his tone carries many things; smugness, desire, a rampant possessiveness, swelling affection. it's easy to imagine that if they were face to face, lestat would be holding adam's jaw, flexing his control. ]
[ a quiet whimper escapes adam, unbidden, as lestat’s voice echoes inside his head. instead of sending another message he focuses his thoughts, trying to relay back as best he can without the aid of otherworldly powers: ]
[ sweet. lestat can only guess at the man's expression at focusing his thoughts on such a thing, such a hope. the wish to be engulfed by him, treated as if it was a promise for a dance. ]
I promise. Mine.
Are you insecure, chéri? Are my teeth marks in your neck not a tender enough assurance?
[ despite the fact that they can't speak directly like this, not truly, adam prefers it above all other forms of communication. the feather-light touch of lestat's words against his mind feels almost like one of the vampire's sharpy, glassy nails trailing over the back of his neck, up his scalp, over his jaw. it leaves adam feeling tingly all over, and that in turn makes him smile, pleased at the thought of lestat being so close despite their distance. ]
They're enough, [ he thinks, eyes sliding shut as he tries to block everything else out, tries to make it easier to send his thoughts through the air somehow. ]
I just like hearing you say it. And... I want you to show everyone.
[ the surface thoughts of adam's mind are easy to read, drifting through as if dialled into radio station. wafts of fondness, vague sensations of euphoric sparks. the type that lestat gets when adam combs fingers through his hair as if he had been doing it all his life.]
I think you may need more reminders. There are many more places on your body I wish to drink from, that I will leave to heal slowly, to bruise.
I look forward to your whimpers when I show my adoring fans my teeth marks in your thighs, your chest.
[ an image now, a suggestion pushed:
lestat pressed against adam's back, stretching him out against him with a single hand on his neck, the other hand rucking up adam's shirt to reveal bite marks to a crowd. teeth prints around a flushed and abused nipple, on the slender dip of his waist, above the jut of his hip bone. lestat's voice a dark undercurrent in his ear, whispering praise mixed with filth.]
[ the gentle flood of teasing words, then images, cause adam to curse under his breath. it's one thing to see lestat's fantasies written out over text; it's another thing entirely to picture them so clearly, without any conscious effort of his own, the colours and sounds and scents akin to a hallucination.
it's so strong that it forces adam to sit, teeth digging into his lower lip, breath coming quicker now. ]
Tonight?
[ there's a hurriedness to his thoughts now, clearly affected by the idea. it doesn't make sense - lestat would have to drain him multiple times to leave so many marks, and that would leave adam in recovery for days - but the thought alone is overpowering enough to make the human shed all reason. ]
[ laughter ripples through adam's mind, lestat's delight obvious. the ghost of his lips pressed to the corner of the mortal's mouth, the memory of the sensation as a gesture of its own.]
Perhaps not to that extent. But since you are so eager to be my victim in front of your parents, oui.
[ the sensation catches adam off guard, a hand flying to press against his skin as he gasps in surprise. he's only just begun getting used to having lestat's voice in his head; this is something entirely new.
his blood thrums in his veins. can lestat hear that, too? adam's hunger, his desire? ]
I want you to show them the kind of person I really am. Show them I'm the degenerate they always said I was.
[ anger sizzles through his words, but stronger than that is his need to be taken by lestat in any way the vampire sees fit. ]
[ there's the lick of anger, of desire. that bite lestat so cherishes, self preservation in the most primal way. his approval is a soothing wave cascading back to adam, rippling.]
My degenerate, a cherished boy. My desecration of your body will be that of mutual worship, an offering accepted on my sacred ground. A joyful corruption in spite of their horror.
[ what is it about lestat that makes adam feel so confident? at first he was terrified of the blond, even before he knew the truth about his vampiric legacy. but as they've grown closer something adam never expected has happened: he's gained lestat's respect, somehow, and that's come along with his encouragement, his desire for adam to live as true to himself as possible.
he feels free. freer than he ever has. strange, that it's happened as a result of chaining himself to this beautiful, wicked man. a flurry of emotions stirs in his chest as he listens to lestat, more powerful than a hurricane. anger. hunger. lust. pride. desperation. terror. wonder.
he thinks it without thinking it, says it without meaning to say it; in his head, on his lips, quiet and deadly and true -- ]
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EHEHEHE maybe i'll get a lestat one to match LMAO
idk I just feel like. most of them are pretty good looking too
i'm not sexy like u are either
[ but he isn't unhappy at all about the prospect of lestat kissing him in front of so many people - including his parents. ]
idk if i told u
but
i left home bc my dad hated the fact that i liked guys
so he'd probably go nuts if we actually did that
[ a pause, then -- ]
he says he isn't mad about it any more but i don't trust him
doooo it now I gotta find a subtle adam one...
the poor make up artist catching glimpses of his phone screen is very bewildered at the images she's seeing.]
Ah, I am familiar with the type. My own father and brothers were only too eager to attempt beating any perceived sensitivities out of me also.
That this persists today is not a surprise. I am only sorry it wounds you, dear heart.
Say the word and I will happily indulge in antagonising him further. He does not appreciate the treasured son he has driven away.
mine is... not subtle AT ALL LOL kfljflhj screaming my love for this soggy boy from the rooftops
i guess you would've had it rougher than me back then
fuckin assholes
[ his anger and anxiety is soothed for a moment by the sweet nickname: dear heart. he can't help but smile at that, and it comforts him more than lestat knows.
...well, unless lestat is reading his mind. ]
i should probably at least try to play nice
that all happened a long time ago
but tell you what
if he even so much as starts thinking about being a dick, you can fuck around with him however you want
just don't like. kill him. okay? my mom would be sad
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it's nothing that they have discussed before, but lestat found himself eager to continue boosting adam's confidence. perhaps dressing him up for his own enjoyment would allow for this to develop quicker. and of course, he would take great enjoyment in admiring his handiwork. ]
It was so long ago, cher, no doubt your wounds are far fresher. It would be effortless to humiliate your father in front of such a large audience - no doubt that watching his son be debased by such a well known deviant like myself would be mortifying enough.
Perhaps if we are clever, we will set headlines that will follow him long after the ringing cheers of the audience fade from his ears.
[ a pause, then: ]
What are you wearing?
those links!!! 💦
no, right now adam is preoccupied with the war going on between his head and his heart. he knows he should try to behave, to make amends - but the devil on his shoulder (who happens to look very similar to lestat) is telling him to say fuck it and do what he really wants. ]
why is it kinda hot thinking about you trying to humiliate him? lol
if you pull me up on stage i won't resist
[ the question makes him laugh, though his response isn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world: ]
just jeans and one of your tour shirts
i keep finding all of my shirts have been cut off at the waist for some reason 😒
what do you want me to be wearing?
heuheu
[ a devious little smile on his face as he texts, picturing adam wriggling under his roaming hands, all shy despite his arousal. perhaps with a pretty lace crop top and jockstrap - the sheer intricate designs truly did fit his pale skin beautifully.]
It is a crime to continue to hide that gorgeous waist of yours. I am simply altering your clothing to show off one of your best assets.
Mm, I am simply curious. While I am charmed by your usual adornments, shall we elevate it for tonight?
A peek of a leather harness, for one. To show off your pretty chest and toned arms, mon beau.
obsessed w both the thought of lestat dressing Adam in his own clothes & buying clothes FOR him
as long as you keep buying me clothes i guess it's fine
plus u look cute when u wear them :p so i can't be too mad about it
a harness??
[ he swallows. it's not a bad idea - and his dad would definitely be pissed off to see him wearing anything other than his t-shirt and jeans. hell, he'd probably even hate that. there was no pleasing the guy.
so... what the hell? why not go all out? ]
u wanna show me off right?
why not make me wear it and then take it off of me
on stage?
he loves a little outfit OK!!!
It will take all of my self restraint to not taste you right there in that moment.
and I love him for it!! make adam your barbie girl lestat!!!
but your fans will like it
and so will i
[ he pauses. how far is he willing to take this? ]
you can
if you want
in front of everyone
too LATE adam gets no choice in this
Especially if you are truly willing to be my blood bag on stage. The visuals will be stunning; I may have to waste a little blood for the theatrics, however.
Of course, you may opt out at any time. But there will be nothing to fear, I will hold you and keep you steady.
😈✨
i am
i want to
i want you to show them i belong to you
[ the fans. his parents.
armand. ]
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You belong to me?
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do you want me to?
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I want to hear you say it.
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his next message isn’t a text; it’s a voice recording. he sounds soft, breathless, much like he does when lestat is pressed close up against him. ]
I belong to you, Lestat. All of me belongs to you.
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That's my good boy, so obedient. You are mine, Adam. Mine to claim over and over in front of whomever I please.
[ his tone carries many things; smugness, desire, a rampant possessiveness, swelling affection. it's easy to imagine that if they were face to face, lestat would be holding adam's jaw, flexing his control. ]
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Promise?
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I promise. Mine.
Are you insecure, chéri? Are my teeth marks in your neck not a tender enough assurance?
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They're enough, [ he thinks, eyes sliding shut as he tries to block everything else out, tries to make it easier to send his thoughts through the air somehow. ]
I just like hearing you say it. And... I want you to show everyone.
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I think you may need more reminders. There are many more places on your body I wish to drink from, that I will leave to heal slowly, to bruise.
I look forward to your whimpers when I show my adoring fans my teeth marks in your thighs, your chest.
[ an image now, a suggestion pushed:
lestat pressed against adam's back, stretching him out against him with a single hand on his neck, the other hand rucking up adam's shirt to reveal bite marks to a crowd. teeth prints around a flushed and abused nipple, on the slender dip of his waist, above the jut of his hip bone. lestat's voice a dark undercurrent in his ear, whispering praise mixed with filth.]
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it's so strong that it forces adam to sit, teeth digging into his lower lip, breath coming quicker now. ]
Tonight?
[ there's a hurriedness to his thoughts now, clearly affected by the idea. it doesn't make sense - lestat would have to drain him multiple times to leave so many marks, and that would leave adam in recovery for days - but the thought alone is overpowering enough to make the human shed all reason. ]
Will you really drink from me tonight? On stage?
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Perhaps not to that extent. But since you are so eager to be my victim in front of your parents, oui.
Try not to get too obviously hard on stage, hm?
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his blood thrums in his veins. can lestat hear that, too? adam's hunger, his desire? ]
I want you to show them the kind of person I really am. Show them I'm the degenerate they always said I was.
[ anger sizzles through his words, but stronger than that is his need to be taken by lestat in any way the vampire sees fit. ]
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My degenerate, a cherished boy. My desecration of your body will be that of mutual worship, an offering accepted on my sacred ground. A joyful corruption in spite of their horror.
nooo not that icon omg T_T <3
he feels free. freer than he ever has. strange, that it's happened as a result of chaining himself to this beautiful, wicked man. a flurry of emotions stirs in his chest as he listens to lestat, more powerful than a hurricane. anger. hunger. lust. pride. desperation. terror. wonder.
he thinks it without thinking it, says it without meaning to say it; in his head, on his lips, quiet and deadly and true -- ]
I love you, Lestat.
oughhh adam... 🥺🥺
have a novel in return AUGH <333
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these sadstat icons are gonna be the end of me T______T <3
ough they're both wet soggy boys ;wwww;
UWAAAA T____T I love themmmmmmm these poor lil guysss wehhhhh!!!
bundling them both up in a shared blanket...
ruffles their hair with a big fluffy towel!!
tw gabrielle....
asjkashklhf iM SCREAMING I LOVE THESE TWO T_T <3
birds of a feather billie ellish.mp3
how DARE you?!?!!?! 😭😭😭💖💖💖
how dare YOU
how dare WE 😭💖
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