[ 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.
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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.
[ that implication isn't quite as far off as adam might like... but that's not important right now!
adam wrinkles his nose as lestat continues to tease him, his hands moving more roughly now. they give one last, firm squeeze before sliding up and around lestat's hips, seeking out the fastenings in order to get them undone and out of the way. he even shifts back further, reducing the pressure on his erection, so the task is a little easier. ]
I'm not a one-pump chump, either, okay --
[ there's a bite of embarrassment to his words now; he's clearly a little flustered by the insinuation. in truth, he has no idea how long he'll be able to last once he's inside, has no clue how lestat will feel around him. ]
Get on your hands and knees, [ he says at last, shimmying all the way off of lestat's body but keeping his hands tight around the other's hips. ]
[ a small sound of surprise amongst the approving hums - the sudden unfastening of his pants definitely not what he expected when those hands slipped around. his grin remains though, very pleased at the returning indignation.
dutifully he hauls himself up onto all fours. wiggles his hips, teasing.]
Do you intend to take me through the leather, or shall I remove these?
[ adam's mind clings to that one little sound as lestat continues to tease him, acting every bit like the brat he's known to be. the question is seems designed specifically to goad adam even further and he grunts in response, unable to hide the fact that lestat has successfully gotten to him.
rather than answering, he lets his hands speak for him, reaching up once again to grasp the leather in his hands and yank forcefully downwards. it's so tight that the fabric seems to stick to lestat's legs, but with enough effort it peels away, revealing impossibly-smooth skin.
adam shoves the fabric down until it bunches around the other's knees. then, without further warning, he raises a hand and delivers a sharp smack across one of lestat's asscheeks. ]
[ oh he's absolutely smug as anything at successfully getting to adam, grinning to himself as the leather is peeled from his haunches. brat that he was, he did not even consider the potential for the type of retaliation that comes.
the slap to his ass jolts him and he squeaks, affronted. immediately he twists to look over his shoulder at the younger man in disbelief.]
Excuse me?! [ even if his tone was wildly offended, the high blush that spreads to his face and the twitch of his dick hanging between his legs is a good indication that no boundary has been overstepped.]
[ the reaction sends a rush of adrenaline through adam, his lips splitting into a shit-eating grin as lestat's head whips around to stare at him, clearly taken completely off guard. ]
Excuse you?
[ adam's palm rubs over the reddening skin, his eyes locked with lestat's. as he stares the vampire down he delivers a second sharp slap to the other cheek, the sound bouncing off the walls of the trailer. ]
Don't pretend like you don't deserve this. Acting like a brat all the time, thinking you're so high and fuckin' mighty.
[ the soothing touch really shouldn't have made him relax the way it did, but even as he scowls at adam, the sudden tension fades, body implicitly trusting that reassuring hand. it makes the next hit only more effective.
he doesn't jump as much at the next slap, though his cheeks burn and he makes a strangled sound high in his throat. ]
I-I do not deserve this?! Are you going to fuck me, or do you plan to just subject me to this school boy spanking?
[ even so, he leans back very slightly to offer his ass for another hit, arching his back prettily. apparently all attention was good attention. ]
[ part of adam wants to laugh at just how indignant a simple spanking has made lestat, how he questions the very treatment that his body is clearly enjoying. but laughter would break the spell of dominance that's settling over the mortal, and so he swallows it down, instead speaking in a rougher tone. ]
You're such a greedy prick, [ he bites out - the words are cruel, but he's still grinning, making it clear that he doesn't mean them in earnest. ] Maybe I shouldn't fuck you after all. I dunno if you deserve it.
[ but he's moving anyway, reaching over to the nightstand to fish out a half-empty bottle of lube. he keeps one hand on the small of lestat's back, possessive, fingertips scraping along his spine. ]
[ no additional smack comes and lestat whines softly, though from the lack of impact or from adam's words - who could say? the hand pressing into his lower back though, that feels good. he huffs, mollified by adam moving to grab something at least. ]
I felt your own greedy prick hard against me - you cannot say that you do not wish to indulge.
[ he lowers his upper body onto his elbows just so he could draw more attention to how lovely the dip of his waist was, the pretty length of his back. vain creature. he wiggles his hips again, eager for more contact, more temptations for adam. ]
[ there's something addictive about having lestat under adam's control for once. it's such a different dynamic than usual that even the little snipes lestat tries to take, the way he attempts to tease, don't hit home nearly as powerfully as they typically would.
when he returns with lube in hand, however, it takes adam a full few seconds to compose himself. lestat's body is illegally beautiful, slender in all the right places. adam's fingers trace over the cleft of his ass, staring openly; when he speaks again, his tone is rougher, clearly affected by the view he's being treated to. ]
It's a good thing you're so fuckin' pretty.
[ without another word he uncaps the bottle and pours the cool liquid directly into the space between lestat's asscheeks, thumb following quickly to press at his entrance, ensuring a good amount is spread around the area. ]
[ the coldness of the lube against his hole makes lestat swear against the blankets, a grumbled complaint immediately dying in his mouth at the press of adam's thumb. he sighs at the sensation, pressing his face into the soft blankets below.
it's been a little while since he's been treated to this, but he's not unfamiliar with bottoming in the slightest. most were very happy for him to take the lead, taking one look at his considerable dick and wanting to take a ride on him instead. a shame, since lestat was nothing but enthusiastic and very vocal about his enjoyment.
he's quite adept at relaxing himself bit by bit, his muscles loosening, hips hinging back to press into the intruding digit. back arching obscenely already, golden curls pooling across his shoulder blades, cock hanging heavy and thick between his legs. he'll try to press the thumb deeper into his rim with little dips back, humming with each successful slip inside.]
Feels good - if I were not pretty - [ his cock head brushes over the furred blanket below as he widens his legs in an attempt to leverage back better and his breath catches.] - would you fuck me harder? Pull my hair like a whore?
[ the grin is back in his voice, hot and working himself up. evidently emboldened by the obvious lust roughening adam's voice, his confidence is returning quickly. ]
[ the little sounds lestat makes, the way he presses that pretty face into the pillows - it's a nice sight, and adam wonders why he hasn't tried this sooner. from this angle, lestat looks like he was made to be fucked.
his body feels much the same. his ass muscles loosen much more quickly than adam expects; his own body always takes longer, no matter how turned on he gets. is it because of all the experience lestat has? how many times has he done this, really? it's mesmerizing, the way adam's thumb slides deeper, all the way to the knuckle and soon after to the base.
he fucks lestat like that for a moment, distracted only by the breathy sound of his voice, the way his breath catches on the syllables. adam's cock twitches at the provocation and that rough edge in his own voice sharpens further, the fingers of his free hand clutching lestat's hip harshly. ]
Why shouldn't I fuck you like a whore anyway? A pretty little whore, opening up so easy for me.
[ without warning he slides his thumb out, only to immediately replace it with not one but two fingers, shoving them as deep as lestat's body allows before scissoring them back and forth. ]
[ the swift removal and replacement of more fingers draws a pleased rumble from the blond. his body accepts the new stretch easily, as warm with blood and arousal as he is. it's true, he is opening up well under adam's tender care. the thought of adam calling him a whore of all things makes him bury a grin into the furred blanket below, delighted.]
I can take more, chérie.
[ he croons, grinding back onto those scissoring fingers. there's a slight resistance, though he finds the burn pleasant. most of all he just wants more, greedy to be filled by adam's cock, to squeeze around him and feel him shudder.]
C'mon, I know you want to just push into me. Have I not made you endure worse?
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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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adam wrinkles his nose as lestat continues to tease him, his hands moving more roughly now. they give one last, firm squeeze before sliding up and around lestat's hips, seeking out the fastenings in order to get them undone and out of the way. he even shifts back further, reducing the pressure on his erection, so the task is a little easier. ]
I'm not a one-pump chump, either, okay --
[ there's a bite of embarrassment to his words now; he's clearly a little flustered by the insinuation. in truth, he has no idea how long he'll be able to last once he's inside, has no clue how lestat will feel around him. ]
Get on your hands and knees, [ he says at last, shimmying all the way off of lestat's body but keeping his hands tight around the other's hips. ]
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dutifully he hauls himself up onto all fours. wiggles his hips, teasing.]
Do you intend to take me through the leather, or shall I remove these?
[ for all of his mocking, he's clearly excited.]
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rather than answering, he lets his hands speak for him, reaching up once again to grasp the leather in his hands and yank forcefully downwards. it's so tight that the fabric seems to stick to lestat's legs, but with enough effort it peels away, revealing impossibly-smooth skin.
adam shoves the fabric down until it bunches around the other's knees. then, without further warning, he raises a hand and delivers a sharp smack across one of lestat's asscheeks. ]
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the slap to his ass jolts him and he squeaks, affronted. immediately he twists to look over his shoulder at the younger man in disbelief.]
Excuse me?! [ even if his tone was wildly offended, the high blush that spreads to his face and the twitch of his dick hanging between his legs is a good indication that no boundary has been overstepped.]
HEHEHE brat taming time 😈
Excuse you?
[ adam's palm rubs over the reddening skin, his eyes locked with lestat's. as he stares the vampire down he delivers a second sharp slap to the other cheek, the sound bouncing off the walls of the trailer. ]
Don't pretend like you don't deserve this. Acting like a brat all the time, thinking you're so high and fuckin' mighty.
rubs my greedy little hands together...
he doesn't jump as much at the next slap, though his cheeks burn and he makes a strangled sound high in his throat. ]
I-I do not deserve this?! Are you going to fuck me, or do you plan to just subject me to this school boy spanking?
[ even so, he leans back very slightly to offer his ass for another hit, arching his back prettily. apparently all attention was good attention. ]
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You're such a greedy prick, [ he bites out - the words are cruel, but he's still grinning, making it clear that he doesn't mean them in earnest. ] Maybe I shouldn't fuck you after all. I dunno if you deserve it.
[ but he's moving anyway, reaching over to the nightstand to fish out a half-empty bottle of lube. he keeps one hand on the small of lestat's back, possessive, fingertips scraping along his spine. ]
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I felt your own greedy prick hard against me - you cannot say that you do not wish to indulge.
[ he lowers his upper body onto his elbows just so he could draw more attention to how lovely the dip of his waist was, the pretty length of his back. vain creature. he wiggles his hips again, eager for more contact, more temptations for adam. ]
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when he returns with lube in hand, however, it takes adam a full few seconds to compose himself. lestat's body is illegally beautiful, slender in all the right places. adam's fingers trace over the cleft of his ass, staring openly; when he speaks again, his tone is rougher, clearly affected by the view he's being treated to. ]
It's a good thing you're so fuckin' pretty.
[ without another word he uncaps the bottle and pours the cool liquid directly into the space between lestat's asscheeks, thumb following quickly to press at his entrance, ensuring a good amount is spread around the area. ]
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it's been a little while since he's been treated to this, but he's not unfamiliar with bottoming in the slightest. most were very happy for him to take the lead, taking one look at his considerable dick and wanting to take a ride on him instead. a shame, since lestat was nothing but enthusiastic and very vocal about his enjoyment.
he's quite adept at relaxing himself bit by bit, his muscles loosening, hips hinging back to press into the intruding digit. back arching obscenely already, golden curls pooling across his shoulder blades, cock hanging heavy and thick between his legs. he'll try to press the thumb deeper into his rim with little dips back, humming with each successful slip inside.]
Feels good - if I were not pretty - [ his cock head brushes over the furred blanket below as he widens his legs in an attempt to leverage back better and his breath catches.] - would you fuck me harder? Pull my hair like a whore?
[ the grin is back in his voice, hot and working himself up. evidently emboldened by the obvious lust roughening adam's voice, his confidence is returning quickly. ]
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his body feels much the same. his ass muscles loosen much more quickly than adam expects; his own body always takes longer, no matter how turned on he gets. is it because of all the experience lestat has? how many times has he done this, really? it's mesmerizing, the way adam's thumb slides deeper, all the way to the knuckle and soon after to the base.
he fucks lestat like that for a moment, distracted only by the breathy sound of his voice, the way his breath catches on the syllables. adam's cock twitches at the provocation and that rough edge in his own voice sharpens further, the fingers of his free hand clutching lestat's hip harshly. ]
Why shouldn't I fuck you like a whore anyway? A pretty little whore, opening up so easy for me.
[ without warning he slides his thumb out, only to immediately replace it with not one but two fingers, shoving them as deep as lestat's body allows before scissoring them back and forth. ]
adam in the last icon, same
I can take more, chérie.
[ he croons, grinding back onto those scissoring fingers. there's a slight resistance, though he finds the burn pleasant. most of all he just wants more, greedy to be filled by adam's cock, to squeeze around him and feel him shudder.]
C'mon, I know you want to just push into me. Have I not made you endure worse?