[ can lestat tell that this confidence is new? does he know, somehow, that it's because of him? his attention, his affection, his words. the sight of him biting into ned's neck flashes across the forefront of adam's mind just as he presses a finger inside and he whimpers sharply, toes curling against the sheets.
why does he like it? that awful image. why does it make him look up at lestat with an even deeper hunger? ]
Want you,
[ he murmurs, desire overpowering him again as he fucks himself open, fingers moving too quickly. he presses another inside and whines as his hole burns with the stretch; he stares at lestat, the lestat that's here in front of him and the lestat in that bathroom, mouth covered in blood, rage in his eyes.
protecting him. killing for him.
the squelching sound of the lubricant fills the trailer as adam prepares himself, joined by soft little moans that grow in intensity as his movements quicken. ]
[ adam's words burn under his skin, stoking the lust already simmering away. the sight was magnificent; each motion of fingertips played out over such an expressive face, fucking himself open for lestat to witness. for him and him alone, each pretty moan and discomfort at the hurried stretch.
without thinking, lestat has taken a step forward, half kneeling atop the mattress now. he grabs one thigh, then the other, pushing them back to further expose the young man's rear, holding him open.
looking down on adam, his eyes are dark and half lidded with desire, locked on the fingers working in and out of that slick hole. the sounds are maddening, making his cock jerk between his legs involuntarily.
slowly, then all at once, he doubles over to lick a stripe up the seam of adam's ballsack, up the root of his cock to the very tip. there, where it was pressed at the folded curve of his belly, he laps at the tip of the cock, rumbling happily at the taste.
[ the way lestat spreads him open is sudden and surprising; it sends a new rush of arousal through adam's blood, heightened by the fact that he's now even more clearly on display for the larger man. his fingers falter for just a second before continuing, scissoring inside himself as he wills his body to hurry up and relax.
how can he, though? how can he possibly relax when lestat is looking at him like that, when he's so obviously eager to push himself inside and take adam for himself? ]
Lest--ah-!!
[ a shout cuts adam off as he feels the rough texture of lestat's tongue against his sensitive skin and his toes curl again, held aloft like some whore, legs spread wide. his hips jerk as he feels lestat continue to lick at his skin, feels the vibration of that lion-like rumble fill the air between them.
he swallows. words bubble up in his chest that he cannot stop: ]
Your m-mouth --
[ he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, then presses his thumb against lestat's lips. the embarrassment on his face and in his voice is obvious as he continues: ]
[ so reactive, his adam. the little jerk of his hips only pushes lestat's mouth firmer against the line of his cock, earning an amused sound from the blonde.
the stammered words has him pausing, eyes lifting up to watch the embarrassment plain on adam's face. the thumb pressing at his lips is enveloped easily, a wet tongue seeking out the pad of the offered finger to press at, tasting the salt there. a moment of gentle suction, then a strangled sound in reaction to adam's breathy request.
the digit falls from his lips as he jerks his head back, staring down adam and taking in each hint of flushed arousal. no wicked grin this time in response, just a ravenous gaze boring holes into the other man.
lestat shifts very slightly, then lowers his head back to the warmth of the body below him. gaze unbreaking, wanting to devour every micro expression as his lips press to the untouched skin behind the soft sac of adam's balls, nose brushing there. each dip of his head is weighted, slow and reverent. from the tense grip he has on adam's legs, it's clear this is barely held restraint on his part, that urgent desire somehow bridled for now.
finally, the chemical slick of lubricant graces his lips, burning from the heat of the moral's core. the very slight lift of his head to meet adam's eyes once more, then lestat ducks his head back down to kiss at his rim, uncaring of the mess the lube made on his cheeks. the first swipe of his tongue has him groaning appreciatively at the flex of muscle underneath him. then, unable to curb his restraint for much longer, another open mouthed kiss, the firm press of his tongue rewarded with entry into the slick hole. the chemical taste of lube is everywhere, but so are pheremones and the sweet salty taste of adam's sweat, his skin. the blood is mouthwateringly close underneath the thin tissue, something that has the vampire's saliva pooling in his mouth, all licked lovingly into the tight pucker.
lestat will happily get lost there, lapping deep strokes into the offered hole. likely adam will need to tug his hair to get his attention, as his eyes are now closed and he's enjoying himself greatly.]
[ the feeling of lestat's mouth around his thumb makes adam whimper, but that sound quickly transforms into a weak cry as lestat stares down at him with those beautiful, terrifying eyes of his. he gazes upon adam much like a hungry animal would, an apex predator who's stumbled upon the perfect morsel. he doesn't smile and it's frightening, it's incredible, it leaves adam breathless and squirming and entirely at a loss.
there's nothing he can do but hold lestat's gaze, his heart pounding, as the other lowers his head, as his mouth and nose press up against the oversensitive skin hidden between adam's legs, exposed now for lestat and lestat alone. adam feels the way those claws barely manage to keep from breaking through the skin of his thighs and that earns another whimper, his face flushed the deepest shade of red it's ever reached.
and then, and then -- ]
Lestat-!!
[ he can't look any longer. adam's head whips back, pressing deep into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut, as he feels that tongue begin to play with his hole. the kisses, the barely-there swipes, and then at last the press of the muscle into adam's most intimate area. the feeling is overpowering and adam gets lost in it, too far gone to fight against the tide of arousal surging through him.
he has never asked for this before, not from any partner he's ever been with. he's imagined it, hoped for it, but in the end his shame always won out; why would anyone do something so depraved, so disgusting? yet here lestat is, licking at him eagerly, as though he's the most delicious thing in the world. after a moment adam forces his eyes to flutter open and he looks down, a deep groan rising in his chest at the sight that greets him.
lestat looks gorgeous like this. he is always gorgeous, of course, but there's something strangely peaceful about his expression, as though he's indulging in an activity he loves above all else. then again, maybe adam is imagining it; it's difficult to tell what's real, with the way his nerves are singing like the plucked strings of some ornate instrument. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Lestat, oh my god --
[ he's breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly as he feels his body give way. lestat's tongue cannot reach all the way inside yet it feels as though that's exactly what's happening, as though adam's body is being explored more thoroughly than ever before.
he reaches down, not to get lestat's attention but simply to card his fingers through that golden hair, a disbelieving grin touching his lips as he watches the vampire work. ]
[ fingers comb through lestat's hair, gentle reassurance despite the lewd gasps and curses heard above him. lestat's senses are full of adam - the taste of him, the feel of that ring of muscle trembling under his tongue. eagerly, he spreads adam wider to spear his tongue in and out of the man's hole. one hand tugging his cheeks wider to fit, the other palming over the velvet of adam's sac, his abandoned cock, a loose grip.
a gasp as he lifts his head, meeting adam's gaze. a mirroring smile curves at his mouth, even as his grip on adam's ass shifts to press a thumb into the rim of his hole. ]
[ small, shallow dips of the digit into the rim of him. his eyes flick from adam's face back down to watch. ]
Do you like this? Perhaps I should record you, to sample for my next album.
[ a pause. he leans back to spread adam wide, then spits directly onto the slick hole, watching the glob of saliva slip inside. three fingers press against the entrance, a warning before pushing inside roughly. lestat groans at the feeling of the tight hot warmth clenching around him, rocking his own erection into the sheets below. ]
[ the warm, wet pressure of the tongue dipping in and out of him makes adam writhe against the blankets, his body feeling as though it's been set alight. the way lestat looks and sounds as he does it only heightens the feeling, and by the time their eyes meet adam is can barely string two thoughts together.
the suggestion that lestat might commit these sounds to a recording, that the entire world could potentially hear the way adam moans his name, is equal parts shocking, shameful, and arousing. it's not impossible to believe that lestat would do it - his music is already filled with his own lewd sounds, his lyrics heavy with double entendres.
but adam doesn't get a chance to respond, because lestat's suddenly three fingers deep and adam's hole is just barely ready for it; it stretches him so fast that it burns and a cry wrings itself from him, his hands reaching to clutch at lestat as his body arches off the bed.
he doesn't want to wait. he doesn't care if it will hurt. ]
Please --
[ he stares down at lestat with big, dark eyes, expression needy and open-mouthed. ]
[ adam's voice drips with need and lestat could not possibly summon the willpower to resist. he's barely thinking of the human's limitations now, not with the pleas and the delicious arch of his back, the impossibly tight grip around the penetrating fingers. all that swam in his mind was getting into that squeezing heat, to feel adam spasm around him and cling to him like a lifeline.
the trio of digits tug free just as swiftly as they entered, leaving the bullied hole clutching around nothing for mere moments. a pop of a cap is the only warning before cold lubricant meets the exposed flesh, a generous dribble. then the thick weight of lestat's cock pressed against the skin, sliding down to meet the resistance of the puckered entrance with the thick blunt head of him. even just the tiniest inch of that heat around his tip has lestat's mouth falling open, fangs glistening.]
Try to relax cher, I will be as slow as I - [ almost involuntarily he has already begin to push in, bracing himself up against the mattress, body tense.] - f-fuck, hah!
[ to his credit, he is being as slow as he can manage. a glance down rewards him with a glimpse of the flared head of his cock vanishing inside adam's body and he groans, hair falling around his face as he bows his head. just as carefully as entering, he draws his hips back to edge out the head of his cock once more, just to press in a little faster this time, shallow dips into adam's body that gradually plunge deeper with each press back inside.]
[ once adam's this far gone, it's nigh impossible for him to resist whatever irrational urges cross his mind - and it seems lestat is much the same. the fingers aren't nearly enough; now that adam knows what the other man feels like when he's buried deep inside, his body can't help but crave it. ]
Fuck --
[ a sharp whine as the cold liquid dribbles over his hole, then a whimper as the head of lestat's cock comes to rest against it, pushing some of the lube inside. adam might not be stretched out enough but he presses his hips down anyway, eager to be penetrated at last.
his eyes flick upwards when lestat speaks and he can't help but stare, his gaze fixated on the way the vampire's fangs have extended, slick with saliva. try to relax lestat tells him and he does, he really tries, but there's only so much he can do when the thick head of him pushes inside. ]
Lestat-!
[ desperation, greed, masking whatever pain might accompany the stretch. he's breathing even more heavily now, body taut as lestat somehow manages to restrain himself from sliding in completely. adam's sweet little whimpers start back up again as lestat moves and he has to close his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hole steadily being worked open. ]
Good, [ he pants, one hand reaching up to cover his face, to tug at his own hair, as he tries to keep from begging for more. ] Feels good, fuck --
[ after the third shallow dip of his cock head past the tight ring of adam's hole, lestat is beginning to tremble with restraint. it's necessary though, he knows this, knows the thickest point of his dick will be midway and may tear the fragile flesh if he's not careful. this was an indulgence, but kinder indulgence than purely slamming home and leaving adam to cope with the consequences.
the little whines coming from below have him prying open his eyes to watch adam paw at his hair, hiding his face. a blend of affection and potent arousal washes through lestat. he presses himself back into the rim again, holding his breath to suppress any violent urges whilst studying the other's expression for each minute reaction, enraptured. the flared edges of his cock head slip through, sinking deeper and his breath leaves him in a rush as the resistance squeezes around him.]
Good, good - you're taking me so well - [ another inch sliding home, forearms quivering. he's not going to be pulling back out now, not when adam's body is enveloping him in that molten heat.] - breathe Adam, I'm gonna - [ a twitch of his hips and his control falters, sinking his full length into the base.
blood drips down onto adam's abdomen, stark red droplets splattering across his ribcage, the dip in his sternum. lestat has bitten clean through his bottom lip, the blood running in rivulets down his chin. his eyes squeezed shut, he pants one deep breath, then another and looks down at the other man with wide blue eyes.]
Fuck, Adam, I - [ a tremor through his body as he obviously struggles to remain still, fighting the urge to begin rutting into the heat of the body below him.
shaky, he lowers his upper body carefully to envelop the younger man. he seemingly ignores the mending hole in his lip and instead begins to press worried, apologetic kisses to adam's jaw and throat, leaving bloody smears across the stark pale of his skin.]
[ it's clear that they're both struggling at this point - lestat to restrain himself, adam to take what he's given. the fact that the blond is trying so hard to keep from hurting him is sweet, sweet in a way adam cannot fully comprehend in this moment because he is too overwhelmed. as lestat sinks an inch deeper once more he lets out a torn cry, wanting more, wishing his body could just hurry up and relax.
lestat's voice, filled with praise, washes over him and it makes him whimper, biting his lip as the affection in those words surges through him. adam's fairly certain that he'll never get over how different lestat is than he expected, especially when they're doing this: he's so careful, so aware of his partner's needs - but then, is he like that with everyone? the groupies he used to fuck, did he treat them this kindly?
emotions he can't handle rush up into adam's chest, overtaking him, and at that same moment lestat suddenly sinks deeper and deeper all at once until he's buried in the tight heat of adam's body and it's so much, too much, but it's good it feels so good -- ]
Lestat -- !!
[ a wail. sharp, keening, desperate. adam's eyes fly open only to see thick red blood dripping down onto his skin and he stares, disbelieving, at lestat's face, at the way he has mauled himself in his efforts to keep from hurting the mortal beneath him. the blue of his eyes is as wide as the sky and ten times more brilliant.
the scent of his blood settles into the air as he lowers himself to press their bodies together, filling adam's nose with the sharp coppery essence as he begins to press kisses along the column of adam's throat.
Do you hurt?
it hurts. it hurts, but he doesn't care. adam can feel the way his body spasms around the thick length inside of him, trying so hard to accommodate the intrusion; he can feel the way it seems to suck lestat deeper with every minute shift of their bodies, unwilling to let go despite the discomfort. he smells the blood again and remembers how lestat looked back in that bathroom, how he'd hurt those terrible men, how the blood had dripped from his chin as he kissed adam on the cold concrete. ]
Lestat --
[ the name tumbles from his lips, strangled by emotion. his hands grasp at the other's face, pulling him back so that adam can look at him: he is bloody once more, coated in his own undeath, and he is beautiful.
adam tugs his face close and kisses him, his tongue sliding out eagerly to lick at the blood, to brush over the half-healed wound. he moans at the taste and his entire body shudders, gripping lestat even tighter; his legs lift to wrap around the other's waist, keeping him there, not willing to let go. ]
[ lestat can't help the reach of his mind in worry, any more than he could help the buck of his body into the smaller man - plunging deeper than usual into the surface of adam's mind to seek reassurance. a puzzling series of images in return; the neon lights of the club bathroom, his own beastial visage drawing close, marking adam in a gory kiss. but also, the struggle between pain and pleasure, the animal panic of the sudden stretch. lestat's brow furrows in concern even as adam looks at him with those huge shining eyes, gorgeous and so vulnerable.
he wants to reach down and take the abandoned cock between them in hand, give adam more pleasure to out weigh the pain, but then he is locked in a kiss. the heat of a tongue swipes over his mouth. it takes him a second to realise that the sound adam makes is due to the taste of blood in his mouth, his body clenching around lestat's cock.
a mirroring moan is squeezed out of the vampire. his dick throbs inside the tight vice surrounding him, the brush of tongue over his fresh wound making his brain short circuit for a split second. then his body ticks into gear and he braces, a small warning before he arches back his hips, length sliding out partway. a choked animal sound rumbles into the kiss as he thrusts back home, slamming into the tight hole in a long deep stroke. again, and again, ploughing until he's panting into adam's open mouth, the meat of his balls slapping audibly with each movement.]
[ perhaps it's wrong to remember such terrible things while in the throes of pleasure - but adam is not exactly a good person, and the things he likes are not always healthy. even as lestat reads his mind he keeps imagining that scene, over and over again: the expression on ned's face as he's bitten, the anger in lestat's eyes, the blood spilling out everywhere. in his memory, there is much, much more than compared to reality. he had been frightened by it then, but now -- ]
Lestat, Lestat -- !!
[ it tastes good. it feels as though he's licking lestat's very soul, drinking each droplet down greedily. for a moment adam's tongue presses in, and then through, that hole in the other's lip and it makes him cry out again, overwhelmed by the feeling.
he cries out also because lestat has begun to fuck him in earnest, because his body is not ready but takes it nevertheless. the pain dulls to an ache as pleasure mounts inside of him, radiating out from his ass up into his belly and then spreading to the rest of him, all the way out into his fingertips. the sound of their skin slapping together heightens the feeling and adam sobs desperately, his legs squeezing even tighter around lestat's waist as he tries to hold on. ]
Please please please, fuck-!
[ he doesn't know what he's asking for. the pleas are muffled by the press of lestat's mouth against his own, still so close, sharing that blood. ]
[ there's a distant part of lestat that sounds suspiciously like armand that cries out in alarm at how eagerly that tongue laves at his wound. that the dangerous draw to his violence was not right, not the type of fear that keeps mortals and immortals separated well as they should, that mortals should keep their lamb-like innocence as long as possible. but the louder, stronger part of lestat buzzes with a thrill at the corruption, the sinful indulgence of adam succumbing to the decadence found in the blood. penetrating his flesh even as he roughly enters him, pressing a curious tongue against his raw wound and making his nerves sing.
adam's legs tighten around him, adding more resistance to the rhythm of his hips, sucking him deeper into the welcoming heat of his body. it's an unconscious movement now, the vampire fucking open the tightness of his ill prepared hole, groaning loud at the feeling of the tight clench slowly relaxing. each cry is swallowed greedily by his mouth, a returning pant and indulgent lick into the bloody heat. his fangs are still unsheathed and unwieldy, somehow not tearing the flesh of adam's lips just yet. the urge is there though, the base need to mate like vampires do, indulging in the sensuality of rending each other bloody, to taste each other down to the essence.
the unbidden thought makes lestat's eyes grow huge and dark, swimming black voids staring down at the young man writhing under him. it's but for a moment, the snap of his hips plunging his cock in to the hilt and faltering as he wrestles with his impulses. an agonising moment of stillness, then he lifts up his own wrist to sink the full length of his fangs into his flesh, blood immediately trickling down his pale forearm.
the relief is instant. lestat moans into the bite, grinding himself in slow torturous circles inside the other man. inside, the jump of his cock is obvious, his body's reflex to feeding that primal instinct. it's not adam's blood, but it's enough to sate the monstrous need inside him, to clench his jaws down on something. ]
[ the sheer physicality of lestat's body is overwhelming, his strength apparent with each slap of his hips against adam's thighs and ass. even if they hadn't prepared his body thoroughly enough adam can feel himself giving way more and more with every thrust, can tell that his body is becoming more pliant with every second that passes. the pain is worth it for the pleasure mounting quicker and quicker inside him, for the way it makes lestat groan in response.
by the time their mouths part adam is gasping wetly, the taste and scent of blood mingling with sex now to fill the air around them, a den of vice and decadence. there is nothing adam wants more than this, to be filled and fucked until lestat is satisfied, to be used by him in any way he chooses. to give his life, even, if lestat asked for it.
he watches as the vampire's eyes grow dark, fear rising in his chest; his expression shifts to one of terrified wonder, as though looking at a beautiful creature who is about to devour him. then again, that may just be exactly what lestat is; he looks hungry, hungry in a way adam has never seen.
then lestat stills, suddenly and without warning, long enough to make adam whine in both confusion as well as impatience - before he's suddenly hurting himself again, those long fangs sinking deep into his own flesh, blood bright against his pale skin. he bites himself and he grinds deeper into adam and the boy beneath him can do little more than cry out sharply, eyes locked onto the place where that blood pools and drips, body convulsing as desire takes hold of all his senses. ]
L-Lestat --
[ he's breathless now as he raises himself onto shaky elbows, his neck stretching as he reaches with his mouth and tongue to lick at those crimson rivulets. one of his hand comes up as well to grasp lestat's thick forearm and he closes his eyes, moaning hungrily, as he laps at the bitter essence. it does not taste good but to adam it's as sweet as honey, as tempting as wine; he cannot get enough. ]
[ a bizarre sensation as usual, to feel his own sinew and tendons trying valiantly to knit back together between his teeth, the scrape of his own fang singing against the bone. but it sates the predatory need to tear through flesh, to work his jaws against something meaty, to rip out the closest thing to a jugular. a monstrous violence often saved for the most depraved sessions of fucking and feeding between dark creatures, now domesticated into this act of self mutilation. his senses hum in an approving chord, his own pulped flesh stinging a secondary staccato of pain that begins to blur into a fine composition of sensation.
the warm tongue licking at his skin goes completely unnoticed for a few seconds of bliss until adam grips his forearm. automatically, he growls deep in his throat but complies, twisting so that his companion could partake in the blood too. it feels good, feels correct that his lover should be licking it from his skin. better than that - he should be the one biting down and enjoying the hot taste of lestat's pleasure in the blood, tasting the depths of his emotion and seeing what he did not have the proper words to convey.
dutifully, hazily, he unhooks his fangs from the mess of snapped tendons and exposed bone. panting hot as he offers it to adam without thinking, wanting badly to feel the other man's mouth on his raw flesh.
it's only at the last second that his brain snaps back into the moment and he makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, eyes still huge, thin blue moons behind the shadow of the sun. ]
Wait, Adam - you shouldn't -
i need u to know that reply was fucking POETRY anyway he's some bloodplay 😈💖
[ lestat's warning comes a moment too late; adam is already groaning against the torn flesh of his arm, accepting what's been offered without even a hint of resistance. it's wrong, degrading, disgusting, but he's so lost in the haze of lust clouding his mind that he cannot stop.
his fingers tighten around lestat's blood-smeared skin as his tongue laves over the wound, eagerly tasting the deeper, more intense streams of blood that spurt from severed veins and snapped tendons. it's strange - he can feel and see the way lestat's arm repairs itself even as he mouths deeper into the injury, almost fighting to take what he can before he's forced out.
but those fangs have sunk deep, deep enough to make the healing process a long once, and so adam is allowed the time necessary to probe and suck as he wishes. his other hand joins the first, this one curling around lestat's wrist in order to hold his arm steady as adam fully embraces this newfound desire to taste his very essence. he cannot feel the things that a vampire would but he knows lestat must like it, seeing him so hungry, so willing to drink.
a sharp whimper punctuates his moaning as his tongue hits bone and his eyes go wide, at once frightened and awestruck; he looks up to see that lestat's expression is much the same, his pupils dilated hugely. it's only then that adam finally pulls his lips away, now entirely covered in deep red that drips from his chin onto their bodies. ]
Le--
[ he has to swallow; there is so much in his mouth that he cannot speak clearly. his stare is one of wonder as he realizes what he's just done, what he wishes he could do: bite down and drink, the way lestat does. the way other vampires do.
it's a terrifying thought - but not a sobering one. not in the least. ]
PLEASE i am shaking your hand vigorously and writing you into my will for our combined galaxy brains
[ lestat cannot help it, the feeling of that probing tongue, the lips moving to taste and drink and suck at his mauled flesh has him grinding his cock in slow, agonising circles, so painfully hard he's throbbing. it's difficult to maintain the same level to alarm with the absolute vision before him; adam's pale face streaked with crimson, eyes closed in esctasy whilst buried in his open wound, tonguing it almost lewdly. obscene, for a human to be indulging in this. lestat loved it.
the look of shock and the reflexive swallow breaks the trance finally. lestat is surging back before adam can speak, clasping his face in both hands and licking the gore from his mouth urgently, nerves electric and desire pulsing in his throat. an animal growl at the taste of himself mingled with adam, nearly there but not quite. before the thought even registers in his mind he's nipping at the tongue in the other man's mouth, causing fresh blood to trickle and mix together in their heated kiss.
lestat's hips press deep once again as he tastes their combined flavour, the echoes of the human in his own blood mingling once again with his lover's mortal life force. adam's awe and terror there, the traces of the unspoken desire to feed as he does, to share in the blood fully. lestat captures the tip of his tongue between his lips, sucks the puncture wound and groans. finally, finally, he eases himself from being buried entirely inside of the other man's hole, dragging himself out to the rim of muscle just to slam himself back in ruthlessly, fuelled by a overwhelming blood lust and need for the younger man now.]
Adam - [ hes breathless, murmuring his name like a prayer against bloody lips. licking back inside to taste and rumbling his approval despite the initial reluctance.]
Am I corrupting you, Adam?
[ somehow he does not sound man about that. a low sound in his throat as a warning before he clutches the other man tight by the waist and flips them, his own back to the mattress now so he can fuck up into the other man, using gravity to tug him down onto his cock as deep as possible.]
EHEHEHE <333 something something pressed up against your longing (for whump) lkhjfgkjhgk
[ the press and grind of lestat's cock brings adam back to the present, another whimper rising in his throat as his abused hole clenches tight around the other's length. he can feel how hard lestat is, can feel the way he's absolutely throbbing, and it sends a thrill of pride through adam, knowing that he's managed this.
he's unprepared for the kiss but gives in easily, his moan lost against lestat's tongue as the vampire claims him hungrily. breathing is more difficult now that all of adam's senses are clogged with the smell taste sound feeling of blood, of viscera; for a moment his vision darkens around the edges and he thinks he might pass out just like this, with lestat rutting against him, with those teeth and tongue claiming his mouth the way an apex predator would devour its prey.
-- but then the sharp press of fangs causes a surge of adrenaline to awaken him, his eyes flying open in shock. he doesn't fight against it but the moans he lets out now are tinged with cries of pain, not enough to make him stop, just enough to show that he feels it. lestat sucks at his tongue and it's good, dangerously good all by itself; when he starts pressing in deeper it's nearly too much. ]
Fuck--!!
[ tears are stinging the edges of adam's eyes by the time their mouths part. he's barely given any warning before lestat's strong hands grasp his waist and their positions are suddenly reversed; the motion, along with the power of gravity, pushes lestat's thick cock even deeper and adam's head tips back, a half-sob, half-cry wrenching itself from his chest. ]
[ with adam's blood fresh on his tongue, the arch of the young man's throat before him is too gorgeous to resist. one hand flies up to grab adam's neck, albeit rougher than he intended, pulling him downwards so he could sink his teeth into him, urgent. it's selfish, this he knows distantly even as he moans around the wound, accidentally causing his fangs to inch in and out with the motion. a perverse replicant of other penetrations; the thick length of his cock burying into the young man over and over.
he can taste it - the adrenaline pumping through the man's lanky frame, the blend of desperate desire and fear, disgust and mortification. it's what has him reaching between their bodies to grasp adam's cock, simply holding it and allowing momentum to slip his hand along the length, jerking him in time with his thrusts. overwhelming in its entirety; lestat's orgasm hits him without warning, tipped over the edge by the bloody indulgence, the deep connection under skin and flesh.
despite the gutteral, painful moan that erupts from his maw and the way his dick throbs thick hot spurts deep into the other man, his pace does not falter in the slightest. he drinks greedily from adam's throat whilst still bouncing him on his lap, eager to consume as much as the mortal could give.]
[ later, adam will cradle the wounds in his neck and know that he will never be able to blame lestat for taking what he wants from the mortal. later, he will fall into sleep thinking of nothing but the press of those fangs against his flesh. later, he will dream about a life where his own teeth grow sharp and plunge into lestat's neck in turn.
right now, all he can do is cry out. over and over, unintelligible words mixed with lestat's name, desperate and ridiculously loud. he's caught between lestat's mouth and his cock, his body penetrated twice over, and the mix of pain and pleasure that rushes through him is so intense he cannot think clearly.
lestat's hand closes around him and it's not much but it's enough; he comes in tandem with the blond, his own cock jerking and twitching against the other's long fingers, wet splashes of white fluid streaking the sharp musculature of his abdomen.
he comes, and he comes, and still lestat fucks up into him, still the blood pumps from his neck. his entire upper body is covered, now, mouth and chin and chest, streaks of red smeared all over like paint on a canvas. the press of lestat's cock so deep milks him repeatedly; even after the orgasm has passed over him semen leaks from his tip, dribbling over lestat's nails as adam whimpers pathetically on top of him. ]
[ adam's orgasm crashes around him, an assault on all of his senses. flowing onto his tongue, thick as he swallows. the scent and feel of hot cum dripping onto his abdomen, twining with the scent of blood. in the haze of it, lestat can almost taste the cum thick down his throat instead, a thicker, more viscous blood similar to his own release.
his eyes squeeze shut, toes curling as momentum carries him through the crest of his orgasm and over into a suspended peak. yet he does not relent, not with his merciless thrusting up into that tight heat even as his cum dribbles from around his length, wet sounds adding to the chorus of lewd noises. not either with his loose grasp around adam's cock, squeezing every last drop of fluid and spreading it back along the velvety flesh.
when he finally slows, it's due to the animal impulses finally releasing him, sated by blood and deep, relentless breeding. his dick finally slips free, though he continues to rock up against the cleft of adam's ass automatically. licking tenderly now over the gaping bite wound in his lover's neck, smearing his own blood over the deeper holes so they could heal. a soothing purr unconscious at tasting the mingle of their blood once again, lapping and slowly cleaning the smeared red from this one patch of skin. not all of the holes are covered - just the deeper, messy tears, enough to stem the bleeding. sluggish kisses follow, up to adam's jaw, leaving crimson trails. ]
Mine. You are mine.
[ lestat's voice is low and husky, clearly exhausted but with still so much of that possessive heat present. he's bloody himself, both from their activities and from a fine sheen of blood sweat, but doesn't seem to notice. he's far too enraptured by his post orgasmic bliss, caught up in the sensuality of adam's skin against his, his warmth and little sounds of overstimulation. ]
[ there is nothing adam can do but wail as lestat continues to pound into him, mouth locked open as cry after desperate cry fill the air. anyone walking by would be treated to a symphony of sounds; adam's noises combined with the slapping of skin on skin, the wet suction of cum spilling out around lestat's cock, lestat's own growls and groans. a chorus of perversity the likes of which few have ever heard.
even after lestat's length slides out of adam's body the younger man continues to whimper, fingers clutching at lestat's chest and shoulders as he struggles to hold himself up. his entire body twitches in the aftermath and he can feel the way cum spills from him, coating lestat's cock and the cleft of his own ass in turn. it's dirty and messy and degrading and he loves it. ]
Lestah -- Lestat -- mmnh...!!
[ mine he says, you are mine, and a sob breaks through adam's pleasurable little whimpers unbidden, tears spilling over his cheekbones. he leans down to press their chests together, suddenly needing to be as close as physically possible, not caring in the least about all the blood. as lestat licks the wounds on his neck adam mumbles out meaningless little sounds, completely overwhelmed both physically as well as emotionally.
in the back of his mind, he remembers: two men are dead because of him. because they had wanted to harm him, and lestat would not allow it. he remembers the cold shoulder the vampire had given him, trying in vain to prevent this very occurrence. he remembers the way lestat had looked at him back in that parking lot, after adam kissed him properly for the very first time.
too much. not enough.
his lips seek out any patch of skin they can find and press kiss after kiss after kiss there, tears dripping down his cheeks and mixing with the blood he's coated in: salt and copper. human and vampire. mortal and immortal. ]
[ the rumours circulating the tour's crew are becoming quite elaborate now. lestat's body count is no secret, near expected of the type of sexed out rockstar he presents, nor the calibre of the eager young fans who return night after night at the backstage doors, hoping to be the lucky one who gets to touch even an inch of bare skin. but for those especially nocturnal of the crew, those who dared to venture out to wherever the star's trailer was parked would often hear sounds far raunchier than the occasional echoes from his dressing rooms. especially of the last month or so; a starry eyed best boy had first reported a shameless incident, claiming to hear what seemed to be either a lewd scene or the site of a murder. tonight's unfortunate passersby would be treated with a very vivid soundscape of debauchery.
adam's little whimpers of his name has the blond finally wrenching himself away from the bite marks. the skin around the area was already beginning to bloom with deep reds. it would bruise beautifully against adam's skin, a gift of passion for him to admire later. later, though - there's cool drips against the skin of his shoulders, pooling down between his pecs as kisses are pressed against him. lestat rumbles in response, though his breath hitches as the head of his cock catches the abused, leaking rim of adam's ass for a split second. he could stop his slow sliding of himself against the filthy wet press of blood, cum and spit but he wanted to savour every moment. adam's continuing sobs were simply too precious, too.
but the young man's need for closeness is mirrored as his desire finally settles, drowsiness creeping over him like a fog. his hands find adam's neck, slide up to cup his face, coax him to unfurl himself from the solid comfort of his shoulders.
the vampire's eyes are warm, half lidded and soft around the edges as he looks adam over, drinking in his expression. ]
[ helplessly fond, he attempts to wipe away some of the stray tears streaking adam's cheeks, his own brows knitting together in concern. the poor man had been through so much tonight, it was little wonder that such emotions had erupted upon climax. the blood and gore smeared around his mouth too, he found dually concerning and terribly cute.
unable to resist, he holds adam's face still and arches up towards him to lick at the corner of his mouth, the seam of his lips. an open mouthed kiss to his jaw, his chin, cleaning off his own blood patiently, methodically. grooming him as a lion would hold and lick its own cub. ]
[ the blinding heat of his orgasm catches adam, carries him along on a wave of pleasure so intense that he loses himself to it for a solid few moments. it's not until he feels lestat's mouth and tongue that adam slowly blinks back into awareness, a soft sound leaving him as he sags against the other's solid strength. ]
...'stat...
[ he is suddenly, overwhelmingly exhausted. his fingers move clumsily over lestat's face and body, wanting to hold him but lacking the power to do so. the tears flow freely for a moment more before ebbing, leaving his lashes dark and heavy with moisture. ]
You... you're...
[ amazing. incredible. terrifying. beautiful. everything. his thumb catches on the blond's eyebrow, stroking over it as he gazes into those blue pools, infinite. ]
Thank you, [ he murmurs at last, face full of emotion, before slowly collapsing back down onto lestat's chest. already his breath is beginning to even out, his human body too worn out to stay awake much longer. ]
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why does he like it? that awful image. why does it make him look up at lestat with an even deeper hunger? ]
Want you,
[ he murmurs, desire overpowering him again as he fucks himself open, fingers moving too quickly. he presses another inside and whines as his hole burns with the stretch; he stares at lestat, the lestat that's here in front of him and the lestat in that bathroom, mouth covered in blood, rage in his eyes.
protecting him. killing for him.
the squelching sound of the lubricant fills the trailer as adam prepares himself, joined by soft little moans that grow in intensity as his movements quicken. ]
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without thinking, lestat has taken a step forward, half kneeling atop the mattress now. he grabs one thigh, then the other, pushing them back to further expose the young man's rear, holding him open.
looking down on adam, his eyes are dark and half lidded with desire, locked on the fingers working in and out of that slick hole. the sounds are maddening, making his cock jerk between his legs involuntarily.
slowly, then all at once, he doubles over to lick a stripe up the seam of adam's ballsack, up the root of his cock to the very tip. there, where it was pressed at the folded curve of his belly, he laps at the tip of the cock, rumbling happily at the taste.
adam did say that he wanted him, after all. ]
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[ the way lestat spreads him open is sudden and surprising; it sends a new rush of arousal through adam's blood, heightened by the fact that he's now even more clearly on display for the larger man. his fingers falter for just a second before continuing, scissoring inside himself as he wills his body to hurry up and relax.
how can he, though? how can he possibly relax when lestat is looking at him like that, when he's so obviously eager to push himself inside and take adam for himself? ]
Lest--ah-!!
[ a shout cuts adam off as he feels the rough texture of lestat's tongue against his sensitive skin and his toes curl again, held aloft like some whore, legs spread wide. his hips jerk as he feels lestat continue to lick at his skin, feels the vibration of that lion-like rumble fill the air between them.
he swallows. words bubble up in his chest that he cannot stop: ]
Your m-mouth --
[ he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, then presses his thumb against lestat's lips. the embarrassment on his face and in his voice is obvious as he continues: ]
W-want your mouth -- on my hole --
lost in the sauce
the stammered words has him pausing, eyes lifting up to watch the embarrassment plain on adam's face. the thumb pressing at his lips is enveloped easily, a wet tongue seeking out the pad of the offered finger to press at, tasting the salt there. a moment of gentle suction, then a strangled sound in reaction to adam's breathy request.
the digit falls from his lips as he jerks his head back, staring down adam and taking in each hint of flushed arousal. no wicked grin this time in response, just a ravenous gaze boring holes into the other man.
lestat shifts very slightly, then lowers his head back to the warmth of the body below him. gaze unbreaking, wanting to devour every micro expression as his lips press to the untouched skin behind the soft sac of adam's balls, nose brushing there. each dip of his head is weighted, slow and reverent. from the tense grip he has on adam's legs, it's clear this is barely held restraint on his part, that urgent desire somehow bridled for now.
finally, the chemical slick of lubricant graces his lips, burning from the heat of the moral's core. the very slight lift of his head to meet adam's eyes once more, then lestat ducks his head back down to kiss at his rim, uncaring of the mess the lube made on his cheeks. the first swipe of his tongue has him groaning appreciatively at the flex of muscle underneath him. then, unable to curb his restraint for much longer, another open mouthed kiss, the firm press of his tongue rewarded with entry into the slick hole. the chemical taste of lube is everywhere, but so are pheremones and the sweet salty taste of adam's sweat, his skin. the blood is mouthwateringly close underneath the thin tissue, something that has the vampire's saliva pooling in his mouth, all licked lovingly into the tight pucker.
lestat will happily get lost there, lapping deep strokes into the offered hole. likely adam will need to tug his hair to get his attention, as his eyes are now closed and he's enjoying himself greatly.]
for real ðŸ˜
there's nothing he can do but hold lestat's gaze, his heart pounding, as the other lowers his head, as his mouth and nose press up against the oversensitive skin hidden between adam's legs, exposed now for lestat and lestat alone. adam feels the way those claws barely manage to keep from breaking through the skin of his thighs and that earns another whimper, his face flushed the deepest shade of red it's ever reached.
and then, and then -- ]
Lestat-!!
[ he can't look any longer. adam's head whips back, pressing deep into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut, as he feels that tongue begin to play with his hole. the kisses, the barely-there swipes, and then at last the press of the muscle into adam's most intimate area. the feeling is overpowering and adam gets lost in it, too far gone to fight against the tide of arousal surging through him.
he has never asked for this before, not from any partner he's ever been with. he's imagined it, hoped for it, but in the end his shame always won out; why would anyone do something so depraved, so disgusting? yet here lestat is, licking at him eagerly, as though he's the most delicious thing in the world. after a moment adam forces his eyes to flutter open and he looks down, a deep groan rising in his chest at the sight that greets him.
lestat looks gorgeous like this. he is always gorgeous, of course, but there's something strangely peaceful about his expression, as though he's indulging in an activity he loves above all else. then again, maybe adam is imagining it; it's difficult to tell what's real, with the way his nerves are singing like the plucked strings of some ornate instrument. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Lestat, oh my god --
[ he's breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly as he feels his body give way. lestat's tongue cannot reach all the way inside yet it feels as though that's exactly what's happening, as though adam's body is being explored more thoroughly than ever before.
he reaches down, not to get lestat's attention but simply to card his fingers through that golden hair, a disbelieving grin touching his lips as he watches the vampire work. ]
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a gasp as he lifts his head, meeting adam's gaze. a mirroring smile curves at his mouth, even as his grip on adam's ass shifts to press a thumb into the rim of his hole. ]
You sound so pretty gasping my name, chérie.
[ small, shallow dips of the digit into the rim of him. his eyes flick from adam's face back down to watch. ]
Do you like this? Perhaps I should record you, to sample for my next album.
[ a pause. he leans back to spread adam wide, then spits directly onto the slick hole, watching the glob of saliva slip inside. three fingers press against the entrance, a warning before pushing inside roughly. lestat groans at the feeling of the tight hot warmth clenching around him, rocking his own erection into the sheets below. ]
Fuck - I need to take you, now.
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the suggestion that lestat might commit these sounds to a recording, that the entire world could potentially hear the way adam moans his name, is equal parts shocking, shameful, and arousing. it's not impossible to believe that lestat would do it - his music is already filled with his own lewd sounds, his lyrics heavy with double entendres.
but adam doesn't get a chance to respond, because lestat's suddenly three fingers deep and adam's hole is just barely ready for it; it stretches him so fast that it burns and a cry wrings itself from him, his hands reaching to clutch at lestat as his body arches off the bed.
he doesn't want to wait. he doesn't care if it will hurt. ]
Please --
[ he stares down at lestat with big, dark eyes, expression needy and open-mouthed. ]
Need you in me, Lestat, please --
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the trio of digits tug free just as swiftly as they entered, leaving the bullied hole clutching around nothing for mere moments. a pop of a cap is the only warning before cold lubricant meets the exposed flesh, a generous dribble. then the thick weight of lestat's cock pressed against the skin, sliding down to meet the resistance of the puckered entrance with the thick blunt head of him. even just the tiniest inch of that heat around his tip has lestat's mouth falling open, fangs glistening.]
Try to relax cher, I will be as slow as I - [ almost involuntarily he has already begin to push in, bracing himself up against the mattress, body tense.] - f-fuck, hah!
[ to his credit, he is being as slow as he can manage. a glance down rewards him with a glimpse of the flared head of his cock vanishing inside adam's body and he groans, hair falling around his face as he bows his head. just as carefully as entering, he draws his hips back to edge out the head of his cock once more, just to press in a little faster this time, shallow dips into adam's body that gradually plunge deeper with each press back inside.]
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Fuck --
[ a sharp whine as the cold liquid dribbles over his hole, then a whimper as the head of lestat's cock comes to rest against it, pushing some of the lube inside. adam might not be stretched out enough but he presses his hips down anyway, eager to be penetrated at last.
his eyes flick upwards when lestat speaks and he can't help but stare, his gaze fixated on the way the vampire's fangs have extended, slick with saliva. try to relax lestat tells him and he does, he really tries, but there's only so much he can do when the thick head of him pushes inside. ]
Lestat-!
[ desperation, greed, masking whatever pain might accompany the stretch. he's breathing even more heavily now, body taut as lestat somehow manages to restrain himself from sliding in completely. adam's sweet little whimpers start back up again as lestat moves and he has to close his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hole steadily being worked open. ]
Good, [ he pants, one hand reaching up to cover his face, to tug at his own hair, as he tries to keep from begging for more. ] Feels good, fuck --
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the little whines coming from below have him prying open his eyes to watch adam paw at his hair, hiding his face. a blend of affection and potent arousal washes through lestat. he presses himself back into the rim again, holding his breath to suppress any violent urges whilst studying the other's expression for each minute reaction, enraptured. the flared edges of his cock head slip through, sinking deeper and his breath leaves him in a rush as the resistance squeezes around him.]
Good, good - you're taking me so well - [ another inch sliding home, forearms quivering. he's not going to be pulling back out now, not when adam's body is enveloping him in that molten heat.] - breathe Adam, I'm gonna - [ a twitch of his hips and his control falters, sinking his full length into the base.
blood drips down onto adam's abdomen, stark red droplets splattering across his ribcage, the dip in his sternum. lestat has bitten clean through his bottom lip, the blood running in rivulets down his chin. his eyes squeezed shut, he pants one deep breath, then another and looks down at the other man with wide blue eyes.]
Fuck, Adam, I - [ a tremor through his body as he obviously struggles to remain still, fighting the urge to begin rutting into the heat of the body below him.
shaky, he lowers his upper body carefully to envelop the younger man. he seemingly ignores the mending hole in his lip and instead begins to press worried, apologetic kisses to adam's jaw and throat, leaving bloody smears across the stark pale of his skin.]
Do you hurt? Adam?
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lestat's voice, filled with praise, washes over him and it makes him whimper, biting his lip as the affection in those words surges through him. adam's fairly certain that he'll never get over how different lestat is than he expected, especially when they're doing this: he's so careful, so aware of his partner's needs - but then, is he like that with everyone? the groupies he used to fuck, did he treat them this kindly?
emotions he can't handle rush up into adam's chest, overtaking him, and at that same moment lestat suddenly sinks deeper and deeper all at once until he's buried in the tight heat of adam's body and it's so much, too much, but it's good it feels so good -- ]
Lestat -- !!
[ a wail. sharp, keening, desperate. adam's eyes fly open only to see thick red blood dripping down onto his skin and he stares, disbelieving, at lestat's face, at the way he has mauled himself in his efforts to keep from hurting the mortal beneath him. the blue of his eyes is as wide as the sky and ten times more brilliant.
the scent of his blood settles into the air as he lowers himself to press their bodies together, filling adam's nose with the sharp coppery essence as he begins to press kisses along the column of adam's throat.
Do you hurt?
it hurts. it hurts, but he doesn't care. adam can feel the way his body spasms around the thick length inside of him, trying so hard to accommodate the intrusion; he can feel the way it seems to suck lestat deeper with every minute shift of their bodies, unwilling to let go despite the discomfort. he smells the blood again and remembers how lestat looked back in that bathroom, how he'd hurt those terrible men, how the blood had dripped from his chin as he kissed adam on the cold concrete. ]
Lestat --
[ the name tumbles from his lips, strangled by emotion. his hands grasp at the other's face, pulling him back so that adam can look at him: he is bloody once more, coated in his own undeath, and he is beautiful.
adam tugs his face close and kisses him, his tongue sliding out eagerly to lick at the blood, to brush over the half-healed wound. he moans at the taste and his entire body shudders, gripping lestat even tighter; his legs lift to wrap around the other's waist, keeping him there, not willing to let go. ]
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he wants to reach down and take the abandoned cock between them in hand, give adam more pleasure to out weigh the pain, but then he is locked in a kiss. the heat of a tongue swipes over his mouth. it takes him a second to realise that the sound adam makes is due to the taste of blood in his mouth, his body clenching around lestat's cock.
a mirroring moan is squeezed out of the vampire. his dick throbs inside the tight vice surrounding him, the brush of tongue over his fresh wound making his brain short circuit for a split second. then his body ticks into gear and he braces, a small warning before he arches back his hips, length sliding out partway. a choked animal sound rumbles into the kiss as he thrusts back home, slamming into the tight hole in a long deep stroke. again, and again, ploughing until he's panting into adam's open mouth, the meat of his balls slapping audibly with each movement.]
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Lestat, Lestat -- !!
[ it tastes good. it feels as though he's licking lestat's very soul, drinking each droplet down greedily. for a moment adam's tongue presses in, and then through, that hole in the other's lip and it makes him cry out again, overwhelmed by the feeling.
he cries out also because lestat has begun to fuck him in earnest, because his body is not ready but takes it nevertheless. the pain dulls to an ache as pleasure mounts inside of him, radiating out from his ass up into his belly and then spreading to the rest of him, all the way out into his fingertips. the sound of their skin slapping together heightens the feeling and adam sobs desperately, his legs squeezing even tighter around lestat's waist as he tries to hold on. ]
Please please please, fuck-!
[ he doesn't know what he's asking for. the pleas are muffled by the press of lestat's mouth against his own, still so close, sharing that blood. ]
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adam's legs tighten around him, adding more resistance to the rhythm of his hips, sucking him deeper into the welcoming heat of his body. it's an unconscious movement now, the vampire fucking open the tightness of his ill prepared hole, groaning loud at the feeling of the tight clench slowly relaxing. each cry is swallowed greedily by his mouth, a returning pant and indulgent lick into the bloody heat. his fangs are still unsheathed and unwieldy, somehow not tearing the flesh of adam's lips just yet. the urge is there though, the base need to mate like vampires do, indulging in the sensuality of rending each other bloody, to taste each other down to the essence.
the unbidden thought makes lestat's eyes grow huge and dark, swimming black voids staring down at the young man writhing under him. it's but for a moment, the snap of his hips plunging his cock in to the hilt and faltering as he wrestles with his impulses. an agonising moment of stillness, then he lifts up his own wrist to sink the full length of his fangs into his flesh, blood immediately trickling down his pale forearm.
the relief is instant. lestat moans into the bite, grinding himself in slow torturous circles inside the other man. inside, the jump of his cock is obvious, his body's reflex to feeding that primal instinct. it's not adam's blood, but it's enough to sate the monstrous need inside him, to clench his jaws down on something. ]
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by the time their mouths part adam is gasping wetly, the taste and scent of blood mingling with sex now to fill the air around them, a den of vice and decadence. there is nothing adam wants more than this, to be filled and fucked until lestat is satisfied, to be used by him in any way he chooses. to give his life, even, if lestat asked for it.
he watches as the vampire's eyes grow dark, fear rising in his chest; his expression shifts to one of terrified wonder, as though looking at a beautiful creature who is about to devour him. then again, that may just be exactly what lestat is; he looks hungry, hungry in a way adam has never seen.
then lestat stills, suddenly and without warning, long enough to make adam whine in both confusion as well as impatience - before he's suddenly hurting himself again, those long fangs sinking deep into his own flesh, blood bright against his pale skin. he bites himself and he grinds deeper into adam and the boy beneath him can do little more than cry out sharply, eyes locked onto the place where that blood pools and drips, body convulsing as desire takes hold of all his senses. ]
L-Lestat --
[ he's breathless now as he raises himself onto shaky elbows, his neck stretching as he reaches with his mouth and tongue to lick at those crimson rivulets. one of his hand comes up as well to grasp lestat's thick forearm and he closes his eyes, moaning hungrily, as he laps at the bitter essence. it does not taste good but to adam it's as sweet as honey, as tempting as wine; he cannot get enough. ]
nooooo adam dont lick my blood haha twirls hair
the warm tongue licking at his skin goes completely unnoticed for a few seconds of bliss until adam grips his forearm. automatically, he growls deep in his throat but complies, twisting so that his companion could partake in the blood too. it feels good, feels correct that his lover should be licking it from his skin. better than that - he should be the one biting down and enjoying the hot taste of lestat's pleasure in the blood, tasting the depths of his emotion and seeing what he did not have the proper words to convey.
dutifully, hazily, he unhooks his fangs from the mess of snapped tendons and exposed bone. panting hot as he offers it to adam without thinking, wanting badly to feel the other man's mouth on his raw flesh.
it's only at the last second that his brain snaps back into the moment and he makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, eyes still huge, thin blue moons behind the shadow of the sun. ]
Wait, Adam - you shouldn't -
i need u to know that reply was fucking POETRY anyway he's some bloodplay 😈💖
his fingers tighten around lestat's blood-smeared skin as his tongue laves over the wound, eagerly tasting the deeper, more intense streams of blood that spurt from severed veins and snapped tendons. it's strange - he can feel and see the way lestat's arm repairs itself even as he mouths deeper into the injury, almost fighting to take what he can before he's forced out.
but those fangs have sunk deep, deep enough to make the healing process a long once, and so adam is allowed the time necessary to probe and suck as he wishes. his other hand joins the first, this one curling around lestat's wrist in order to hold his arm steady as adam fully embraces this newfound desire to taste his very essence. he cannot feel the things that a vampire would but he knows lestat must like it, seeing him so hungry, so willing to drink.
a sharp whimper punctuates his moaning as his tongue hits bone and his eyes go wide, at once frightened and awestruck; he looks up to see that lestat's expression is much the same, his pupils dilated hugely. it's only then that adam finally pulls his lips away, now entirely covered in deep red that drips from his chin onto their bodies. ]
Le--
[ he has to swallow; there is so much in his mouth that he cannot speak clearly. his stare is one of wonder as he realizes what he's just done, what he wishes he could do: bite down and drink, the way lestat does. the way other vampires do.
it's a terrifying thought - but not a sobering one. not in the least. ]
PLEASE i am shaking your hand vigorously and writing you into my will for our combined galaxy brains
the look of shock and the reflexive swallow breaks the trance finally. lestat is surging back before adam can speak, clasping his face in both hands and licking the gore from his mouth urgently, nerves electric and desire pulsing in his throat. an animal growl at the taste of himself mingled with adam, nearly there but not quite. before the thought even registers in his mind he's nipping at the tongue in the other man's mouth, causing fresh blood to trickle and mix together in their heated kiss.
lestat's hips press deep once again as he tastes their combined flavour, the echoes of the human in his own blood mingling once again with his lover's mortal life force. adam's awe and terror there, the traces of the unspoken desire to feed as he does, to share in the blood fully. lestat captures the tip of his tongue between his lips, sucks the puncture wound and groans. finally, finally, he eases himself from being buried entirely inside of the other man's hole, dragging himself out to the rim of muscle just to slam himself back in ruthlessly, fuelled by a overwhelming blood lust and need for the younger man now.]
Adam - [ hes breathless, murmuring his name like a prayer against bloody lips. licking back inside to taste and rumbling his approval despite the initial reluctance.]
Am I corrupting you, Adam?
[ somehow he does not sound man about that. a low sound in his throat as a warning before he clutches the other man tight by the waist and flips them, his own back to the mattress now so he can fuck up into the other man, using gravity to tug him down onto his cock as deep as possible.]
EHEHEHE <333 something something pressed up against your longing (for whump) lkhjfgkjhgk
he's unprepared for the kiss but gives in easily, his moan lost against lestat's tongue as the vampire claims him hungrily. breathing is more difficult now that all of adam's senses are clogged with the smell taste sound feeling of blood, of viscera; for a moment his vision darkens around the edges and he thinks he might pass out just like this, with lestat rutting against him, with those teeth and tongue claiming his mouth the way an apex predator would devour its prey.
-- but then the sharp press of fangs causes a surge of adrenaline to awaken him, his eyes flying open in shock. he doesn't fight against it but the moans he lets out now are tinged with cries of pain, not enough to make him stop, just enough to show that he feels it. lestat sucks at his tongue and it's good, dangerously good all by itself; when he starts pressing in deeper it's nearly too much. ]
Fuck--!!
[ tears are stinging the edges of adam's eyes by the time their mouths part. he's barely given any warning before lestat's strong hands grasp his waist and their positions are suddenly reversed; the motion, along with the power of gravity, pushes lestat's thick cock even deeper and adam's head tips back, a half-sob, half-cry wrenching itself from his chest. ]
Yes yes fuck -- Lestat -- !!
heuheueh ðŸ¤ðŸ¤
he can taste it - the adrenaline pumping through the man's lanky frame, the blend of desperate desire and fear, disgust and mortification. it's what has him reaching between their bodies to grasp adam's cock, simply holding it and allowing momentum to slip his hand along the length, jerking him in time with his thrusts. overwhelming in its entirety; lestat's orgasm hits him without warning, tipped over the edge by the bloody indulgence, the deep connection under skin and flesh.
despite the gutteral, painful moan that erupts from his maw and the way his dick throbs thick hot spurts deep into the other man, his pace does not falter in the slightest. he drinks greedily from adam's throat whilst still bouncing him on his lap, eager to consume as much as the mortal could give.]
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right now, all he can do is cry out. over and over, unintelligible words mixed with lestat's name, desperate and ridiculously loud. he's caught between lestat's mouth and his cock, his body penetrated twice over, and the mix of pain and pleasure that rushes through him is so intense he cannot think clearly.
lestat's hand closes around him and it's not much but it's enough; he comes in tandem with the blond, his own cock jerking and twitching against the other's long fingers, wet splashes of white fluid streaking the sharp musculature of his abdomen.
he comes, and he comes, and still lestat fucks up into him, still the blood pumps from his neck. his entire upper body is covered, now, mouth and chin and chest, streaks of red smeared all over like paint on a canvas. the press of lestat's cock so deep milks him repeatedly; even after the orgasm has passed over him semen leaks from his tip, dribbling over lestat's nails as adam whimpers pathetically on top of him. ]
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his eyes squeeze shut, toes curling as momentum carries him through the crest of his orgasm and over into a suspended peak. yet he does not relent, not with his merciless thrusting up into that tight heat even as his cum dribbles from around his length, wet sounds adding to the chorus of lewd noises. not either with his loose grasp around adam's cock, squeezing every last drop of fluid and spreading it back along the velvety flesh.
when he finally slows, it's due to the animal impulses finally releasing him, sated by blood and deep, relentless breeding. his dick finally slips free, though he continues to rock up against the cleft of adam's ass automatically. licking tenderly now over the gaping bite wound in his lover's neck, smearing his own blood over the deeper holes so they could heal. a soothing purr unconscious at tasting the mingle of their blood once again, lapping and slowly cleaning the smeared red from this one patch of skin. not all of the holes are covered - just the deeper, messy tears, enough to stem the bleeding. sluggish kisses follow, up to adam's jaw, leaving crimson trails. ]
Mine. You are mine.
[ lestat's voice is low and husky, clearly exhausted but with still so much of that possessive heat present. he's bloody himself, both from their activities and from a fine sheen of blood sweat, but doesn't seem to notice. he's far too enraptured by his post orgasmic bliss, caught up in the sensuality of adam's skin against his, his warmth and little sounds of overstimulation. ]
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even after lestat's length slides out of adam's body the younger man continues to whimper, fingers clutching at lestat's chest and shoulders as he struggles to hold himself up. his entire body twitches in the aftermath and he can feel the way cum spills from him, coating lestat's cock and the cleft of his own ass in turn. it's dirty and messy and degrading and he loves it. ]
Lestah -- Lestat -- mmnh...!!
[ mine he says, you are mine, and a sob breaks through adam's pleasurable little whimpers unbidden, tears spilling over his cheekbones. he leans down to press their chests together, suddenly needing to be as close as physically possible, not caring in the least about all the blood. as lestat licks the wounds on his neck adam mumbles out meaningless little sounds, completely overwhelmed both physically as well as emotionally.
in the back of his mind, he remembers: two men are dead because of him. because they had wanted to harm him, and lestat would not allow it. he remembers the cold shoulder the vampire had given him, trying in vain to prevent this very occurrence. he remembers the way lestat had looked at him back in that parking lot, after adam kissed him properly for the very first time.
too much. not enough.
his lips seek out any patch of skin they can find and press kiss after kiss after kiss there, tears dripping down his cheeks and mixing with the blood he's coated in: salt and copper. human and vampire. mortal and immortal. ]
Lestat --
get licked idiot
adam's little whimpers of his name has the blond finally wrenching himself away from the bite marks. the skin around the area was already beginning to bloom with deep reds. it would bruise beautifully against adam's skin, a gift of passion for him to admire later. later, though - there's cool drips against the skin of his shoulders, pooling down between his pecs as kisses are pressed against him. lestat rumbles in response, though his breath hitches as the head of his cock catches the abused, leaking rim of adam's ass for a split second. he could stop his slow sliding of himself against the filthy wet press of blood, cum and spit but he wanted to savour every moment. adam's continuing sobs were simply too precious, too.
but the young man's need for closeness is mirrored as his desire finally settles, drowsiness creeping over him like a fog. his hands find adam's neck, slide up to cup his face, coax him to unfurl himself from the solid comfort of his shoulders.
the vampire's eyes are warm, half lidded and soft around the edges as he looks adam over, drinking in his expression. ]
Oh, chéri.
[ helplessly fond, he attempts to wipe away some of the stray tears streaking adam's cheeks, his own brows knitting together in concern. the poor man had been through so much tonight, it was little wonder that such emotions had erupted upon climax. the blood and gore smeared around his mouth too, he found dually concerning and terribly cute.
unable to resist, he holds adam's face still and arches up towards him to lick at the corner of his mouth, the seam of his lips. an open mouthed kiss to his jaw, his chin, cleaning off his own blood patiently, methodically. grooming him as a lion would hold and lick its own cub. ]
LMAOOOOO T_T <3
...'stat...
[ he is suddenly, overwhelmingly exhausted. his fingers move clumsily over lestat's face and body, wanting to hold him but lacking the power to do so. the tears flow freely for a moment more before ebbing, leaving his lashes dark and heavy with moisture. ]
You... you're...
[ amazing. incredible. terrifying. beautiful. everything. his thumb catches on the blond's eyebrow, stroking over it as he gazes into those blue pools, infinite. ]
Thank you, [ he murmurs at last, face full of emotion, before slowly collapsing back down onto lestat's chest. already his breath is beginning to even out, his human body too worn out to stay awake much longer. ]