[ 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.]
[ 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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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?