[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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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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 🤭🤭
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. ]