[ 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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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. ]