[ 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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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?