[ Always is just a word, but it reverberates in Louis nonetheless, helpless wanting and relief that feels almost disconnected from the rest of him, an autonomic response to his Maker's touch. Complicated, like everything else when it comes to Lestat, with resentment as much as love, for all he was the first to say it, the one who came running when he was called; the noise he makes in the back of his throat when he's kissed is frustration and desire all at once. It makes his grip a little harder than it needs to be when he puts his hands on Lestat's body, thumbs digging into muscle and flesh on his hips, tracing up the Adonis belt with his nails, one side leaving a smear of wet and blood behind.
He looks into those forget-me-not eyes, feeling himself lost. ]
Motherfucker.
[ Anger and joy mingling, tasting like copper on his tongue. His vampire heart beats like a drum, rattling percussion echoed in his cock. It hurts. It's everything he's ever wanted. If he's not inside him in the next minute he might actually die all over again.
He gets his hands under Lestat's thighs, lifts him easy to settle him on the edge of the counter. What remains of the spit and blood on his hand gets rubbed up between Lestat's cheeks over that tight ring of muscle, more a courtesy than anything that's going to be helpful, then over his own dick in long strokes while he leans in to keep kissing him, letting it become more languid but no less heated. ]
Not gonna be gentle. [ All the warning gets before he slots the fat head of his cock against Lestat's hole, hand under his knee to make it a good angle, as much pulling him down onto it as pushing into him with a low, unsteady growl and a whispered fuck. ]
[ perfect, his louis. perfectly vicious, perfectly tender, perfectly imperfect as that first trembling kiss upon the altar. the most perfect aspect to this was that louis was still alive, sane and alive. kissing him with all the terrible anger that was his birthright. finally trembling with the blood, oozing violence and sexuality in the way lestat had always envisioned.
no one else could quite set his skin alight like this, grip him with such bruising passion. it makes lestat's heart race - or was it in time to louis'? no matter. he is grinning foolishly into another kiss, ecstatic to be lifted and placed to perch on the counter. grasping at the nape of the other's neck, firm shoulders. fingers press at his rim for a fleeting moment and the touch is enough to make his toes curl, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
already he is whispering his pleas against louis' mouth, breathy gasps of s'il vous plait i need to feel you please louis now now now then the burn, the breach. lestat hisses between his teeth, hooks his heels around louis' waist and pulls him in tight. driving that perfect dick deep into his core like it was made to fit, groaning his appreciation into the wet heat of louis' mouth. ]
I missed you. [ referring to their entwining and the man both, a solemn confession accentuated by a roll of his hips already, not bothering to let himself relax or adjust. he wants to feel more now, to feel him for days afterwards, damn the consequences. louis wants him. already his cock is leaking across his bunched abdomen, twitching with every nudge inside him. ]
[ Love can be cruel. Louis knows that now, far better than he once did. But he hadn't grasped how much the act of loving someone could be, in itself, a cruelty. A viciousness enacted on two people, separating them into two halves of something that should be whole, setting them against each other in misunderstandings and petty jealousies and anger. He feels it now, how unfair it is to love Lestat so much, to want him so badly, while still wanting always to be free of him. Pulled in two directions at once, but one the greater force, the stronger orbit. One he knows, in his bones, he will return to, whether he wants to or not.
Let it go, whispers a voice in his mind. A voice he's almost forgotten, one that had always been ready to forgive him his worst sins -- until she'd had no choice. Grace in name and deed. This sorrow doesn't serve you. Let it go.
He kisses Lestat back, fervently, moves along with him in deep rhythm and feels his eyes burn and film with red tears, clutching at his Maker with a child's desperation. Trying to hold on to something he can't name, loneliness welling up beneath the joy of it, apologies cracking his heart as he tries not to think of ashes on a stage and who else he misses. ]
I missed you too.
[ He turns his head, burrows his face into Lestat's hair, into his shoulder, so he can't see him crying, though he can no doubt sense and smell it. A betrayal that feels like coming home. Gathering him closer into his arms as he fucks him, his plans to be lustful and angry overset by that powerful tenderness. Moving with him as much as against him, everything steady and aching, a slow and powerful building of sensation.
As if it's broken through a wall, more words come to him, murmuring them in fractured gasps against Lestat's skin, punctuated by rolling thrusts, hips moving between Lestat's thighs. ]
I missed you and I -- I wanted you. Like this. All the time. Thinking about it all the time.
[ it would be terrible to name the full extent of his wanting now, here. that lestat's yearning for this passion, to be taken roughly but sweetly had stretched long before the moment louis finally held him and cut his throat. this spark was back, the full throbbing of blood surging in his cock and in his tongue as they kissed - his companion in fervour at long, long last. finally louis seemed to want him in return. desperately, as if fucking into him would somehow merge them into one.
but he feels the cord between them grow taut until he breaks. louis presses his face into his hair and lestat wraps his arms around his shoulders immediately, enveloping him, letting him hide there. a great pride swelling within his chest to be of comfort, to be needed like this. he had needed it desperately.]
Louis.
[ lestat croons in his ear. begins to stroke across dark curls, down the clipped back of his head and down to cup his nape. his own eyes swim red too, heart hurting and fluttering in dual measure, a sweet pain. though his mind skips over that last gasped confession, repeating it again and again.]
L-Like this? You wanted me, Louis?
[ voice gleeful, fragile. lestat clutches his fledgling against him, arms tightening, heels crossing over his back, insides clenching around the slide of his cock. his body is a fine set of strings being plucked in a harmonious chord by the intuitive skill of his companion heart, pulling a series of soft vocalisations from his throat. the thought of being wanted only makes him arch his back more, trying to drive louis deeper and deeper with each bounce upon his hips. the blunt head of his cock pushes and drags within him just so and for an instant his body shudders, toes curling, thighs shaking. a moment of bliss that has lestat keening, clawing bloody stripes up the back of his lover as it does not relent, forcing his hole to clutch and flutter around each relentless drive inside.]
[ Affirmations gone half-meaningless as he repeats them over and over into Lestat's hair, rhythm to their fucking, a running commentary underneath Lestat's gasps and whines and wordless cries.
With a feeling like setting something free, he gives it to him, what he wants, what they both want. Picks up the pace until the kitchenette is juddering and rattling, bottles and canisters falling over, glasses chiming in the sink. As he feels Lestat's body shuddering and clenching around him, Louis fucks him harder, his own release riding hard and getting closer all the time. ]
'stat -- [ He manages, breathless, mouthing over his shoulder. Quick flurry of thrusts, then slower, then quicker again as he can't help himself, his movements becoming automatic, stuttering. One hand on the wall, clawed fingertips punched through the cheap wood. The other arm wrapped around Lestat's shoulders. ]
You're gonna make me -- oh, fuck, don't stop coming, baby -- need you to bite me --
[ lestat is barely aware that he's coating his own stomach in his release, with how wrapped up in louis he is. each thrust bullies his prostate, the alternating speed only adding to the sustained high.]
J'taime j'taime mon Louis - [ he's babbling pleas loud into the trailer, paired with the constant rattling of glass, the creak of the vehicle jostling.]
S'bien, I can't, I-I - mmh-- [ he pulls louis down towards him and sinks his fangs directly into the fat vein throbbing in his neck. blood bursts onto his tongue, hot and fragrant. lestat sucks around the bite hungrily, tasting the incoming release and feeling it coil in his gut as if he were in the grips of another. within he can feel the storm of louis' emotions, the closeness of their bodies, the rising song of their blood bond. crimson spills from the broken seal while he gasps, murmurs against the torn skin.]
-Inside, inside -- [ he coaxes, desperate, voice cracking. clasps the back of louis' head and digs his fangs in once more, biting down into fresh flesh to muffle his moans.]
[ Blood-slick and slippery between them, Lestat leaking like a tap; Louis can smell it as well as feel it, every pulse of his cock matched by the clench and ripple of the muscles inside him. Enough to drive anyone to the edge even before the fangs get involved.
When they do, though -- the first time in years, in decades, and it still feels like the first time ever between them and the last time, somewhere back in New Orleans. The sharing of the bond, sacred pain. It hurts and it feels like dying all over again, being reborn into something new and wonderful.
Louis cries out a wordless sound as Lestat's teeth sink home, then again as he feels the drawing pull, the drinking of his being. Mindless with it, he slams his hips into Lestat, drives his cock deep into him as his orgasm crashes through his body, a pleasure like a lightning bolt from the open wound on his throat directly to his balls. Raw, ragged animal noises coming from him, shamelessly loud as he feels himself spilling deep inside Lestat for a long, long time.
Then, shuddering as he subsides, full body twitches all the way up from the floor. Pulling his claws out of the backsplash to stroke Lestat's hair, he rocks him almost like a child he's trying to comfort, murmuring half-soothing nonsense in the comedown. The slide into him made slick and easy, fucking him in shallow thrusts; Louis lets go of a shaky laugh. ]
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[ Always is just a word, but it reverberates in Louis nonetheless, helpless wanting and relief that feels almost disconnected from the rest of him, an autonomic response to his Maker's touch. Complicated, like everything else when it comes to Lestat, with resentment as much as love, for all he was the first to say it, the one who came running when he was called; the noise he makes in the back of his throat when he's kissed is frustration and desire all at once. It makes his grip a little harder than it needs to be when he puts his hands on Lestat's body, thumbs digging into muscle and flesh on his hips, tracing up the Adonis belt with his nails, one side leaving a smear of wet and blood behind.
He looks into those forget-me-not eyes, feeling himself lost. ]
Motherfucker.
[ Anger and joy mingling, tasting like copper on his tongue. His vampire heart beats like a drum, rattling percussion echoed in his cock. It hurts. It's everything he's ever wanted. If he's not inside him in the next minute he might actually die all over again.
He gets his hands under Lestat's thighs, lifts him easy to settle him on the edge of the counter. What remains of the spit and blood on his hand gets rubbed up between Lestat's cheeks over that tight ring of muscle, more a courtesy than anything that's going to be helpful, then over his own dick in long strokes while he leans in to keep kissing him, letting it become more languid but no less heated. ]
Not gonna be gentle. [ All the warning gets before he slots the fat head of his cock against Lestat's hole, hand under his knee to make it a good angle, as much pulling him down onto it as pushing into him with a low, unsteady growl and a whispered fuck. ]
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no one else could quite set his skin alight like this, grip him with such bruising passion. it makes lestat's heart race - or was it in time to louis'? no matter. he is grinning foolishly into another kiss, ecstatic to be lifted and placed to perch on the counter. grasping at the nape of the other's neck, firm shoulders. fingers press at his rim for a fleeting moment and the touch is enough to make his toes curl, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
already he is whispering his pleas against louis' mouth, breathy gasps of s'il vous plait i need to feel you please louis now now now then the burn, the breach. lestat hisses between his teeth, hooks his heels around louis' waist and pulls him in tight. driving that perfect dick deep into his core like it was made to fit, groaning his appreciation into the wet heat of louis' mouth. ]
I missed you. [ referring to their entwining and the man both, a solemn confession accentuated by a roll of his hips already, not bothering to let himself relax or adjust. he wants to feel more now, to feel him for days afterwards, damn the consequences. louis wants him. already his cock is leaking across his bunched abdomen, twitching with every nudge inside him. ]
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Let it go, whispers a voice in his mind. A voice he's almost forgotten, one that had always been ready to forgive him his worst sins -- until she'd had no choice. Grace in name and deed. This sorrow doesn't serve you. Let it go.
He kisses Lestat back, fervently, moves along with him in deep rhythm and feels his eyes burn and film with red tears, clutching at his Maker with a child's desperation. Trying to hold on to something he can't name, loneliness welling up beneath the joy of it, apologies cracking his heart as he tries not to think of ashes on a stage and who else he misses. ]
I missed you too.
[ He turns his head, burrows his face into Lestat's hair, into his shoulder, so he can't see him crying, though he can no doubt sense and smell it. A betrayal that feels like coming home. Gathering him closer into his arms as he fucks him, his plans to be lustful and angry overset by that powerful tenderness. Moving with him as much as against him, everything steady and aching, a slow and powerful building of sensation.
As if it's broken through a wall, more words come to him, murmuring them in fractured gasps against Lestat's skin, punctuated by rolling thrusts, hips moving between Lestat's thighs. ]
I missed you and I -- I wanted you. Like this. All the time. Thinking about it all the time.
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but he feels the cord between them grow taut until he breaks. louis presses his face into his hair and lestat wraps his arms around his shoulders immediately, enveloping him, letting him hide there. a great pride swelling within his chest to be of comfort, to be needed like this. he had needed it desperately.]
Louis.
[ lestat croons in his ear. begins to stroke across dark curls, down the clipped back of his head and down to cup his nape. his own eyes swim red too, heart hurting and fluttering in dual measure, a sweet pain. though his mind skips over that last gasped confession, repeating it again and again.]
L-Like this? You wanted me, Louis?
[ voice gleeful, fragile. lestat clutches his fledgling against him, arms tightening, heels crossing over his back, insides clenching around the slide of his cock. his body is a fine set of strings being plucked in a harmonious chord by the intuitive skill of his companion heart, pulling a series of soft vocalisations from his throat. the thought of being wanted only makes him arch his back more, trying to drive louis deeper and deeper with each bounce upon his hips. the blunt head of his cock pushes and drags within him just so and for an instant his body shudders, toes curling, thighs shaking. a moment of bliss that has lestat keening, clawing bloody stripes up the back of his lover as it does not relent, forcing his hole to clutch and flutter around each relentless drive inside.]
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[ Affirmations gone half-meaningless as he repeats them over and over into Lestat's hair, rhythm to their fucking, a running commentary underneath Lestat's gasps and whines and wordless cries.
With a feeling like setting something free, he gives it to him, what he wants, what they both want. Picks up the pace until the kitchenette is juddering and rattling, bottles and canisters falling over, glasses chiming in the sink. As he feels Lestat's body shuddering and clenching around him, Louis fucks him harder, his own release riding hard and getting closer all the time. ]
'stat -- [ He manages, breathless, mouthing over his shoulder. Quick flurry of thrusts, then slower, then quicker again as he can't help himself, his movements becoming automatic, stuttering. One hand on the wall, clawed fingertips punched through the cheap wood. The other arm wrapped around Lestat's shoulders. ]
You're gonna make me -- oh, fuck, don't stop coming, baby -- need you to bite me --
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J'taime j'taime mon Louis - [ he's babbling pleas loud into the trailer, paired with the constant rattling of glass, the creak of the vehicle jostling.]
S'bien, I can't, I-I - mmh-- [ he pulls louis down towards him and sinks his fangs directly into the fat vein throbbing in his neck. blood bursts onto his tongue, hot and fragrant. lestat sucks around the bite hungrily, tasting the incoming release and feeling it coil in his gut as if he were in the grips of another. within he can feel the storm of louis' emotions, the closeness of their bodies, the rising song of their blood bond. crimson spills from the broken seal while he gasps, murmurs against the torn skin.]
-Inside, inside -- [ he coaxes, desperate, voice cracking. clasps the back of louis' head and digs his fangs in once more, biting down into fresh flesh to muffle his moans.]
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When they do, though -- the first time in years, in decades, and it still feels like the first time ever between them and the last time, somewhere back in New Orleans. The sharing of the bond, sacred pain. It hurts and it feels like dying all over again, being reborn into something new and wonderful.
Louis cries out a wordless sound as Lestat's teeth sink home, then again as he feels the drawing pull, the drinking of his being. Mindless with it, he slams his hips into Lestat, drives his cock deep into him as his orgasm crashes through his body, a pleasure like a lightning bolt from the open wound on his throat directly to his balls. Raw, ragged animal noises coming from him, shamelessly loud as he feels himself spilling deep inside Lestat for a long, long time.
Then, shuddering as he subsides, full body twitches all the way up from the floor. Pulling his claws out of the backsplash to stroke Lestat's hair, he rocks him almost like a child he's trying to comfort, murmuring half-soothing nonsense in the comedown. The slide into him made slick and easy, fucking him in shallow thrusts; Louis lets go of a shaky laugh. ]
Gon' have to pay for the wall.