[ 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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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.