[ Lestat feels something much like petulant, childish embarrassment creep up his spine, to the point where he actually ducks into his shoulders a little. It isn't that he doesn't know about foreplay, he does, he was just much too young and much too inexperienced and probably brought up in the wrong set of circumstances to really appreciate its worth when he was alive, and after the fact he had a complete lack of instinct for it, and older vampires telling him that certain carnal desires were beneath them, so how the heeeeelll was he supposed to know.
Vampirism does not come with a manual. If it did, maybe he and Louis wouldn't have done so badly in those first sixty years. ]
I don't know??
[ Okay, maybe he's a little irritable, his face a little more pink. It's very embarrassing to be a 200-year-old sexy rock and roll vampire but admit you're quite in over your head when it comes to the song and dance of lovemaking. He's even less experienced when it comes to women. Oof, his ego. ]
It's not that I can't get hard, that has nothing to do with it! With the right circumstances, I can, I just didn't think there was a point! The bite is better, I didn't see any reason to wait, I didn't know how- [ He swallows, the bottle he'd been clicking his finger against is now straining under the intensity of one glass-like nail boring down onto it, so he retracts his hand. ] -how the build up could feel. I didn't think it would be such a big deal that I left the way I did, if you got something better than mortal sex out of it. But I don't even understand that comparison anymore.
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Vampirism does not come with a manual. If it did, maybe he and Louis wouldn't have done so badly in those first sixty years. ]
I don't know??
[ Okay, maybe he's a little irritable, his face a little more pink. It's very embarrassing to be a 200-year-old sexy rock and roll vampire but admit you're quite in over your head when it comes to the song and dance of lovemaking. He's even less experienced when it comes to women. Oof, his ego. ]
It's not that I can't get hard, that has nothing to do with it! With the right circumstances, I can, I just didn't think there was a point! The bite is better, I didn't see any reason to wait, I didn't know how- [ He swallows, the bottle he'd been clicking his finger against is now straining under the intensity of one glass-like nail boring down onto it, so he retracts his hand. ] -how the build up could feel. I didn't think it would be such a big deal that I left the way I did, if you got something better than mortal sex out of it. But I don't even understand that comparison anymore.