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[ Dry: ] "Practically."

[ Also, see how kindly she is not bringing up seeing him handcuffed to Kaveh on the livestream! ]

Well, there's other benefits to restraint, too. [ She gestures vaguely with her mug. ] To the original point of this whole thing. Can't very well make someone orgasm when they're dead.

[ He chuckles at that and nods his head as if to say I'll give you that one. ]

I won't apologise for what I am and what I have to do to survive, just the same as I won't pander to this place that thinks I need only the substance itself to feel satisfied and fed. I am vampire, not a dog begging for a bone. You'll get more guilt from Louis than you will from me.

But you are right. While there are plenty of reasons to keep this community as large and healthy as it can be, I'm discovering new reasons to treasure it every day.

[ Like orgasms. :') ]

[ She considers pointing out that clearly, vampires don't have to kill to survive. But she thinks about eating a steak and what a cow might say to her about what she has to do.

It's not the same. It's enough to keep her quiet on the subject for the moment, though. ]

What did enlighten you to what you've been missing, anyway? I mean, the fact of it is, you're a good kisser, and you're smart enough to know the knee thing. You know something about making it enjoyable without using your teeth.

Of course. I've had sex, I understand that certain touches bring about certain feelings. I didn't forget that in my turning.

[ He's not frustrated, exactly, more quietly annoyed that the distinction isn't more obvious. Vampire biology just simply isn't something that easily makes sense to humans, clearly. ]

I haven't bothered before to explore that experience with mortals because all I could think of was the bite. And as you know all too well, chérie, I am a selfish creature.

[ If he can't be a sexy rock star, he can at least really drive it home that he's an evil thing born of the night. Soooo edgy. ]

I never considered feeling those sensations myself because I was told that it would be a poor imitation of the drink, but when a human showed me their intention to touch me, what they fantasised about doing to me... it brought to light what I've probably been denying myself of for far too long. And others. Arguably.

[ A very stiff little shrug. ]

[ She tsks. ] Well, now I'm disappointed in myself. Should've groped you more.

[ Clearly it wouldn't have gone anywhere other than it did, but you know. Two can play at being sex gods. ]

Showed you, like--? [ She taps the side of her head. ]

[ He laughs at that because, well, maybe she should have. Of course he knows that he would have restrained her from touching as he did with everyone who tried to get a little too handsy with him, but perhaps if he hadn't he could have been having this epiphany a whole lot earlier. Who knows. ]

I asked him to create images in his head for me, and I watched them, yes. Completely on impulse, but that was apparently all I needed.

[ To the point where even thinking back on them now has him feeling a little dazed. Like a teenager coming into their own. ]

Here's to impulse, then. [ She toasts him with her mug. ]

So what're you fantasizing about, now? What lurid images are keeping Lestat up at -- day?

[ He snorts at that and makes this whole show of getting more comfortable in his chair; tossing his hair back out of his face and folding his arms delicately at the wrists where they rest on his crossed legs. He gives her a look that's too warm to be entirely suspicious, but not soft enough to be amused. ]

Right now?

[ Well, there's plenty he could talk about - everything he'd seen and felt with Reno, the mental pictures conjured in his head when he'd spoken with Louis - but somehow it feels strange to say all that to her. ]

Wouldn't it be odd to hear me talk about your fellow citizens like that?

[ He asks, a slight smile curling his lips. He could always fantasize about her, he supposes. ]

[ She shrugs, amused by the peacocking. For all the '80s glam and glitz, there are these moments where he seems very old-world to her. ]

Well, I don't know, depends if I've fucked them or not, probably.

But I wasn't asking for fantasies about specific people. Unless it's me, I suppose. [ Great -- and dirty -- minds evidently think alike. ] I just meant acts, like. Or feelings. General ideas.

[ His eyebrows twitch a little at the idea of having these kinds of thoughts unmatched to the person performing them. Is that a regular thing for humans, he wonders; being able to desire something being done to your body by a nameless, faceless form that only comes into feature if you give it those qualities?

For someone as people focused as Lestat is, it seems strange, but pushing himself into unfamiliar waters is what this whole thing is about, isn't it? ]

It isn't necessarily a fantasy, but I haven't been touched intimately in centuries, and this particular human seemed very intent on getting his hands on me. Or, more accurately, inside of me. That is lingering in my mind.

Mmhmm?

[ She props her chin on her hand, a slight smile crooking her lips. ]

Can't blame him. I imagine you'd be a sight to see with a couple fingers in your ass and a couple in your mouth.

D'you think you like it because he likes it, or because you're interested in the idea?

[ Lestat is by no means a prudish man, but when she says that so.. easily, he can't help but blink a little in surprise. His mouth slightly open, his tongue suddenly feeling very wet against his fangs, he tries to keep his breathing steady. A vampire's vivid imagination and mental prowess has always been a blessing to him, but he's all too aware of how easily it could become a curse like this.

He wets his lips. ]

I already told you how selfish I am.

[ Her eyes flick to his mouth, and her smirk gets a little wider as she takes a drink. ]

Yeah. And it's fun being the center of attention like that.

And that could go on a long time. Your hands might start to get stiff, but that's what toys are for.

[ He could break this tension and tell her there's very little chance he could actually get tired - vampire powers and all - but the idea of being so weak with pleasure does have some merit. As does the next thing she says.

She might laugh at him again, so he shifts a little in his seat, letting his pupils dilate with hunger as he focuses in on the mental image from before. Hopefully he looks earnest enough that she'll go easy on him. ]

... Toys?

Someone could use a dildo. [ She glances at him to see if he knows the word. They've been around forever, and surely he's not that sheltered, right? ] They could hold it and fuck you with it.

Me, I like wearing them, too -- you can get harnesses for your hips that'll hold them in place. [ She sits back and gestures down at her pelvis, tracing the lines over her hips where a strap-on harness would go. ] So if you don't have a cock, or, say, yours doesn't get hard for some reason, you can still fuck someone like that.

[ Storebought is fine! ]

Plus, then you have your hands free to play with their hair, have them suck on your fingers, play with their clit or their cock ... If it were me I'd want to be able to see your face, but you're so tall it might be easier to fuck you if you were on your knees.

[ See, they don't have to talk about their fellow citizens. Constantine is fully capable of "yes, and"-ing these fantasies into something bespoke for the two of them. ]

[ He feels a prickle of delight that his prompting has had the intended effect as she starts to explain, with detail, exactly what she means. He's heard of the use of toys before, of course - he was a teenager for a good few years before his eventual death - but the nineteenth century wasn't exactly well known for its progressive masturbation aids. They certainly didn't have strap ons, he's sure of that much.

When her hand slides down across her body Lestat follows the path of her fingers like a snake waiting to strike once the mouse gets close enough, his silvery eyes almost glossy with interest. He thinks about the practicality of it, the idea of the fastenings pressing into his hardened skin, fitting over his dead appendage when the blood fails to make it hard enough. But, he can't deny how much better it is to imagine the squeeze of her beautiful skin instead, poised over him, armed with the tool to slide inside him and the knowledge of how to make it feel good. How badly he wants to dip into her mind and see how she pieces these things together - so bad he has to bite back at his lip at just the thought alone, his hands flexing as if resisting the urge to touch.

He's never imagined a woman doing that to him, because of the aforementioned lack of any community exposure with progressive thinking, but God, does it make his heartrate spike. ]

I see... You'd have me like a dog, would you? [ He prompts, but he definitely doesn't sound put out about it. In fact, he sounds pretty all about that idea. ] Bent over so you can wind your hand into my hair and have your way with me?

Well, your hair is so pullable. And that angle's good, is what I hear. I can't speak from personal experience, though, you'd have to tell me how it felt.

I suppose you're used to having your mouth busy when you're intimate with people, right? Not a lot of dirty talk? But if I asked you to talk while I fucked you you'd do that for me.

[ A twitch of his expression; brows and lips tightening ever so briefly and then softening, his mouth parted. It's almost as if he could feel the sensation of having his hair pulled roughly backwards for a second, but that would be impossible, wouldn't it? ]

I would. If you gave me something good enough to talk about.

Ha! Brat.

[ Her tone is amused, almost fond. She knows that goading tactic intimately. ]

If you want an education in submission and multiple orgasms, we'll be here all week.

Well, only one of us could survive the other having multiple orgasms.

[ He smiles, and whether its because she sounds amused or because he's amused remains to be seen. Maybe both. ]

So I suppose you'd have plenty of time to give training me your best attempt. But I'm sure I don't need to tell you how difficult that would be.

[ A beat, a strange hungry flash in his eyes. ]

I'd like to make you work for it.

Of course you would.

[ Still amused, but more condescending now, like she's heard this all before. ]

Christ, you'd probably be insufferable, wouldn't you? Maybe I would have to gag you. If I were going to fuck you like a dog I suppose giving you a chew toy would be appropriate.

[ Boy she hopes that lands. Some people are really into debasement, some really aren't, and Lestat really seems like he could swing either way. She's running off vibes and lust, here, and trying to gauge his reactions when she pushes the boundaries. ]

How would you make me work for it, anyway? You're a foot taller than me and a fucking vampire. We're going to have to give you some kind of handicap.

[ Oh, it lands alright. Lestat is a proud man and doesn't take criticism well - if she was calling him stupid or pathetic, then he might have a problem - but this kind of talk is ticking all his boxes. Boxes he didn't even realise he had. ]

I don't know what handicap you could give me; I'm strong enough to break restraints, I am quicker and bigger and faster than you are...

[ He opens his mouth and presses the tip of his tongue to the point of one of his fangs in a similar manner to the way someone might scratch their head in thought. There is one handicap he has, after all. Quite a major one. ]

But then, I can't reach release the same way you do, it's not quite so easy for me. You see, I thought you were going to be the chew toy in all of this.

[ It's corny, but it's also. Not untrue. ]

[ Her heart rate picks up pleasantly at that. Listen, she's really enjoying talking about topping Lestat like their lives depend on it. That doesn't mean she's immune to the image of, once again, getting ravished by a vampire who is bigger, faster, and stronger than her. Especially one who's got a few hundred years of cunnilingus practice to catch up on.

Fuck. Should she have been reading more bodice-rippers all these years? The things you learn about yourself in the most unexpected places. ]

Well, sure, I assumed by the end of this, I'd let you have a drink. If you'd behaved yourself, at least.

[ He can hear her heartbeat so clearly from this distance, and doesn't miss the way it skips at his words. He wonders what part of it gave her such excitement - the thought of him bending metal cuffs until they burst from his wrists, snapping leather restraints, or the idea of something inhuman pinning her down with all its unnatural prowess? ]

If you made me want it bad enough, you could get me to do just about anything. Even behave.

[ Probably. Lestat had almost killed Reno with how worked up he'd gotten, but at least he knows the warning signs now. And at least he didn't kill him. Looking on the bright side. ]

I don't think it would be that hard. I remember how you taste. [ His smile turns more into a smirk then, curling slightly at the corner. ] I remember how you begged for it. I don't think I could forget.

[ Johanna swallows, which is probably audible to Lestat. ]

I think I swore at you, too, didn't I?

[ She tilts her head, momentarily distracted by curiosity. ]

If I cut a finger or something and fed that to you, would it feel like the bite? For either of us?

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oh hey does this thread need a nsfw warning

..... good point! take this as our nsfw warning o9

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