( Louis groans softly, almost inaudibly, halfway between exasperation and arousal, a state which is unique to such close proximity with Lestat. He's losing the game without ever having figured out the rules. His fingers twitch, pinned between them, and his other hand comes to rest at Lestat's waist, thumb slipping through one of his belt loops.

His heart speeds up again, unable to keep from glancing at that brief flash of tongue against Lestat's lips, and there's no good reason why he isn't just kissing him, is there? Except that he's being like this.

Louis licks his own lips without meaning to (damn it), and one fang presses into his lower lip as he tries to respond. )

You don't miss anything, do you? And so you must know how you sounded when you said it, that you would enjoy watching me…

( Each word winds him tighter until he's coiled like a spring, his skin tingling with an attempted blush, blood rushing under his skin. )

It's the same way you sound now.