( Louis bucks against Lestat, pushing toward the sudden pressure at his hip, pain and pleasure throbbing through him as Lestat sucks greedily at his tongue. But the wound is already healing, even with Louis weakened from hunger, and it's over far too quickly, leaving him shuddering and insensible. Louis gasps against Lestat's mouth, heart racing as he takes in shallow breaths he doesn't need.
His eyelashes flutter, and he lets out a whine, torn between his fierce desire and the remnants of his self-control. Nothing seems to matter but the two of them, and the entire world might as well be the press of Lestat's body against his. Instinct has him wanting to bite, to sink his fangs into the swell of Lestat's pulse and drink until the thirst is no longer pulling at his veins, until Lestat's heartbeat is locked with his and they become one being. But somehow, with the last of his restraint, he makes himself be still.
Well, not entirely still. He can't seem to stop squirming, fingers kneading little circles against Lestat's scalp. )
Oh, you are a wicked creature...
( It's barely a whisper, low and soft and overwhelmed and only the very slightest bit resentful. )
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His eyelashes flutter, and he lets out a whine, torn between his fierce desire and the remnants of his self-control. Nothing seems to matter but the two of them, and the entire world might as well be the press of Lestat's body against his. Instinct has him wanting to bite, to sink his fangs into the swell of Lestat's pulse and drink until the thirst is no longer pulling at his veins, until Lestat's heartbeat is locked with his and they become one being. But somehow, with the last of his restraint, he makes himself be still.
Well, not entirely still. He can't seem to stop squirming, fingers kneading little circles against Lestat's scalp. )
Oh, you are a wicked creature...
( It's barely a whisper, low and soft and overwhelmed and only the very slightest bit resentful. )