( It's strangely comforting being pinned like this, held down and caged in like one of their helpless mortal victims — only in this case, Louis is fully aware and entirely willing. It isn't that Louis wants to resist; it's only that it's almost too much for him, an overwhelming amount of sensation, so good that he doesn't know what to do with himself. Intimacy is still such a foreign thing, for so many years only ever stolen in brief, petty moments that Louis despised himself for.
How wonderful, then, to love and be loved by a heart that would never stop beating. )
Wicked. Devious. Insatiable.
( Louis exhales sharply, a brief laugh of amazement. It's a strange, giddy rush of power, hearing that rough, pleading note in Lestat's voice — knowing how terribly easy it would be to be cruel to him, and feeling all the more protective for it. A shiver runs through him, all the way down to his curled toes. He tightens his grip on Lestat, tipping his head up to brush their lips together as he whispers: )
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How wonderful, then, to love and be loved by a heart that would never stop beating. )
Wicked. Devious. Insatiable.
( Louis exhales sharply, a brief laugh of amazement. It's a strange, giddy rush of power, hearing that rough, pleading note in Lestat's voice — knowing how terribly easy it would be to be cruel to him, and feeling all the more protective for it. A shiver runs through him, all the way down to his curled toes. He tightens his grip on Lestat, tipping his head up to brush their lips together as he whispers: )
You're very easy to compliment.