[ Lestat feels like a greyhound with its eyes on the rabbit, waiting on the klaxon of a horn to be released, poised and strangely vulnerable in the handful of seconds it takes for Louis to speak again.
When he does, something grips at Lestat's core and shakes it, the power shift doing something to him he hadn't expected it to. Of course, he no longer basks in the vastness of their differences in might, but Louis has always deferred to him in some ways, so these moments where he holds the reins willingly are enticing in more ways than mere erotic value; it says a lot about their level of trust, now. That, more than anything, is what has his heart in a vice. Though the brush of Louis' lips doesn't hurt. Another sound leaves him unbidden, a soft noise of desperate encouragement, like he might die were this to stop. ]
Am I? [ He murmurs, voice gone slightly hoarse. He kisses that sweet mouth again, wasting no time getting his tongue inside and tasting the trace of iron scent left behind... and then, in an extreme show of astounding resistance, parting just before it gets good. ] Then you should do it more.
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When he does, something grips at Lestat's core and shakes it, the power shift doing something to him he hadn't expected it to. Of course, he no longer basks in the vastness of their differences in might, but Louis has always deferred to him in some ways, so these moments where he holds the reins willingly are enticing in more ways than mere erotic value; it says a lot about their level of trust, now. That, more than anything, is what has his heart in a vice. Though the brush of Louis' lips doesn't hurt. Another sound leaves him unbidden, a soft noise of desperate encouragement, like he might die were this to stop. ]
Am I? [ He murmurs, voice gone slightly hoarse. He kisses that sweet mouth again, wasting no time getting his tongue inside and tasting the trace of iron scent left behind... and then, in an extreme show of astounding resistance, parting just before it gets good. ] Then you should do it more.