( Louis sighs his name, a frustrated, hungry whine twisting the second syllable until it's mostly a breath ghosting its way across Lestat's lips. His fingers bunch in the hair at the nape of Lestat's neck, and he angles his chin up instinctively to try to chase those sweet lips. But it doesn't work — or perhaps he doesn't truly want it to work, and the wanting is part of the point.
He tips his head to one side instead, jaw upturned just enough to show a white flash of throat. Torment for torment, at least. His eyelashes flutter, and he kneads restlessly at Lestat, thirst turning his green eyes sharp and bright. )
Why is it that you only practice restraint when you're trying to utterly destroy my own, hm?
( He tries to sound chiding, but his lips curl into a fond, thirst-hazy smile that shows more of his fangs than usual. Like this, pinned down and deeply aware of his body's need for blood, Louis can hardly sort out whether he wants to bite or be bitten. )
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( Louis sighs his name, a frustrated, hungry whine twisting the second syllable until it's mostly a breath ghosting its way across Lestat's lips. His fingers bunch in the hair at the nape of Lestat's neck, and he angles his chin up instinctively to try to chase those sweet lips. But it doesn't work — or perhaps he doesn't truly want it to work, and the wanting is part of the point.
He tips his head to one side instead, jaw upturned just enough to show a white flash of throat. Torment for torment, at least. His eyelashes flutter, and he kneads restlessly at Lestat, thirst turning his green eyes sharp and bright. )
Why is it that you only practice restraint when you're trying to utterly destroy my own, hm?
( He tries to sound chiding, but his lips curl into a fond, thirst-hazy smile that shows more of his fangs than usual. Like this, pinned down and deeply aware of his body's need for blood, Louis can hardly sort out whether he wants to bite or be bitten. )