[ The sound of his name being said like that transports Lestat back to the many times he's heard it said similarly; scolding, resentful, heated, indifferent, wanting. Like this is definitely his favourite, and he can't deny the grin that curls his lips as he watches Louis' body practically vibrate with need beneath him. As the author of that need, Lestat feels almost entitled to the sliver of flesh Louis graces him with, and the heavy exhale that rattles from him at the sight is his gift to Louis in return.
He dips his head down, swooping as if to take the bite they both so desperately desire, and instead runs the flat of his tongue from the line of Louis' jugular and up to the angle of his jaw, just below his ear. He murmurs into it, his voice heavy with the very resistance Louis is willing him to relinquish. ]
But your restraint is so much more powerful than mine, amour. [ He catches the lobe with not even the slightest threat of his fangs, just a blunt scrape of flat teeth. The hand on Louis' hip slides down, the heavy pressure moving along Louis' thigh, mapping out where firm muscle gives way to softness and then Lestat hikes it up, boxing himself in with Louis' legs, his hands practically needling into the fabric as if to wordlessly convey just how much effort this kind of restraint is asking of him. He lets out another helpless sigh of frustration or affection, or both. ] It tastes so much better when you make me wait.
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He dips his head down, swooping as if to take the bite they both so desperately desire, and instead runs the flat of his tongue from the line of Louis' jugular and up to the angle of his jaw, just below his ear. He murmurs into it, his voice heavy with the very resistance Louis is willing him to relinquish. ]
But your restraint is so much more powerful than mine, amour. [ He catches the lobe with not even the slightest threat of his fangs, just a blunt scrape of flat teeth. The hand on Louis' hip slides down, the heavy pressure moving along Louis' thigh, mapping out where firm muscle gives way to softness and then Lestat hikes it up, boxing himself in with Louis' legs, his hands practically needling into the fabric as if to wordlessly convey just how much effort this kind of restraint is asking of him. He lets out another helpless sigh of frustration or affection, or both. ] It tastes so much better when you make me wait.