( A short sound escapes his throat as Lestat's teeth catch his earlobe, a wordless syllable of pleasure. His thigh muscles tense beneath Lestat's strong grip, and Louis groans; he knows how much stronger that grip could be if only Lestat weren't so careful with him. Distantly, Louis wonders if it's something Lestat even knows he's doing, or if it's instinctive. Proof of his love, no matter which.
His fingers slip down to the nape of Lestat's neck, nails teasing beneath the collar of his shirt. Louis wants to coax more of those sounds from him, those uncontrolled exhales that prove Lestat is just as overwhelmed by this as he is.
And then, since Lestat is apparently so keen on being tortured: )
Mm, if that's true, perhaps I ought to make you wait until after I've opened my gift…
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His fingers slip down to the nape of Lestat's neck, nails teasing beneath the collar of his shirt. Louis wants to coax more of those sounds from him, those uncontrolled exhales that prove Lestat is just as overwhelmed by this as he is.
And then, since Lestat is apparently so keen on being tortured: )
Mm, if that's true, perhaps I ought to make you wait until after I've opened my gift…