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vampireblood) wrote2024-08-30 11:07 pm
vampireblood) wrote2024-08-30 11:07 pm
vampireblood) wrote2024-08-30 11:07 pm
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It was a flippant, easy lie when Louis said he didn't need or have the same wants and desires. He was so stupid back then. Thank infernal damnation that life turned sideways so that he might be here to watch this display of a bottle and palm. His cock jumped and throbbed eagerly at the sight. Toys, as if. ]
No, my Lestat, there's no need for toys at this moment. All I genuinely crave is your flesh against mine. You know I want to be one with you again. Please, please take me. Make me yours again.
[ The words of a man delving deeper into his deprivation. All he wanted now was for Lestat inside him in one manner or another. He needed touch; he needed to be fucked in no uncertain terms. There was no need to pretty it up any longer. There was a prickling along his body, dangling in his heart that beat so dangerously slow, barely depositing blood throughout his soul.
He needed this like a dying man who wanted one more breath, one more beat of his heart. Louis needed Lestat.
His hands pulled Lestat to him, crawling with nails and slightly heated palms along his chest and shoulders. Slicing through a pec, Louis latched on briefly and lapped at the wound until it sealed beneath his tongue. His other hand stole like a thief in the night down to claim a muscled thigh, squeezing tight, showing intention to move upward and take more if Lestat did not make his move. Louis would turn and take complete control if this play did not begin to climb along its most important plot-line soon enough. ]
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Is it pain you want to feel, mon cher?
( a hand slips between their bodies, wet and slick, dragging itself between his lover's legs. so long it's been. even for him. to resist the urge to simply sheathe himself deep and hard inside his dear louis and watch him take his own desire for him over and over again until they both reach their own personal ecstasy from one another is... difficult, to say the least. especially when the other is marking up his skin as he is. )
The pain of being so full you feel as if you might tear in half before you even get to taste the sweetness of the pleasure that comes from it?
( even as words are spilled onto his lover's lips, he hikes a leg around him β slots himself so perfectly between those legs of his lover and presses the head of his own aching cock against the part of louis that eagerly waits to be filled. lestat watches him, tilt of his head, eyes filled with nothing but an intense desire for this man beneath him and how long it's been since he's found himself in this position with him. )
Show me how much you want to feel it, Louis. Show me how much you want me.
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Yes, yes, please. I want to be full of you, only you. Remind me how it is, how your body fits mine, and only yours. No one else can fuck me, can fill me, can use me in the exact way you can. Take me, Lestat; I am yours.
[ Robbed of breath from the way Lestat breathes along Louis' ear, the vampire feels almost faint with desire when he's pulled up tight, Lestat's body wrapped deep around him. Knowing that his cock is mere inches away, Louis purrs out a near whine of need, a keen of feral desire so dark that even incubi would derive power from the weight of sexual energy pouring from his body.
Reaching between them, Louis wraps his long fingers around Lestat's length, stroking it several times before he presses his body down, pushing through an unstretched, intense tightness that could only be made for one person. He's been used and abused, but Louis knows that he's only ever made love to one person. He groans deeply, eyes fluttering closed as pain flares and diminishes the further Lestat grows inside him, joining them completely. Finally. ]
This, you, Finally Merciful Lestat, how I need this, you. Only ever you.
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sweet whisperings of french spill from parted lips there at the curve of louis' neck the moment he takes him in. blue eyes shut. strands of blond tickling warm skin. nails scratching red-beaded lines along an arm and then hip. he savors the feeling β savors the taste of the other vampire on his tongue and lips, drinking down every last one of those lovely sounds that leave his dear louis before teeth pierce that skin lips tantalize themselves over and he slowly drinks from his lover beneath him.
it's with that drink he moves then. slow, at first. a gentle build up of a rhythm they haven't danced together in some time. dry spells had happened between them even back then, when louis had refused him and lestat had needed to find other means to satisfy the hunger of the flesh he wished to indulge in with his companion. but this remains different than coming back together after those spells, given the fact that they had been together still at the time. this... this is a sort of coming home in a way he hasn't felt in some time and it is a feeling he never wishes to let go of again, so long as he can help it.
mouth slipping away from louis' neck, he kisses him, blood stained on his lips β hand smoothing along the gentle curve of a hip as he hikes the other's leg up higher and presses himself harder into his lover. every thrust slowly becoming desperate than the last, the sounds that spill from him both strangled and possessive. needing to feel the other vampire in every way he possibly can, all while buried deep inside him, filling him with the length of his cock as he fucks him there on the bed. turning it from the sweet movements of reconciliation to the more hurried and desperate thrusts of a vampire consumed with its lust for blood and flesh. )
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The pierce of nail and slice of cock moved through him until, eventually, Louis could move back, had his voice crying out hoarse songs of Lestat's name. It was forever praise upon his lips in want, need, desperation, and love. Louis' own hands carve out their swollen relief in rivulets down the pale flesh of Lestat's back and across his buttocks. Finally, back where he should be, Louis vows silently never to allow this to leave him again.
Hips sluice upward and begin to meet motion for motion. No other proclivities or differences will ever be needed. Louis will always meet Lestat's needs head-on and be there on his knees if he even feels a whisper of unhappiness. This is the one who gave him a second life and breathed life into him again. Wrapping his leg around Lestat's hip, he begins to ride the furious wave of greed, the great need of Lestat's desperation.
Feeling only the bliss of the dead, Louis is lost to the bite of his lover-- world spiraling in upon itself in an orgasm of prerelease, only offered up when one like Lestat sinks his teeth into Louis while he fucks him to the very end of himself. The consummation of their homecoming would turn into a conflagration and their deathbed if lust could be measured at this moment. He moans and grips tight, burying his fingers tight as he jolts his hips forward on a long cry. ]
My Lestat, oh my love. I'm going to come.