[ The teeth of the zipper seem deafening in the still quiet of the bathroom. Lestat watches Louis' green eyes flick down to his pulse, feeling their twin heartbeats both tick up with the strange anticipation in the air. Talking about things like that when Lestat is moments away from having his lover completely bare makes the whole thing feel strangely charged, though with what he can't accurately say.
Instead, as if in compromise, he leans forward to press a kiss against Louis' mouth. His face is still covered in rain water and the remains of his own blood smeared across his lips and chin, but he's sure the sentiment will be appreciated regardless. He smiles, knowingly. ]
Oh, I understand.
[ Before he helps him out of the last clothing keeping him modest, Lestat seems to decide that it's only fair for him to follow suit, and breaks their contact just long enough to get his shirts up and over his head, shaking his hair loose, unfastening his various accessories, and kicking off his own boots in a manner that's strangely hurried compared to his normal careful routine. He shucks off his own jeans first, as if trying to prove to himself that it's not that big of a deal, and then helps Louis with his.
Naked around one another, for the first time in nearly two centuries; Lestat knows that practically he shouldn't be applying so much meaning to this - it's a necessary step, after all - but some part of him that still feels human can't ignore the slight warmth to his cheeks and the fluttering feeling in his chest. Resolutely making sure he doesn't stare, because he feels like if he starts then he'll find it difficult to stop, he guides Louis with both hands at his wrists to step into the warm spray making the little bathroom foggy with heat. ]
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Instead, as if in compromise, he leans forward to press a kiss against Louis' mouth. His face is still covered in rain water and the remains of his own blood smeared across his lips and chin, but he's sure the sentiment will be appreciated regardless. He smiles, knowingly. ]
Oh, I understand.
[ Before he helps him out of the last clothing keeping him modest, Lestat seems to decide that it's only fair for him to follow suit, and breaks their contact just long enough to get his shirts up and over his head, shaking his hair loose, unfastening his various accessories, and kicking off his own boots in a manner that's strangely hurried compared to his normal careful routine. He shucks off his own jeans first, as if trying to prove to himself that it's not that big of a deal, and then helps Louis with his.
Naked around one another, for the first time in nearly two centuries; Lestat knows that practically he shouldn't be applying so much meaning to this - it's a necessary step, after all - but some part of him that still feels human can't ignore the slight warmth to his cheeks and the fluttering feeling in his chest. Resolutely making sure he doesn't stare, because he feels like if he starts then he'll find it difficult to stop, he guides Louis with both hands at his wrists to step into the warm spray making the little bathroom foggy with heat. ]