( Pleased, Louis hums into the kiss, squeezing both Lestat's hands in his own. Being cared for like this is so precious, something that he's never allowed from anyone in his long, long life, and he feels so undeserving of such tenderness that he nearly wants to pull away. But he doesn't, too hypnotized by the sight of Lestat's long fingers caressing his own, the gentle scrubbing beneath his nails, until he's shining so clean and new that he might have been freshly-made from porcelain.
He bites at Lestat's lip a little as they kiss, teasing the swell of it with his teeth, and tormenting them both by licking just once at Lestat's sharp fangs. He withdraws only after a very long moment, eyes half-lidded as he gazes at Lestat, his heart thudding in his chest. The wound still aches with every throb, but he doesn't think he'll lose much more blood. And if he doesn't do anything foolish, and the City doesn't send him back to that party tonight to aggravate the injury, he just might be healed tomorrow evening when he wakes. In a few more nights, surely. )
Let me see your wrist?
( Louis asks softly, undemanding, turning Lestat's bitten wrist to see whether it's healed as much as it ought to have. )
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He bites at Lestat's lip a little as they kiss, teasing the swell of it with his teeth, and tormenting them both by licking just once at Lestat's sharp fangs. He withdraws only after a very long moment, eyes half-lidded as he gazes at Lestat, his heart thudding in his chest. The wound still aches with every throb, but he doesn't think he'll lose much more blood. And if he doesn't do anything foolish, and the City doesn't send him back to that party tonight to aggravate the injury, he just might be healed tomorrow evening when he wakes. In a few more nights, surely. )
Let me see your wrist?
( Louis asks softly, undemanding, turning Lestat's bitten wrist to see whether it's healed as much as it ought to have. )