[ He wouldn't. Probably. He glances down and watches the progress of Louis' fingers against his body, loving the way he feels through the silk and against his skin in equal amounts. Lestat notices that the thirst has taken a backseat despite the fact that he has a bottle of blood in his hand, and that all he really wants to do is settle himself beside Louis under the blanket and hold him.
He's caught by that thought, in fact, that all instinct and want and hunger has simmered down in him to leave only a soft tenderness behind. He's sure Louis won't mind, of course, but there are more pressing matters at hand. ]
You can touch me as much as you like in a moment.
[ He says, unable to resist flicking his gaze to Louis' face with a knowing little grin before he lifts Louis' hand away by the wrist and pushes the bottle into his hands instead. ]
You know all too well my bedside manner isn't the greatest, so you should take advantage of me doting on you like this while you still can.
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[ He wouldn't. Probably. He glances down and watches the progress of Louis' fingers against his body, loving the way he feels through the silk and against his skin in equal amounts. Lestat notices that the thirst has taken a backseat despite the fact that he has a bottle of blood in his hand, and that all he really wants to do is settle himself beside Louis under the blanket and hold him.
He's caught by that thought, in fact, that all instinct and want and hunger has simmered down in him to leave only a soft tenderness behind. He's sure Louis won't mind, of course, but there are more pressing matters at hand. ]
You can touch me as much as you like in a moment.
[ He says, unable to resist flicking his gaze to Louis' face with a knowing little grin before he lifts Louis' hand away by the wrist and pushes the bottle into his hands instead. ]
You know all too well my bedside manner isn't the greatest, so you should take advantage of me doting on you like this while you still can.