( Louis makes a soft, stifled sound at the sight of Lestat's thumb sweeping into his mouth, sticky with Louis' blood tears. He strains forward just the slightest amount, wanting, yearning, alive with the memory of Lestat's fangs sliding into his throat, and before the ache can consume him, Lestat's mouth is covering his.
Louis strokes his cheek with his thumb, fingertips sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck, lost in a mass of blond curls. When he breaks the kiss, it's only enough to ask, in a soft voice that's mostly breath against Lestat's lips: )
Will you drink from me, Lestat?
( He shivers, pressing closer, his leg tensing where it's caught between Lestat's. )
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Louis strokes his cheek with his thumb, fingertips sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck, lost in a mass of blond curls. When he breaks the kiss, it's only enough to ask, in a soft voice that's mostly breath against Lestat's lips: )
Will you drink from me, Lestat?
( He shivers, pressing closer, his leg tensing where it's caught between Lestat's. )