( Louis' mouth drops open, and he exhales a soft cry of satisfaction as Lestat's sharp fangs slide into his flesh. His whole body tenses with it, but Lestat's gentleness and the safety of the columns of strong limbs around him keeps Louis so calm and so soothed that he almost feels drowsy. His arms wrap around Lestat, bare legs tangling together; he arches up against Lestat in the quiet ecstasy of the swoon, rocking against him in a slow, tidal clasp, one hand cradling the back of Lestat's head to hold him there with gentle, encouraging pressure as he drinks.
He doesn't have the presence of mind to attempt to send any images into Lestat through the blood, but exhausted as he is, his heart and its defenses are entirely open: I love you, he thinks in a reverent, half-aware litany, I'm yours, I will always be yours, body, blood, and soul. Take this blood, I give myself to you, let me nourish you, let me keep you safe and whole and show you everything you are to me... )
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He doesn't have the presence of mind to attempt to send any images into Lestat through the blood, but exhausted as he is, his heart and its defenses are entirely open: I love you, he thinks in a reverent, half-aware litany, I'm yours, I will always be yours, body, blood, and soul. Take this blood, I give myself to you, let me nourish you, let me keep you safe and whole and show you everything you are to me... )