( It feels almost as if Lestat is drinking straight from his heart, drawing the blood and the life straight from the core of him and passing it through himself.
Louis' eyes are bright and strange, half-clouded with pleasurable delirium and yet fixed on Lestat as if nothing else exists in all the cosmos. His expression is worshipful, fascinated, awestruck — oh, he may be tired and half-drained, but he's committing every detail of this to his perfect memory, certain that he'll want to remember it again and again.
He's still writhing beneath Lestat's weight, breathing heavily, audibly; when Lestat's tongue presses in, his whole body jerks, sensation spooling outward from that spot in shimmers of red-gold light that he can feel beneath his skin, that he can almost see... )
God... why is it that I want you to go even deeper...
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Louis' eyes are bright and strange, half-clouded with pleasurable delirium and yet fixed on Lestat as if nothing else exists in all the cosmos. His expression is worshipful, fascinated, awestruck — oh, he may be tired and half-drained, but he's committing every detail of this to his perfect memory, certain that he'll want to remember it again and again.
He's still writhing beneath Lestat's weight, breathing heavily, audibly; when Lestat's tongue presses in, his whole body jerks, sensation spooling outward from that spot in shimmers of red-gold light that he can feel beneath his skin, that he can almost see... )
God... why is it that I want you to go even deeper...