[ Lestat isn't really considering the depth of what he's doing, nor is he really thinking about the physicality of it and the fact that in his efforts to help heal Louis he's actually hindering the progress more than anything; all he can think is how hot and sweet Louis tastes, how the blood seems to swell from the meat of him and surrounds Lestat's tongue enough to happily sustain him this way, for hours, probably. For months, for years.
His eyes flash when he feels Louis body try to knit itself together under his ministrations, feels the muscle flex and tense against his tongue, feels the flesh try to mend despite the intrusion of him... he thinks again how he would like nothing better than for it to do as it wishes and to be forever fused to the object of his desire like this, one being, one heart and one soul...
And then Louis physically shakes him out of it with the elegant jerk of his spine, fingers tightening, body dragging him closer as if he wants the exact same thing too, for them to become one thing. The pin point explosion of pleasure has Lestat seeing fireworks of colour in Louis' blood, alongside the beastly visions of the desire to have him drink him down to the last drop only to find more, infinitely locked together in this way and constantly serving Lestat's insatiable hunger for him...
Lestat shudders himself, the claws of one hand digging in to Louis hips to keep him here, keep him grounded, while his other hand slips up to Louis' face, cups his cheek, runs over his lips, teeters on the very precipice of pushing into his mouth. His mind is wild with the feral thought of being claimed in the same way, of having his flesh become Louis' flesh, of feeling that powerful link like an extension of his body to another being... He doesn't have words for how badly he wants to feel it again, but on his own terms, with someone he's always wanted to call his own.
Lestat gives in to temptation closes his lips around the wound and sucks very lightly, feeling the blood flood seep through his teeth before he pushes it back in with his tongue. That alone is enough to send a shiver rocketing down his spine, enough to have his hands grip so hard they might bruise... and enough to have him finally pulling away, for fear that perhaps he might get too caught up in how delicious that had felt and end up doing more damage. ]
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His eyes flash when he feels Louis body try to knit itself together under his ministrations, feels the muscle flex and tense against his tongue, feels the flesh try to mend despite the intrusion of him... he thinks again how he would like nothing better than for it to do as it wishes and to be forever fused to the object of his desire like this, one being, one heart and one soul...
And then Louis physically shakes him out of it with the elegant jerk of his spine, fingers tightening, body dragging him closer as if he wants the exact same thing too, for them to become one thing. The pin point explosion of pleasure has Lestat seeing fireworks of colour in Louis' blood, alongside the beastly visions of the desire to have him drink him down to the last drop only to find more, infinitely locked together in this way and constantly serving Lestat's insatiable hunger for him...
Lestat shudders himself, the claws of one hand digging in to Louis hips to keep him here, keep him grounded, while his other hand slips up to Louis' face, cups his cheek, runs over his lips, teeters on the very precipice of pushing into his mouth. His mind is wild with the feral thought of being claimed in the same way, of having his flesh become Louis' flesh, of feeling that powerful link like an extension of his body to another being... He doesn't have words for how badly he wants to feel it again, but on his own terms, with someone he's always wanted to call his own.
Lestat gives in to temptation closes his lips around the wound and sucks very lightly, feeling the blood flood seep through his teeth before he pushes it back in with his tongue. That alone is enough to send a shiver rocketing down his spine, enough to have his hands grip so hard they might bruise... and enough to have him finally pulling away, for fear that perhaps he might get too caught up in how delicious that had felt and end up doing more damage. ]