( Louis makes a soft sound almost like pain when Lestat's mouth finally leaves the gash in his chest, and he turns his face to mouth blindly at Lestat's fingers, nipping at the pad of his thumb and sucking it into his mouth with a groan. He can't form a single coherent thought, but slowly his grip on Lestat's hair loosens by a fraction, and his muscles slacken, dropping him back down into the blankets.
His hips flex, and he feels the sharp sting of Lestat's nails in his bare skin; he moans quietly, the brief pain bursting in bright colors and then blooming into pleasure. Everything feels good, even the ache in his chest and the throb from the healing wound there.
He tugs at Lestat's hair, urging him upward, one heel digging encouragingly into Lestat's lower back. There's a strange sort of shimmering sensation everywhere they're making contact, like light given physical form and spreading out in slow ripples beneath his skin. )
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His hips flex, and he feels the sharp sting of Lestat's nails in his bare skin; he moans quietly, the brief pain bursting in bright colors and then blooming into pleasure. Everything feels good, even the ache in his chest and the throb from the healing wound there.
He tugs at Lestat's hair, urging him upward, one heel digging encouragingly into Lestat's lower back. There's a strange sort of shimmering sensation everywhere they're making contact, like light given physical form and spreading out in slow ripples beneath his skin. )