[ Lestat isn't sure he's ever seen anything more erotic than Louis suckling his thumb into his mouth like that. He could stay here for hours, he's sure, staring at Louis' cheeks hollowing and hearing his breaths turn into husky, desperate moans around his flesh, in a much similar way to how it's so easy for them to be lost in staring at a twinkling sky or the flickering flame of a candle.
When Louis tugs at him and urges him upwards in a manner so insistent it's almost petulant, Lestat can't hide a small, fond smile and submits easily to the instruction. He crawls, as slow as he's capable of being with his heart hammering in his chest like this, up Louis' body and toward his mouth to press a long awaited kiss there. He angles himself so that he can lie on his side next to him, aware that any kind of pressure directly on top of his chest after the trauma he'd just put the wound through would almost definitely be a royally stupid idea.
He feels like he should say something, but there's only one word echoing around his head like a mantra, so he murmurs it against his lips as they kiss. ]
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When Louis tugs at him and urges him upwards in a manner so insistent it's almost petulant, Lestat can't hide a small, fond smile and submits easily to the instruction. He crawls, as slow as he's capable of being with his heart hammering in his chest like this, up Louis' body and toward his mouth to press a long awaited kiss there. He angles himself so that he can lie on his side next to him, aware that any kind of pressure directly on top of his chest after the trauma he'd just put the wound through would almost definitely be a royally stupid idea.
He feels like he should say something, but there's only one word echoing around his head like a mantra, so he murmurs it against his lips as they kiss. ]
Louis...