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USERNAME: @louis Louis de Pointe du Lac The Vampire Chronicles TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO • ACTION • OVERFLOW

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[perfectdevil]

[ 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. ]

Louis...

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Lestat...

( Louis sighs his name sweetly into the kiss, relaxing into the nest of blankets and pillows and slowly going boneless. He can't bring himself to move... not that he would want to, with his legs still tangled loosely around Lestat's, and his fingers languidly dragging through his shower-damp curls. His wound tingles, almost tickles as the muscles slowly twine themselves together again, and what pain still remains doesn't seem to matter now.

One hand drops to caress Lestat's face, thumb stroking back and forth across the rise of his cheekbone, slow and possessive and adoring. )

Thank you. I feel much better now.

[perfectdevil]

Such a gentleman, even now.

[ Lestat can't hold in the quiet, breathy laugh that escapes him at the sound of Louis thanking him of all things, even though he'd just arguably halted the healing process for his own hunger and curiosity... but then, this look of absolute bliss on Louis' face, and the way he seems to sink into the pillows as if he's become heavier somehow... Well, perhaps it was worth it. ]

Now you really do need rest. Sleep, my heart.

[ Lestat presses another kiss to his mouth, and hopes that the way it lingers and the intensity of it will adequately describe without the blood how much he cares for Louis, how utterly world changing this evening has been, and how protective and thankful he is for these vulnerable moments. ]

[deathoftheauthor]

( Lestat's quiet voice murmuring the word sleep has all the effect of a command, but it's only Louis finally letting himself realize just how completely exhausted he is. It's as if he was still waiting for permission, somehow, and now that it's finally been granted, he can go to his slumber and let the events of the night pass into memory.

The kiss comes to an end, and Louis blinks so slowly, hardly able to keep his eyes open. He looks at Lestat for just a moment, his gaze focusing and then unfocusing again before he gives up. Eyes shut, then. )

Mmm... I want to tell you all about how it felt, but...

( As if he could find the words to speak of it right now. Even at his most clear-minded, it would be a difficult thing to describe, but it was so transcendent that he doesn't think he can bear to keep his thoughts to himself. )

Tomorrow.