This is Louis. Good evening. Or good day, if you're attempting to reach me during my scheduled rest. Please leave a message, and I will get back to you once I've regained consciousness.
( Louis looks surprised again, but not as badly as he had the first time— less like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car and more simply shy. He almost wishes that the Cat would just do it instead of asking, if he wants to so badly. But every step of the way he has asked Louis' permission, forced his active participation and consent... He's grateful for the consideration, grateful to not be manipulated, but part of him does not actually want to consider his own feelings or desires at all. That is most certainly not why he came to Decadia.
Well. It isn't as though he's asked Louis if he wants to kiss him. Which Louis does, or at the very least he thinks that the idea sounds more pleasant than unpleasant. But he also feels, rather foolishly and romantically, that he ought to keep some symbolic action reserved for the person whom he loves, and whom he hopes that he is going back to at the end of all of this. And he's sure that Lestat would either find such hesitation desperately romantic, or he would laugh at Louis for thinking in such human terms.
Perhaps both.
Probably both.
With a soft little exhale of breath, Louis leans in and presses his lips to the Cat's, before he can think any more of it and turn the mood sour. He likes the Cat genuinely, and he does want to please him, and if his cold lips may do so somehow, then that is a much simpler thing than his own complex feelings. His hand rests on that warm cheek, stroking gently with his thumb, letting the moment linger and blossom between them, and trying not to wonder what this creature sees in him. )
[ The Cat isn't quite sure if he was expecting Louis to kiss him, but the sound he makes when their lips meet is almost certainly one of relief. He's cold, like the Cat remembers, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing — the Cat is actively in love with a ghost boy, so it isn't like a non-human body or the temperature that goes with it is a turn-off for him — and in actual fact he rather enjoys the way his mouth tingles against him as he wastes no time licking into his mouth, rough tongue against ridiculously smooth lips, and further still.
He may have been feeling tender and romantic toward Louis a moment ago, and those feelings linger at the periphery of his thoughts, but being in his lap and under the soft touch to his cheek and the way Louis holds him so steady, makes him want to dig his claws in and pull. He can't ever let a tender moment linger, but perhaps that's for the best. For both of them. Louis, after all, has his love and his wish to think about, and the Cat... Well, the Cat has sensation to chase.
He drags his tongue against Louis' soft palate, moaning quietly between their mouths as he draws away completely after a kiss deep and hot enough that it would leave any creature in need of breath panting. Louis isn't and doesn't, but the Cat knows better ways than that to drive him to distraction. ]
Last time I let you have my blood first... [ The Cat points out, eyes dipped low and following the path of his claws sliding along Louis' shoulders and down his chest, plucking faintly at the fabric of his shirt. ] But this time I want you to earn it. I can't stop thinking about you biting me right as I come... [ Eyes flick back up, and the Cat smiles. Yes, he's been thinking about Louis in his free time. What of it? ] Do you think we could do that?
( It does not take long before Louis is well and thoroughly distracted from his momentary melancholic thoughts by wondering how many centuries (millennia?) of practice the Cat King must have at kissing, to be so very talented at it. He's keenly aware of the blood moving in his own body, changing its pace and priority in response to the rough, clever drag of that tongue against his— almost as aware as he is of the heat of the Cat in his lap, the solid weight of him pinning Louis down as arousal settles between his legs in the most fascinatingly human manner. )
Mm, ( Louis responds intelligently, a half-stifled moan of pleased agreement. He notes the way his own blood starts to rush at the suggestion, the way he feels an eager little throb between his legs. )
Yes... I think that we can do that.
( He hesitates, his modesty wrestling with his curiosity, before he asks with a voice full of hopeful politeness: )
Have you thought about... ah... how you would like me to earn it?
[ The way Louis seems like a stone eroded by the waves as the Cat leans back from kissing him is a considerable compliment, one that makes him grin pleased and unabashed as he watches Louis' pale face flush ever so slightly, as he feels the muscles in his thighs twitch hungrily beneath the Cat's weight.
He expected no other response than acceptance, so when it comes, he's already shifting to assume a position Louis should be very familiar with having him in by now — tossing his leg over his lap, curving his spine so that when his thighs squeeze his hips, his body lifts ever so slightly from Louis' legs. The perfect position to ride him in, the very thought that's been on his mind since the last time he found himself here, rutting against the other man with blood running down his arm.
So, yes, he's certainly thought about it, and with a sharp little grin and a crackle of magic, a small sachet of something unintelligible appears in the Cat's hand. It was more than just that, of course, but unless Louis has started to pick up on the traits of the Cat's magic as they affect his physical form, he might not notice that the Cat has disappeared the underwear he was wearing from beneath the high-riding hem of his short skirt until he gets his hands down there.
He takes one of Louis' hands by the wrist, but instead of squeezing out the contents of the packet onto his fingers to slick him up straight away, he instead brings the digits up to his mouth again, pausing with them resting on his lips. ]
I keep thinking about being in your lap like this. Pressing you down with my body. Letting you use your fingers to stretch me open. [ He kisses the tip of one of Louis fingers, then slathes the flat of his rough tongue across them. ] And letting you fuck me once you're done. I'll be so warm, so alive all around you. I'll feel like a furnace. I'll have to hold you back with my hands until I'm ready for you to bite me.
[ It's a beastly fantasy, but the Cat's thighs tense slightly as his cock gives a powerful twitch of interest. He nips with his teeth at one of Louis' fingerprints. ]
( Louis had not anticipated how easily he could become physically aroused under such attention, how quickly and eagerly this body (which had hardly known mortal pleasure even when it was mortal) would respond to the mere suggestion of what it might do. He's sure that it must have a great deal to do with the Cat himself, too, of course, and how safe this ancient creature has made him feel in exploring this side of himself.
He feels his cock respond as though it were the thing being kissed and caressed, twitching between his legs like a living creature with a mind of its own, his blood pooling there and making him thicken. His fingers twitch, too, stroking the swell of the Cat's lips and pressing a nail against the lower once his tongue retreats into his mouth. God, is he as warm inside? If for no other reason than this heat— dear Heaven, that would be enough... )
That sounds marvelous...
( Louis sighs, his back arching slightly as his other hand comes to caress the Cat's thigh, thumb sliding inward and upward and rubbing the muscle, pushing the hem of his skirt ever higher. )
No truth magic required, ( he murmurs with mild amusement, eyes fixed on the white of his fingers against the Cat's mouth. ) Will you pin me down and take your pleasure from me? Keep me thirsting until you've finished with me and you're on the very brink?
[ The sound of Louis feeding into the Cat's own fantasies is almost as good as the sensation of his cock hardening under the Cat's thighs is, as the point of one of his sharp nails in the Cat's lip is, as the feeling of his hand sliding almost possessively up his thigh is. All of it, everything, swirls around the Cat's perception to make a heady cocktail of desire, and his mind is helpless to paint the mental picture flickering behind his eyes with colour spots of Louis' question. The idea of the Cat pinning Louis down and making him want is vivid and so incredibly fucking hot, and the Cat whines with an eagerness he hadn't realised was as pressing as it is until he feels his blood throb in his veins.
He must be at least half hard himself, if not more, threatening the hemline of his dress dangerously if he isn't already breaching it, but he can hardly bring himself to look anywhere else than at Louis' face as he flicks his tongue out to pass kittenlike over the tips of his fingers before drawing them away from his mouth and setting to the task at hand.
He pierces the sachet with his claws, getting Louis' fingers slick and guiding them behind him with precision and determination; he's a Cat who knows exactly what he wants, and the fact that Louis wants it just as bad is fuelling the coals of desire set deep within him. ]
Fuck— [ He groans, at the chilled feeling of both Louis' fingers and the lube against him. His body is hotter than a human's anyway, but flushed with blood as he is, he feels alight with heat. His voice isn't quite breathless yet, but it won't take long. ] I'll take everything from you. I might even have you begging for it before I give it to you.
( There is something wildly gratifying about hearing that single syllable of desire fall from the Cat's lips, the exhaled fuck that sounds so deliciously filthy and makes Louis want to say it in return; he himself is not particularly inclined toward swearing, at least not in English, but there is a color to it that is undeniably appealing in the right context.
Louis shivers beneath the press of the Cat's warm body, pushing his fingers toward where they're guided, rubbing teasingly against his tightness before pushing in: the tip of his first finger, then the middle, then both, working him open in that one-one-two rhythm, fingers pushing deeper each time. He isn't particularly slow about it, but he is methodical and thorough, enjoying the slow rising heat and enjoying the strange echoing anticipation of pleasure twitching through his cock with each push in. And... perhaps he wants to hear the Cat whine again. )
Oh, you're so beautifully warm...
( Louis' other hand meanders further up the Cat's leg, and when his eyes flick down he spies the flushed tip of the head of his cock peeking out from beneath the hemline of his dress. Louis' own cock twitches in response, and he has to swallow around a sudden mouthful of thirst before he speaks again. )
Ah, I can see the appeal of the short skirt more properly now.
( His fingers skim up the line of the Cat's cock before coming to tease the head, swirling his thumb in a circle at a pace matching his fingers working the Cat open. )
[ He's half wondering if Louis might need a little direction, if the Cat might have to guide his fingers completely or else give him verbal instructions and watch Louis both thirst after the way he shapes the words with his mouth and flush at how crass he will no doubt be with it, since he's never been the type to shy away from things like that...
But then Louis takes the insistence of the Cat's pushy hand completely in stride, pressing into him with the perfect instinct for what his body needs, the perfect amount of stretch without treating him like either a creature who will break or a body that doesn't feel. He works him over with a studious manner, a lover's ease, to the point that the Cat has to wonder if he's been doing his research since the last time they spoke. Has Louis been looking up how to fuck him or how to fuck anyone? Or is this residual experience left over from time with his lover – did they tease one another like this, even though Louis' body couldn't appreciate the sensation?
He thinks he might ask until Louis' hand finds his cock, and then all his words are eaten up by a mewl that he presses into Louis' hair as his spine curves forward. The chill feeling of Louis' fingers on his hot, sensitive cockhead, playing with him the same way a mouth might and in a rhythm so alarmingly perfect that it's almost inhuman... The Cat feels his libido spike in response, his hips bucking shallowly, his muscles tensing around Louis' fingers. ]
Where did you- learn this? [ He manages, eventually, paws finding Louis' shoulders so that he can hold on there, feeling weak from this alone with no clue how he's going to handle the tightness of his cock. ] Holy shit.
( The answer is obvious enough from the Cat's reactions, but Louis sounds both pleased and humble when he asks, far too modest to ever assume that his techniques might be anything close to expert. The corner of his mouth pulls up into a little smile, and he forgets his precise rhythm for a moment, pushing two fingers inside and spreading them apart merely to enjoy the fluttering and tensing of muscles around his knuckles. It's so warm inside of him, and Louis can feel that living heartbeat against his fingertips when he rubs against those slick walls, and it feels as though his cock is swelling with each passing moment. )
I welcome your feedback, of course.
( He nuzzles against the Cat's cheek, feeling a bloodless flush in his own face as his fingers make a ring for the Cat's cock to thrust into. )
I would hate to find myself bad at this, you see, should I encounter someone more critical of my skills during my time in this city. Really, I only know what I have enjoyed myself in the short time I have had to enjoy it, and of course what I have read in books...
[ The slight discordance of the rhythm delights the Cat's senses as his feline instincts try to anticipate each of Louis' precise little movements. It's a stretch he wasn't prepared for, even if it's nothing he can't handle, but it has him humming his encouragement, pressing his lips together to stop himself mewling. He's no small amount turned on by the level quality of Louis' voice, too, the way he sounds full of awe at the sensation, gratified by the compliment of Cat's approval, the way he nuzzles so sweetly at his cheek despite the filthy actions of his hands.
The Cat doesn't fail to miss the thinly veiled confession that Louis is at least interested in being the receiving party, and tucks that little revelation away for later. He'd very much like to fuck him, after all, but right now he's feeling a little too selfish to indulge him that particular fantasy. ]
Oh yeah? And what else have you— [ He gasps, rocking his hips shallowly into Louis' fist as he pushes forwards and then back onto his fingers as he falls back. ] —read in your books that you'd like to try?
[ Honestly, he could quite happily grind himself to completion here, but the weight of Louis' cock under his thighs keeps him firm on the task at hand. And so, to keep his head in the game, he reaches between them to start to unfasten his trousers as he waits for his reply. ]
( Louis, too, thinks that he could enjoy doing just this for some time; it's not unlike the way he'd felt the first time they came together like this, when his own physical pleasure had been something of an afterthought compared to his fascination with the Cat's reactions. Had the Cat not seemed so eager on finishing his work then, Louis would not have pressed the issue— not that he isn't grateful for that finish, of course. )
Oh, hmm...
( A thoughtful little sound, breaking into a gasp as the Cat's hands come betwee them to work his trousers open. His hips shift beneath the weight of the Cat's thighs straddling him, his body moving of its own accord to thrust up toward the sensation, relieved at the freedom from restriction as his trousers open and his cock is freed. He feels a flush that starts in his face and rolls throughout his entire body, the thrill of exposure and the obviousness of his weeping arousal making his blood pound fast and hard in his veins. )
I might enjoy being bound again. It's, ah, quite a common literary theme, and you did it so well and so easily last time...
( Does he sound a little too hopeful about it? His fingers twitch inside the Cat's warm body before he experimentally adds a third, and has to let out a soft groan at the tightness of him. A drop of wetness rolls down his own cock, and he tightens his fingers around the Cat's erection, wanting to rub against him and compare their hardness. )
The only trouble with that is, I do enjoy using my hands. But I would like to see more of your magic, and see all of the wondrous things that you can do with it...
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Well. It isn't as though he's asked Louis if he wants to kiss him. Which Louis does, or at the very least he thinks that the idea sounds more pleasant than unpleasant. But he also feels, rather foolishly and romantically, that he ought to keep some symbolic action reserved for the person whom he loves, and whom he hopes that he is going back to at the end of all of this. And he's sure that Lestat would either find such hesitation desperately romantic, or he would laugh at Louis for thinking in such human terms.
Perhaps both.
Probably both.
With a soft little exhale of breath, Louis leans in and presses his lips to the Cat's, before he can think any more of it and turn the mood sour. He likes the Cat genuinely, and he does want to please him, and if his cold lips may do so somehow, then that is a much simpler thing than his own complex feelings. His hand rests on that warm cheek, stroking gently with his thumb, letting the moment linger and blossom between them, and trying not to wonder what this creature sees in him. )
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He may have been feeling tender and romantic toward Louis a moment ago, and those feelings linger at the periphery of his thoughts, but being in his lap and under the soft touch to his cheek and the way Louis holds him so steady, makes him want to dig his claws in and pull. He can't ever let a tender moment linger, but perhaps that's for the best. For both of them. Louis, after all, has his love and his wish to think about, and the Cat... Well, the Cat has sensation to chase.
He drags his tongue against Louis' soft palate, moaning quietly between their mouths as he draws away completely after a kiss deep and hot enough that it would leave any creature in need of breath panting. Louis isn't and doesn't, but the Cat knows better ways than that to drive him to distraction. ]
Last time I let you have my blood first... [ The Cat points out, eyes dipped low and following the path of his claws sliding along Louis' shoulders and down his chest, plucking faintly at the fabric of his shirt. ] But this time I want you to earn it. I can't stop thinking about you biting me right as I come... [ Eyes flick back up, and the Cat smiles. Yes, he's been thinking about Louis in his free time. What of it? ] Do you think we could do that?
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Mm, ( Louis responds intelligently, a half-stifled moan of pleased agreement. He notes the way his own blood starts to rush at the suggestion, the way he feels an eager little throb between his legs. )
Yes... I think that we can do that.
( He hesitates, his modesty wrestling with his curiosity, before he asks with a voice full of hopeful politeness: )
Have you thought about... ah... how you would like me to earn it?
( Be very specific, please! )
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He expected no other response than acceptance, so when it comes, he's already shifting to assume a position Louis should be very familiar with having him in by now — tossing his leg over his lap, curving his spine so that when his thighs squeeze his hips, his body lifts ever so slightly from Louis' legs. The perfect position to ride him in, the very thought that's been on his mind since the last time he found himself here, rutting against the other man with blood running down his arm.
So, yes, he's certainly thought about it, and with a sharp little grin and a crackle of magic, a small sachet of something unintelligible appears in the Cat's hand. It was more than just that, of course, but unless Louis has started to pick up on the traits of the Cat's magic as they affect his physical form, he might not notice that the Cat has disappeared the underwear he was wearing from beneath the high-riding hem of his short skirt until he gets his hands down there.
He takes one of Louis' hands by the wrist, but instead of squeezing out the contents of the packet onto his fingers to slick him up straight away, he instead brings the digits up to his mouth again, pausing with them resting on his lips. ]
I keep thinking about being in your lap like this. Pressing you down with my body. Letting you use your fingers to stretch me open. [ He kisses the tip of one of Louis fingers, then slathes the flat of his rough tongue across them. ] And letting you fuck me once you're done. I'll be so warm, so alive all around you. I'll feel like a furnace. I'll have to hold you back with my hands until I'm ready for you to bite me.
[ It's a beastly fantasy, but the Cat's thighs tense slightly as his cock gives a powerful twitch of interest. He nips with his teeth at one of Louis' fingerprints. ]
How does that sound?
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He feels his cock respond as though it were the thing being kissed and caressed, twitching between his legs like a living creature with a mind of its own, his blood pooling there and making him thicken. His fingers twitch, too, stroking the swell of the Cat's lips and pressing a nail against the lower once his tongue retreats into his mouth. God, is he as warm inside? If for no other reason than this heat— dear Heaven, that would be enough... )
That sounds marvelous...
( Louis sighs, his back arching slightly as his other hand comes to caress the Cat's thigh, thumb sliding inward and upward and rubbing the muscle, pushing the hem of his skirt ever higher. )
No truth magic required, ( he murmurs with mild amusement, eyes fixed on the white of his fingers against the Cat's mouth. ) Will you pin me down and take your pleasure from me? Keep me thirsting until you've finished with me and you're on the very brink?
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He must be at least half hard himself, if not more, threatening the hemline of his dress dangerously if he isn't already breaching it, but he can hardly bring himself to look anywhere else than at Louis' face as he flicks his tongue out to pass kittenlike over the tips of his fingers before drawing them away from his mouth and setting to the task at hand.
He pierces the sachet with his claws, getting Louis' fingers slick and guiding them behind him with precision and determination; he's a Cat who knows exactly what he wants, and the fact that Louis wants it just as bad is fuelling the coals of desire set deep within him. ]
Fuck— [ He groans, at the chilled feeling of both Louis' fingers and the lube against him. His body is hotter than a human's anyway, but flushed with blood as he is, he feels alight with heat. His voice isn't quite breathless yet, but it won't take long. ] I'll take everything from you. I might even have you begging for it before I give it to you.
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Louis shivers beneath the press of the Cat's warm body, pushing his fingers toward where they're guided, rubbing teasingly against his tightness before pushing in: the tip of his first finger, then the middle, then both, working him open in that one-one-two rhythm, fingers pushing deeper each time. He isn't particularly slow about it, but he is methodical and thorough, enjoying the slow rising heat and enjoying the strange echoing anticipation of pleasure twitching through his cock with each push in. And... perhaps he wants to hear the Cat whine again. )
Oh, you're so beautifully warm...
( Louis' other hand meanders further up the Cat's leg, and when his eyes flick down he spies the flushed tip of the head of his cock peeking out from beneath the hemline of his dress. Louis' own cock twitches in response, and he has to swallow around a sudden mouthful of thirst before he speaks again. )
Ah, I can see the appeal of the short skirt more properly now.
( His fingers skim up the line of the Cat's cock before coming to tease the head, swirling his thumb in a circle at a pace matching his fingers working the Cat open. )
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But then Louis takes the insistence of the Cat's pushy hand completely in stride, pressing into him with the perfect instinct for what his body needs, the perfect amount of stretch without treating him like either a creature who will break or a body that doesn't feel. He works him over with a studious manner, a lover's ease, to the point that the Cat has to wonder if he's been doing his research since the last time they spoke. Has Louis been looking up how to fuck him or how to fuck anyone? Or is this residual experience left over from time with his lover – did they tease one another like this, even though Louis' body couldn't appreciate the sensation?
He thinks he might ask until Louis' hand finds his cock, and then all his words are eaten up by a mewl that he presses into Louis' hair as his spine curves forward. The chill feeling of Louis' fingers on his hot, sensitive cockhead, playing with him the same way a mouth might and in a rhythm so alarmingly perfect that it's almost inhuman... The Cat feels his libido spike in response, his hips bucking shallowly, his muscles tensing around Louis' fingers. ]
Where did you- learn this? [ He manages, eventually, paws finding Louis' shoulders so that he can hold on there, feeling weak from this alone with no clue how he's going to handle the tightness of his cock. ] Holy shit.
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( The answer is obvious enough from the Cat's reactions, but Louis sounds both pleased and humble when he asks, far too modest to ever assume that his techniques might be anything close to expert. The corner of his mouth pulls up into a little smile, and he forgets his precise rhythm for a moment, pushing two fingers inside and spreading them apart merely to enjoy the fluttering and tensing of muscles around his knuckles. It's so warm inside of him, and Louis can feel that living heartbeat against his fingertips when he rubs against those slick walls, and it feels as though his cock is swelling with each passing moment. )
I welcome your feedback, of course.
( He nuzzles against the Cat's cheek, feeling a bloodless flush in his own face as his fingers make a ring for the Cat's cock to thrust into. )
I would hate to find myself bad at this, you see, should I encounter someone more critical of my skills during my time in this city. Really, I only know what I have enjoyed myself in the short time I have had to enjoy it, and of course what I have read in books...
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The Cat doesn't fail to miss the thinly veiled confession that Louis is at least interested in being the receiving party, and tucks that little revelation away for later. He'd very much like to fuck him, after all, but right now he's feeling a little too selfish to indulge him that particular fantasy. ]
Oh yeah? And what else have you— [ He gasps, rocking his hips shallowly into Louis' fist as he pushes forwards and then back onto his fingers as he falls back. ] —read in your books that you'd like to try?
[ Honestly, he could quite happily grind himself to completion here, but the weight of Louis' cock under his thighs keeps him firm on the task at hand. And so, to keep his head in the game, he reaches between them to start to unfasten his trousers as he waits for his reply. ]
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Oh, hmm...
( A thoughtful little sound, breaking into a gasp as the Cat's hands come betwee them to work his trousers open. His hips shift beneath the weight of the Cat's thighs straddling him, his body moving of its own accord to thrust up toward the sensation, relieved at the freedom from restriction as his trousers open and his cock is freed. He feels a flush that starts in his face and rolls throughout his entire body, the thrill of exposure and the obviousness of his weeping arousal making his blood pound fast and hard in his veins. )
I might enjoy being bound again. It's, ah, quite a common literary theme, and you did it so well and so easily last time...
( Does he sound a little too hopeful about it? His fingers twitch inside the Cat's warm body before he experimentally adds a third, and has to let out a soft groan at the tightness of him. A drop of wetness rolls down his own cock, and he tightens his fingers around the Cat's erection, wanting to rub against him and compare their hardness. )
The only trouble with that is, I do enjoy using my hands. But I would like to see more of your magic, and see all of the wondrous things that you can do with it...