[ again - michael isn't surprised very often, but lestat keeps finding ways to challenge that. everything is suddenly a flurry of hands and touching and movement, with michael sucking in air through his teeth and writhing against the wall, keening his hips against lestat as he pins him in place. michael's shirt tears in two pieces and he laughs, a little, because he always did enjoy the sound of things being ripped apart.
this is his first time. if he cared at all - about his image, about dignity or sentimentality, or even about lestat as more than just someone thrilling and admirable in a sea of otherwise boring horseshit - he'd bring that up. he'd play it up, act coy, tell lestat that he might not be very good, but he'll do his best.
but michael doesn't care. he's not going to act shy, not after showing his true face and keeping lestat interested in spite of it. he knows he won't have to tell lestat that he's a virgin for him to know; he's tight and young and inexperienced, he's nothing but eager enthusiasm and hypersensitivity. maybe being new to this would be a problem, for lestat - and if that's the case, he's fine with lying by omission, if it gets him what he wants. and right now, he wants lestat to use him. ]
Fuck.
[ michael's underwear is thin and black, and for a second, his waistband is pulled away from his body thanks to the hard length of his cock. but he's not clothed for long - lestat tears them off of him alongside his pants, and michael grunts, low and deep from in his chest. he's completely naked by the time he can swing his legs around lestat's waist, and fuck, now that this is happening, he's impatient. he wants more. ]
C'mon. More. You're still too slow.
[ vampire speed or not. michael tilts his head, offers more of his throat to lestat, and he's not willing to let lestat bite him, not yet, but he's hoping that the pink flush of his skin and the heat of lust and need rising through his veins will be enough to tempt him into wanting him even more. he drops his hands down to the small of lestat's back, wrapping his arms around him for balance. ]
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this is his first time. if he cared at all - about his image, about dignity or sentimentality, or even about lestat as more than just someone thrilling and admirable in a sea of otherwise boring horseshit - he'd bring that up. he'd play it up, act coy, tell lestat that he might not be very good, but he'll do his best.
but michael doesn't care. he's not going to act shy, not after showing his true face and keeping lestat interested in spite of it. he knows he won't have to tell lestat that he's a virgin for him to know; he's tight and young and inexperienced, he's nothing but eager enthusiasm and hypersensitivity. maybe being new to this would be a problem, for lestat - and if that's the case, he's fine with lying by omission, if it gets him what he wants. and right now, he wants lestat to use him. ]
Fuck.
[ michael's underwear is thin and black, and for a second, his waistband is pulled away from his body thanks to the hard length of his cock. but he's not clothed for long - lestat tears them off of him alongside his pants, and michael grunts, low and deep from in his chest. he's completely naked by the time he can swing his legs around lestat's waist, and fuck, now that this is happening, he's impatient. he wants more. ]
C'mon. More. You're still too slow.
[ vampire speed or not. michael tilts his head, offers more of his throat to lestat, and he's not willing to let lestat bite him, not yet, but he's hoping that the pink flush of his skin and the heat of lust and need rising through his veins will be enough to tempt him into wanting him even more. he drops his hands down to the small of lestat's back, wrapping his arms around him for balance. ]