[Armand doesn't need much in the way of encouragement as he moves against Lestat, wanting to feel that hardness against him as the pads of his fingers softly go up against his chest before they dig into Lestat's chest going down, nails cutting open the skin. Armand licks along the red lines before they can heal almost immediately.]
You always taste the best to me. [Not that he has ever tasted many vampires in the first place. That had always been too intimate for him to do with anybody else and the people he was truly close to was such a small pool.]
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You always taste the best to me. [Not that he has ever tasted many vampires in the first place. That had always been too intimate for him to do with anybody else and the people he was truly close to was such a small pool.]