[This one becomes more interesting with every passing second. He groans right into the kiss without a trace of shame. Something he's really never had to begin with anyway. His hand hold that throat, only making sure that he doesn't strangle him in the process, as his other hand grips him firmly. He moves with the grinding against it, bites back in the kiss.
When this pretty thing pulls back, he's not breathless himself but he is smirking. Because this...this is something he's been missing during his time here. This pure touch of utter sin. The filthy words spilling from this luscious mouth making him want to shove him against a wall to do all those lovely things he's talking about.
Every. Single. One.
And Lestat laughs as he moves closer to him, as he keeps moving. As he walks him towards a wall. A post. Anything really. He just wants a flat surface to shove him against in that moment.]
I have a feeling that you know my answer to that. In fact, I have a feeling you want the answer that I would give. So it makes me wonder in turn if I should give you that or deny you to see what would happen.
[This time when he laughs those fangs are shown off in such a way that it's clear he's the predator he acts as. The monster come to feast on the meal before him in any way he sees fit.]
And yet, I do want you as mine. In so many ways imaginable. I would make you mine and have you love me. Just as I would love you.
[Somewhere in the back of his mind he can imagine Armand complaining about this later. It's a rather beautiful thought actually.]
[ this is what michael's missed back home. lestat isn't the first guy who's been this desperate to suck his cock, but he's different to everyone he's ever known - lestat is shameless and powerful and acts without fear, he's willing to sin unapologetically. the men and boys at hawthorne who looked at him like he was God, the satanists he met through anton and his miss mead who whispered his name behind his back, the witches he'd saved from death... they were all spineless and weak-willed. they were people who clung to whatever shred of power they could find among their betters. they were fake.
lestat feels real. he pushes michael back and michael smiles as he goes, walking backwards without resistance until his shoulderblades hit the wall. he wets his lips again and keeps his eyes wide, staring at lestat like he's afraid of missing even a second of this by blinking. he's completely and totally enraptured.
and lestat teases him. tells him what he wants. plays along. michael just watches, intrigued, still lightly smiling. ]
You can deny me all you like.
[ lestat shows his fangs, predatory and dangerous. michael wants them to tear him apart. he wants to feel his skin break beneath them, he wants to feel lightheaded as he loses himself to the pain, he wants lestat to pull orgasm after orgasm from his wrecked and ruined body while he drains him like a meal. he wants to be battered and bruised, just as much as he wants to batter and bruise in turn. ]
It's a nice fantasy. Being wanted. Being loved. But - that's all it is.
[ but no matter how much he might want that, and no matter how much he might be willing to throw himself into the lion's den just to feel a connection to something real - michael is, ultimately, the alpha. the predator of predators, the beast that rises from the sea, the harbinger of the end. he wants to be taken - he wants to be had - but -
he's incapable of being loved. lestat doesn't understand what he's promising.
michael looks at lestat, and there's a pause that lasts for a second but feels like a lifetime. he changes. it's just for a second, but it's quick and eclipsing. all that cherubic, open innocence, the soft lips and rosy cheeks, it all just... fades. his skin turns white, like chalk, and his eyes hollow to a dark, endless black. the light in the room flickers, and when it stabilizes, michael is himself again. angelic. innocent. sweet. ]
You wouldn't make these promises if you knew who I was.
[Right away Lestat frowns at the declaration. Michael finds love to be a fantasy? He's not sure what that means and he's actually tempted to ignore his own challenge to himself and dip into the mind of this young man. What sort of guilt could he carry that...? No. It isn't guilt. He senses none of that from Michael. This is something else entirely.
He gets his answer in the form of a shocking change.
Vibrant blue eyes go wide in shock. All that loveliness turns to a cruel and twisted darkness that almost seems like it could swallow him whole. It's terrifying and bleak and like the devil himself has crawled his way up through Michael to surface for Lestat alone to see. Even the lights around them flicker before the look of innocence is back. Yet even that is somehow corrupted after what he's seen.
Yet, Lestat hasn't pulled back. Instead he's gone so still he could be a statue. But somehow it isn't fear in his eyes at that moment. It's something entirely different. A curiosity and fascination. A wonder. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and he's reminded of when he was with Akasha. Something that it took others pulling him from for he loved her too much to do anything to really stop her. He knows he says so much in his books about what he said to her but even he knows he colored that to make himself more heroic.
Because he remembers the wonderful moments so clearly. How his body craved her blood. How she changed him.
Just like that, he moves again. Both his hands come up to Michael's face and he actually leans in to press his lips right to the ones before him. When he pulls back, his lips are but a breath away from the ones he's just kissed.]
[ there's a cynical kind of acknowledgement in michael, when lestat first freezes up. of course - if men don't fall to their knees clamouring to kiss his feet, they can't get away from him fast enough. lestat responds to michael's change in stunned, petrified silence, and michael didn't expect much else, but there's still a sickly, bitter ball of hate settling in his gut. he briefly, and very violently, thinks about lestat's death. how easy it would be to burn him or tear him apart, like he burned and tore apart the rest. how easily he could pretend this never happened.
but then lestat surprises him. he surges forward, takes michael in another kiss, and michael's shoulders tense. it's been a long time since he's craved the acceptance and the validation of another person - miss mead has given him the love and guidance he never found in his family, in his therapist - but there's a very fragile and vulnerable second where michael thinks that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just double down and drain lestat of everything he's willing to give him. to take, like a parasite. to drink, like a vampire.
michael swallows. considers his options. and then - ]
Give me something in exchange. Make me want to tell you.
[ he's still hard. carnal pleasure is fucking pointless, he doesn't understand how this city can survive on it, but he's hard and he's lonely and he suddenly very desperately wants to get out of his own head. he lifts his arms, pulls them both around lestat's neck, anchoring him in, and he takes another kiss, and another, and another. brief, short, but progressively more needy. ]
If you make me feel good - if you make me feel great - then I'll tell you anything you want to know.
[He breathes out a laugh at that. A challenge. A challenge to make this pretty thing feel great and he will answer anything he wants to know. Lestat can't resist that challenge and he kisses back with a hunger and that matches the ones he's being given. After all, he too has a burning need for attention. For affection. For love. For all of it.
Lestat's hand goes down faster than the eye can follow. Michael is sure to feel that his pants have been opened and shoved down but it's happened so very fast. Vampire speed is an impressive thing really. Especially when Lestat doesn't bother to hold back with what he can do.]
It's a deal.
[With one hand he manages to lift him up to pin him to the wall as he kisses him deeply. His other hand easily gets him stripped from the waist down with the dexterity of someone who should have more hands than he does now. But he doesn't stop there. Oh no. No sooner are those clothes gone than he has moved in so those legs can wrap around him. His own hips support him against the wall, grinding slowly even as he goes to pull his shirt off next.
If it tears? Well it's a minor loss really. He fully plans to purchase him a new one in that case. Made of the finest fabrics money can buy. Michael will certainly have a great deal of gifts coming his way in the future because now that he has Lestat's attention he will not be rid of him.
The kiss breaks only when the shirt has to leave him. But even then his lips are soon at his neck, pressing kisses to his pulse. However, he doesn't bite down. Not yet. No, that is something he can't go for so quickly. There will be time for that.
[ 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. ]
Oh we are going to get along well if this is the sort of patience you have.
[Because he has an impatient to match him. He's well known for it honestly. He grins against his skin and sheds his own clothes, snagging lube from the pocket before it can it the floor. In a matter of the time it takes to have a single breath, his fingers are coated in the substance and he has a finger pushing inside of Michael.
Just in time to feel how tight he is. This is a virgin he's taking. It has to be. Well, he hardly has any romantic notions about virginity. He cast his own aside years ago to some passing girl in a bundle of hay in a barn simply as an act of rebellion against his family. One that ultimately went unnoticed in the end. Like everything else he did save for the times he ran away.
Lestat's fangs drag across his skin but still he doesn't break it as he thrusts his finger inside of him to loosen him up, a second following. To spread this virgin open to him. Should Michael want to be broken sometime in the future they can arrange that. This time? Well, he can at least make sure that he doesn't shatter him. Shred him.]
Hold onto me. I will do the rest.
[Because he has this well in hand. He's more than learned from his days involving the Body Thief. Mostly. At least as far as sex goes. Besides, he may as well enjoy these times here since this place has let that portion of his body work again.]
[ there's a difference between fingering yourself in the dead of night in your dormitory bedroom and feeling someone else do it for you. lestat's finger is long and slender and slick, and michael reflexively tightens up around him, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. fuck - he spends so much time belittling humanity for its obsession with shallow, immediate gratification, but lestat stretches him open and makes his legs tense and he aches with a need greater than he's ever felt before. he fucking craves this. ]
I... Okay.
[ michael's voice is a little quieter, maybe a little less confident than before, but he shakes that off as quickly as he can. he holds his arms tight around lestat and squeezes him with his knees, arching his neck forward to press a kiss beneath lestat's jaw. he's needy and impatient, rocking his hips back against lestat's hand once he's adjusted to the feel of him, and he's breathing harder, more ragged.
his cock drags against lestat's stomach every time he rolls his hips, and he has to stop, before too long. he'll go as many times as lestat wants, but that doesn't mean he's willing to blow this early. ]
Impatient and greedy. You grow more attractive by the second, my lovely one.
[His teeth snap almost playfully against his jaw. But he doesn't put Michael to wait for long. Even after stretching him with three fingers even he cannot wait longer. After all, he really is quite the impatient creature himself. That part has never been a lie.
So now that he has him prepared, he slides his fingers free to line himself up. It isn't long before he's groaning as the heat of a living body surrounds him. Oh sure he's quite warm right now due to how much blood he's had that night but it's nothing compared to the heat a body like this can expel just by existing. He craves it, yearns for it. It's no wonder that he sinks into him fast then settles there with a shudder.
Yes. Yes. Nothing will ever compare to the sheer heat a body can bring to a vampire. Even when it's just contact like this.
Pushing him firmly to the wall, he starts to move his hips inside him, his other hand coming to press against the wall. Little cracks form under his hand, a sign of where he's applying all of his vampire strength in that moment. Strength that could break Michael but he doesn't want to do that now. Maybe not ever. He hasn't fully decided beyond the fact that he knows he's falling for him already.
Lestat always has been one to fall fast and hard.]
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When this pretty thing pulls back, he's not breathless himself but he is smirking. Because this...this is something he's been missing during his time here. This pure touch of utter sin. The filthy words spilling from this luscious mouth making him want to shove him against a wall to do all those lovely things he's talking about.
Every. Single. One.
And Lestat laughs as he moves closer to him, as he keeps moving. As he walks him towards a wall. A post. Anything really. He just wants a flat surface to shove him against in that moment.]
I have a feeling that you know my answer to that. In fact, I have a feeling you want the answer that I would give. So it makes me wonder in turn if I should give you that or deny you to see what would happen.
[This time when he laughs those fangs are shown off in such a way that it's clear he's the predator he acts as. The monster come to feast on the meal before him in any way he sees fit.]
And yet, I do want you as mine. In so many ways imaginable. I would make you mine and have you love me. Just as I would love you.
[Somewhere in the back of his mind he can imagine Armand complaining about this later. It's a rather beautiful thought actually.]
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lestat feels real. he pushes michael back and michael smiles as he goes, walking backwards without resistance until his shoulderblades hit the wall. he wets his lips again and keeps his eyes wide, staring at lestat like he's afraid of missing even a second of this by blinking. he's completely and totally enraptured.
and lestat teases him. tells him what he wants. plays along. michael just watches, intrigued, still lightly smiling. ]
You can deny me all you like.
[ lestat shows his fangs, predatory and dangerous. michael wants them to tear him apart. he wants to feel his skin break beneath them, he wants to feel lightheaded as he loses himself to the pain, he wants lestat to pull orgasm after orgasm from his wrecked and ruined body while he drains him like a meal. he wants to be battered and bruised, just as much as he wants to batter and bruise in turn. ]
It's a nice fantasy. Being wanted. Being loved. But - that's all it is.
[ but no matter how much he might want that, and no matter how much he might be willing to throw himself into the lion's den just to feel a connection to something real - michael is, ultimately, the alpha. the predator of predators, the beast that rises from the sea, the harbinger of the end. he wants to be taken - he wants to be had - but -
he's incapable of being loved. lestat doesn't understand what he's promising.
michael looks at lestat, and there's a pause that lasts for a second but feels like a lifetime. he changes. it's just for a second, but it's quick and eclipsing. all that cherubic, open innocence, the soft lips and rosy cheeks, it all just... fades. his skin turns white, like chalk, and his eyes hollow to a dark, endless black. the light in the room flickers, and when it stabilizes, michael is himself again. angelic. innocent. sweet. ]
You wouldn't make these promises if you knew who I was.
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He gets his answer in the form of a shocking change.
Vibrant blue eyes go wide in shock. All that loveliness turns to a cruel and twisted darkness that almost seems like it could swallow him whole. It's terrifying and bleak and like the devil himself has crawled his way up through Michael to surface for Lestat alone to see. Even the lights around them flicker before the look of innocence is back. Yet even that is somehow corrupted after what he's seen.
Yet, Lestat hasn't pulled back. Instead he's gone so still he could be a statue. But somehow it isn't fear in his eyes at that moment. It's something entirely different. A curiosity and fascination. A wonder. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and he's reminded of when he was with Akasha. Something that it took others pulling him from for he loved her too much to do anything to really stop her. He knows he says so much in his books about what he said to her but even he knows he colored that to make himself more heroic.
Because he remembers the wonderful moments so clearly. How his body craved her blood. How she changed him.
Just like that, he moves again. Both his hands come up to Michael's face and he actually leans in to press his lips right to the ones before him. When he pulls back, his lips are but a breath away from the ones he's just kissed.]
Tell me who you are. I have to know.
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but then lestat surprises him. he surges forward, takes michael in another kiss, and michael's shoulders tense. it's been a long time since he's craved the acceptance and the validation of another person - miss mead has given him the love and guidance he never found in his family, in his therapist - but there's a very fragile and vulnerable second where michael thinks that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just double down and drain lestat of everything he's willing to give him. to take, like a parasite. to drink, like a vampire.
michael swallows. considers his options. and then - ]
Give me something in exchange. Make me want to tell you.
[ he's still hard. carnal pleasure is fucking pointless, he doesn't understand how this city can survive on it, but he's hard and he's lonely and he suddenly very desperately wants to get out of his own head. he lifts his arms, pulls them both around lestat's neck, anchoring him in, and he takes another kiss, and another, and another. brief, short, but progressively more needy. ]
If you make me feel good - if you make me feel great - then I'll tell you anything you want to know.
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Lestat's hand goes down faster than the eye can follow. Michael is sure to feel that his pants have been opened and shoved down but it's happened so very fast. Vampire speed is an impressive thing really. Especially when Lestat doesn't bother to hold back with what he can do.]
It's a deal.
[With one hand he manages to lift him up to pin him to the wall as he kisses him deeply. His other hand easily gets him stripped from the waist down with the dexterity of someone who should have more hands than he does now. But he doesn't stop there. Oh no. No sooner are those clothes gone than he has moved in so those legs can wrap around him. His own hips support him against the wall, grinding slowly even as he goes to pull his shirt off next.
If it tears? Well it's a minor loss really. He fully plans to purchase him a new one in that case. Made of the finest fabrics money can buy. Michael will certainly have a great deal of gifts coming his way in the future because now that he has Lestat's attention he will not be rid of him.
The kiss breaks only when the shirt has to leave him. But even then his lips are soon at his neck, pressing kisses to his pulse. However, he doesn't bite down. Not yet. No, that is something he can't go for so quickly. There will be time for that.
So much time.]
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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. ]
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[Because he has an impatient to match him. He's well known for it honestly. He grins against his skin and sheds his own clothes, snagging lube from the pocket before it can it the floor. In a matter of the time it takes to have a single breath, his fingers are coated in the substance and he has a finger pushing inside of Michael.
Just in time to feel how tight he is. This is a virgin he's taking. It has to be. Well, he hardly has any romantic notions about virginity. He cast his own aside years ago to some passing girl in a bundle of hay in a barn simply as an act of rebellion against his family. One that ultimately went unnoticed in the end. Like everything else he did save for the times he ran away.
Lestat's fangs drag across his skin but still he doesn't break it as he thrusts his finger inside of him to loosen him up, a second following. To spread this virgin open to him. Should Michael want to be broken sometime in the future they can arrange that. This time? Well, he can at least make sure that he doesn't shatter him. Shred him.]
Hold onto me. I will do the rest.
[Because he has this well in hand. He's more than learned from his days involving the Body Thief. Mostly. At least as far as sex goes. Besides, he may as well enjoy these times here since this place has let that portion of his body work again.]
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I... Okay.
[ michael's voice is a little quieter, maybe a little less confident than before, but he shakes that off as quickly as he can. he holds his arms tight around lestat and squeezes him with his knees, arching his neck forward to press a kiss beneath lestat's jaw. he's needy and impatient, rocking his hips back against lestat's hand once he's adjusted to the feel of him, and he's breathing harder, more ragged.
his cock drags against lestat's stomach every time he rolls his hips, and he has to stop, before too long. he'll go as many times as lestat wants, but that doesn't mean he's willing to blow this early. ]
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[His teeth snap almost playfully against his jaw. But he doesn't put Michael to wait for long. Even after stretching him with three fingers even he cannot wait longer. After all, he really is quite the impatient creature himself. That part has never been a lie.
So now that he has him prepared, he slides his fingers free to line himself up. It isn't long before he's groaning as the heat of a living body surrounds him. Oh sure he's quite warm right now due to how much blood he's had that night but it's nothing compared to the heat a body like this can expel just by existing. He craves it, yearns for it. It's no wonder that he sinks into him fast then settles there with a shudder.
Yes. Yes. Nothing will ever compare to the sheer heat a body can bring to a vampire. Even when it's just contact like this.
Pushing him firmly to the wall, he starts to move his hips inside him, his other hand coming to press against the wall. Little cracks form under his hand, a sign of where he's applying all of his vampire strength in that moment. Strength that could break Michael but he doesn't want to do that now. Maybe not ever. He hasn't fully decided beyond the fact that he knows he's falling for him already.
Lestat always has been one to fall fast and hard.]