[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.]
[There's a hiss as he feels the nails tearing into his skin. He may be sturdy but that does still hurt like hell. In all the best ways really based on how he laughs afterwards. Licking his lips, he cocks his head to the side.]
Better than any other? [Because that is truly one of the most complimentary things he's ever heard from Armand and he wants to cherish it right now rather than mock it.]
Better than any other. Even if you did not have power in your blood, I would still thirst for your blood over anybody else's. [Armand places a kiss at his stomach and teasingly drags his fangs against the cold skin there, not breaking the skin before he moves down and undoes his pants, getting to the cock. Another kiss goes to the head before his tongue licks along the tip.]
This as well.
[Which may be a bit of an exaggeration but it's the heat of the moment. Such things are allowed. Especially when Armand takes the cock into his mouth, letting his fangs avoid the sensitive flesh as he works on taking all of it inside.
That's when Armand shows Lestat former victims of his and how one of his favorite ways to kill them was doing this. By sucking their cocks and letting their last memory be of this angelic-looking boy doing so before that angel turned into a demon, biting into the member and tearing at them before killing them.
It isn't a threat to Lestat, of course, but his eyes are on his lover as he shows him all of these memories. If anything, it will only turn him on more. He knows that much.]
[He believes him. He believes every word of it. That Armand would desire him so and find his blood and body the most pleasant. It makes him hum as those lips close around him, those fangs graze sensitive flesh. A sigh leaves him and he licks his lips.
It's then the visions of past kills fill his mind. They're so graphic, including the horror when those men realize what is happening to them. It floods his senses and makes him moan as his fingers push into that red hair.]
You dangerous little devil, you.
[He knows he's not in danger with him but just the very idea that Armand could do this to others makes his heart soar.]
[It isn't impressive being able to take all of him inside of his mouth when you have no need to breathe. Gag reflexes aren't a thing but he still does so. It's not about being impressive and about having as much of Lestat as possible. He sends image after image of what he did to those men, his head bobbing as he pleasures him with his mouth.]
You're lucky I love your cock so much or maybe you would be in danger.
[His teeth graze once more against his cock as he sucks on it. Overdramatic really but as much as Armand mocks Lestat for his tendencies he isn't much better. But at least he makes a pretty sight with his lips wrapped around the length.]
You biting my cock would only turn me on more. I think you avoid doing so to torment me.
[He hisses softly, pushing his fingers through that hair to make sure not a single strand is in the way of what he sees. Lestat wants to remember every moment of this, including how that nose brushes against pale curls at the base of his dick.]
What if I were to tear it off? So enthralled with it...
[An empty threat but as his head moves up, tilts so he can bite into it how Lestat wants him to. Armand keeps his eyes trained on Lestat as he does, teeth roughly staying clenched to drink.
And then, just for show, when he lets go and a droplet of blood trickles down; his tongue follows as the wound quickly heals.]
[Lestat hisses and pulls on that beautiful red hair. However, he doesn't pull him off of him. He savors the pain and enjoys it as it washes over him. As Armand feeds on the blood straight from his erect cock.
When he pulls off of him, he yanks him up to kiss him deeply, ready to taste his own blood on that tongue.]
You are a wicked and cruel beast. Stunning in every way.
[Armand kisses him back with as much vigor, happily taking in the compliment as he moves his tongue just so Lestat can taste himself much more better. He grinds himself against his lover so he can feel how aroused he is.]
It sounds like you're just trying to get me into bed and I am already here.
[He suddenly flips them around so he can pin Armand down. Apparently he's eager to have his way now. After all, patience really is not something that Lestat is known for. Or has ever been known for.
[He laughs into the kiss, actually happy for once, and the sound real. Authentic. As miserable as it is here, as much as he is saddened to be away from his children; he's happy to have this moment with Lestat. Even if they'll surely be fighting again and his hatred for the other man will overflow.
Love always seems to win out when it comes to Lestat.]
[The laughter is like music. It delights him as he grinds his hips down against Armand's. Not that his lover needs help getting hard. He clearly doesn't. But that doesn't mean they won't both enjoy the sensation their heightened senses get from it.]
[Armand won't complain about having any moment that he can with his lover. The delighted moan shows how much he likes it as his nails dig into skin on his back, breaking and tearing at it.]
Lestat, I want you more than I've wanted any other. Fuck me.
[He doesn't want to wait. To offer preparation or anything like that. He wants inside of his lover who he know can handle this. Who will heal so quickly none of it will matter. Besides, everything about them is intense so why not this too?
Hissing as the skin of his back his torn, he parts those beautiful legs to wrap them around him. Catching his mouth with his own, he kisses him deeply as he pushes his way inside that stunning body.]
[Nothing surprises him when it comes to Lestat. This is not the first time that Lestat has fucked him with nothing else. The pain is still there even if he quickly heals and he screams into the kiss.]
Curse you, Lestat...
[But he is pressing him closer, trying to take more of Lestat's cock inside of him.]
[He swallows the screams like they are a nectar he can't get enough of. Down they go and they slide into his throat and moans as he works his way all the way into his lover. Only then does he stop to savor the way Armand feels around him.]
[One leg curls around Lestat as he tries to get him inside deeper. It hurts, of course it does, but Armand doesn't care so much about that at the moment. He isn't wrong. Of course he wants this. He wants whatever Lestat will give him and he will take it greedily.]
[His hips thrust then. Deep. Hard. He knows that Armand can take it so he doesn't bother to hold back. Smiling against his lips, he keeps going and then even builds up the pace as he does.]
[It's ridiculous, Armand thinks, how much he just needs this. To know that Lestat is okay. Is here with him and wants him.
He pulls away from the kiss so he can look at him, how vibrant he looks, and how much like himself. This is the Lestat he loves. This is the Lestat he always will love and hate. But love always wins out.]
I love you [ Which he won't be saying often or maybe again but right now he wants to say it.]
[He smiles down at him. For a change there's a genuine fondness in his eyes. Even through the intensity of the fucking that he's giving him, there's a fondness. Fingers move through that flaming red hair as he presses a brief kiss to his lips as he delivers a nice sharp thrust right against the spot that he knows will make him see stars.]
[It isn't often they are like this. If ever. Their relationship has never been very soft and Armand has never minded this.
Is it Lestat's words or how he thrusts inside of him that makes Armand feel his orgasm begin to come to him? Who knows? But his cries rise and he is obviously on the brink as he begs for Lestat to help him reach his climax. Nails desperately clawing as he tries.]
[His skin burns from the clawing but it just pushes him to slam into Armand faster. In that moment, his fangs suddenly bury into his neck, Lestat doing all he knows to bring them both over the edge. The very things they both crave in these moments. It will be more than enough.
He growls against his skin as his body shudders, thrusting hard as he feels himself start to fall right over that beautiful orgasmic edge.]
[Being bitten is one of the best feelings that he can imagine and he cries out at the contact. The screams only intensifying as his orgasm does come over him and he's gripping onto Lestat and only his name can escape him as he crashes back down onto Earth.
Orgasms never felt this intense with anybody else.]
[Lestat lets himself fall on top of Armand, licking and nuzzling at his neck. The wound is long since healed, the blood sucked away, but he still longs for the closeness. It's so rare they are getting along this completely that when it happens he finds himself eager to nothing to destroy it.
Right now he wants to treasure what they have here. And nothing more than that.]
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Well, I won't deny you that.
[He runs his hands up his legs, admiring how beautiful he looks on top of him.]
Love me.
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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.]
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Better than any other? [Because that is truly one of the most complimentary things he's ever heard from Armand and he wants to cherish it right now rather than mock it.]
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This as well.
[Which may be a bit of an exaggeration but it's the heat of the moment. Such things are allowed. Especially when Armand takes the cock into his mouth, letting his fangs avoid the sensitive flesh as he works on taking all of it inside.
That's when Armand shows Lestat former victims of his and how one of his favorite ways to kill them was doing this. By sucking their cocks and letting their last memory be of this angelic-looking boy doing so before that angel turned into a demon, biting into the member and tearing at them before killing them.
It isn't a threat to Lestat, of course, but his eyes are on his lover as he shows him all of these memories. If anything, it will only turn him on more. He knows that much.]
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It's then the visions of past kills fill his mind. They're so graphic, including the horror when those men realize what is happening to them. It floods his senses and makes him moan as his fingers push into that red hair.]
You dangerous little devil, you.
[He knows he's not in danger with him but just the very idea that Armand could do this to others makes his heart soar.]
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You're lucky I love your cock so much or maybe you would be in danger.
[His teeth graze once more against his cock as he sucks on it. Overdramatic really but as much as Armand mocks Lestat for his tendencies he isn't much better. But at least he makes a pretty sight with his lips wrapped around the length.]
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[He hisses softly, pushing his fingers through that hair to make sure not a single strand is in the way of what he sees. Lestat wants to remember every moment of this, including how that nose brushes against pale curls at the base of his dick.]
You know you're tempted.
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[An empty threat but as his head moves up, tilts so he can bite into it how Lestat wants him to. Armand keeps his eyes trained on Lestat as he does, teeth roughly staying clenched to drink.
And then, just for show, when he lets go and a droplet of blood trickles down; his tongue follows as the wound quickly heals.]
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When he pulls off of him, he yanks him up to kiss him deeply, ready to taste his own blood on that tongue.]
You are a wicked and cruel beast. Stunning in every way.
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It sounds like you're just trying to get me into bed and I am already here.
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[He suddenly flips them around so he can pin Armand down. Apparently he's eager to have his way now. After all, patience really is not something that Lestat is known for. Or has ever been known for.
Well, not most of the time anyway.]
Is it working?
[Please. They both know the answer to that.]
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Love always seems to win out when it comes to Lestat.]
You know it always does.
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I do. But I so love when you tell me.
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Lestat, I want you more than I've wanted any other. Fuck me.
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[He doesn't want to wait. To offer preparation or anything like that. He wants inside of his lover who he know can handle this. Who will heal so quickly none of it will matter. Besides, everything about them is intense so why not this too?
Hissing as the skin of his back his torn, he parts those beautiful legs to wrap them around him. Catching his mouth with his own, he kisses him deeply as he pushes his way inside that stunning body.]
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Curse you, Lestat...
[But he is pressing him closer, trying to take more of Lestat's cock inside of him.]
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[He swallows the screams like they are a nectar he can't get enough of. Down they go and they slide into his throat and moans as he works his way all the way into his lover. Only then does he stop to savor the way Armand feels around him.]
You want it.
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Then fuck me and you will see how much I love it.
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[His hips thrust then. Deep. Hard. He knows that Armand can take it so he doesn't bother to hold back. Smiling against his lips, he keeps going and then even builds up the pace as he does.]
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He pulls away from the kiss so he can look at him, how vibrant he looks, and how much like himself. This is the Lestat he loves. This is the Lestat he always will love and hate. But love always wins out.]
I love you [ Which he won't be saying often or maybe again but right now he wants to say it.]
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I love you too.
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Is it Lestat's words or how he thrusts inside of him that makes Armand feel his orgasm begin to come to him? Who knows? But his cries rise and he is obviously on the brink as he begs for Lestat to help him reach his climax. Nails desperately clawing as he tries.]
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He growls against his skin as his body shudders, thrusting hard as he feels himself start to fall right over that beautiful orgasmic edge.]
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Orgasms never felt this intense with anybody else.]
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Right now he wants to treasure what they have here. And nothing more than that.]
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