It was a reference to your gender. If I were calling you human I would have said as much.
[He lazily opens his eyes to look down at him, blue shining through long blond lashes.]
You are a vampire, my love. I know this and adore this. But let us not talk about such things or my mood will grow sour and all your work will be for nothing. I desire to be spoiled by you rather than upset with you.
[ He smirked silently at Lestat at that reaction. How interesting it was to see how one minor correction could send him into a temper, it reminded him of himself.
He bent low, a prostrating position as he pressed his lips upon the tops of his feet. As if he had to beg his lover's forgiveness, yet there was no plea. Ignacio was not begging. Instead, he continued to smirk even as he wrapped his lips around one of those fine toes and began to suck.
The oil was sweet, not that he could appreciate the taste when it was not blood. More than that, was the taste of Lestat's skin. He teased it with slow circles of his tongue, intent on distracting him from anything that was unpleasant. ]
[Lestat watches him as if he's waiting for him to argue with him further. However, that isn't what Ignacio does. Instead he starts to use that gorgeous mouth to worship his feet, sucking on his toes.
Slowly, his mood relaxes again and he smiles down at him.]
You are so beautiful.
[It's seriously not that hard to distract him honestly. Especially when he wasn't angry to begin with.]
[ It may become plainly obvious how uninterested Ignacio was in arguing with his lover. Worship was exactly what he did instead, his lips slowly sliding from his toe to kiss at the tips of each one. The chuckle beneath his breath was warm, fond. ]
As are you. Quite the pair we make. Now, will you allow me the privilege of removing your clothes? I wish to massage more than just your feet tonight.
[ He had brought the massage table for just such an occasion, after all. Though this one was unique in that it had a hole where Lestat's cock could hang down through, or his ass if he were on his back.
If he was agreeable, Ignacio would stand and wipe the oil from his hands with a cloth before he handled his lover's lovely clothes. ]
[He waits until his foot has been released before stretching where he sits. His body may not need the massage but he so loves the attention. Rising to his feet, he steps away from the water. He could start to remove his clothes himself but why deprive Ignacio of that pleasure?
Lestat smiles at him and waits instead, just admiring the beautiful lines of his lover as he does.]
[ There was something about the opportunity to just spend hours worshiping at the altar of Lestat that gave Ignacio such a thrill. He was so pleased that his lover was indulging him, allowing him to take his time to pamper his body regardless of any practical need.
Slowly, he removed each article of clothing. A sensual slide of fabric along skin, his eyes tracking the way the material would glide along what he thought was perfection itself. By the time he had completely unwrapped him, he felt completely hypnotized by his lover's body.
There was a moment where time seemed to stop, where he stood before Lestat, as naked as he, his eyes feasting on his appearance. It was then he took his face in his hands and leaned in to kiss him. ]
[Because of all the blood he's been drinking here, his skin is like white marble. Flawless, hard. He's like a statue of a man, crafted to perfection. In this instance, crafted to be perfect for Iggy.
Leaning into the kiss, he sighs. Lightly, his own fingers trail along the more tanned flesh of his lover as he sinks into how lovely those lips feel against his own.]
You love me more every time you see me. I can see it in your eyes.
ok to handwave the rest of this lovely pampering and love-fest? <3 <3
[ How could he not? Lestat was glorious, more than he could ever ask for. And Ignacio was going to spend hours in abject worship of him before he took him to bed and made love to him until the sun rose. ]
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[He lazily opens his eyes to look down at him, blue shining through long blond lashes.]
You are a vampire, my love. I know this and adore this. But let us not talk about such things or my mood will grow sour and all your work will be for nothing. I desire to be spoiled by you rather than upset with you.
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He bent low, a prostrating position as he pressed his lips upon the tops of his feet. As if he had to beg his lover's forgiveness, yet there was no plea. Ignacio was not begging. Instead, he continued to smirk even as he wrapped his lips around one of those fine toes and began to suck.
The oil was sweet, not that he could appreciate the taste when it was not blood. More than that, was the taste of Lestat's skin. He teased it with slow circles of his tongue, intent on distracting him from anything that was unpleasant. ]
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Slowly, his mood relaxes again and he smiles down at him.]
You are so beautiful.
[It's seriously not that hard to distract him honestly. Especially when he wasn't angry to begin with.]
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As are you. Quite the pair we make. Now, will you allow me the privilege of removing your clothes? I wish to massage more than just your feet tonight.
[ He had brought the massage table for just such an occasion, after all. Though this one was unique in that it had a hole where Lestat's cock could hang down through, or his ass if he were on his back.
If he was agreeable, Ignacio would stand and wipe the oil from his hands with a cloth before he handled his lover's lovely clothes. ]
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[He waits until his foot has been released before stretching where he sits. His body may not need the massage but he so loves the attention. Rising to his feet, he steps away from the water. He could start to remove his clothes himself but why deprive Ignacio of that pleasure?
Lestat smiles at him and waits instead, just admiring the beautiful lines of his lover as he does.]
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Slowly, he removed each article of clothing. A sensual slide of fabric along skin, his eyes tracking the way the material would glide along what he thought was perfection itself. By the time he had completely unwrapped him, he felt completely hypnotized by his lover's body.
There was a moment where time seemed to stop, where he stood before Lestat, as naked as he, his eyes feasting on his appearance. It was then he took his face in his hands and leaned in to kiss him. ]
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Leaning into the kiss, he sighs. Lightly, his own fingers trail along the more tanned flesh of his lover as he sinks into how lovely those lips feel against his own.]
You love me more every time you see me. I can see it in your eyes.
ok to handwave the rest of this lovely pampering and love-fest? <3 <3
[ How could he not? Lestat was glorious, more than he could ever ask for. And Ignacio was going to spend hours in abject worship of him before he took him to bed and made love to him until the sun rose. ]