[Blood flows from his lip to slide down this chin. Lestat's eyes immediately dilate some as he wraps his arms around Rafa. The sea is about to flow with their blood and there's something so beautiful about that he finds himself hungering for it.
Water splashes and his hair catches the sand easily. And still he looks like an angel as he gazes up at him. A bloody angel.
Reaching up, he pulls him down for another kiss and tears at his lips so he can taste that sweet and fiery blood of his lover.]
[ Rafa gazes down at him, at his hair floating in the mobile water around them. He's so beautiful. He's always been so beautiful. Rafa presses down into their kiss, and groans as his lip is torn apart. He so badly craves that feeling. His lips bleed willingly into Lestat's mouth, while Rafa's hands spread down his body and deftly undo his sodden clothes.
Lestat's perfect marble chest is quickly exposed, and Rafa pulls regretfully away from his lips. ]
My love.
[ He dips down, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth. His tongue bathes it, and then his fangs prick it to draw the sharp tang of blood. Rafa's hips grind against Lestat's, while the material of their pants clings so tightly in the water as to leave nothing to the imagination. ]
[Lestat gasps and arches into the sting of the bite. It doesn't matter that the wound closes almost right away, he still offers it to Rafa as he moves with him. Some water flows up over his face but it doesn't bother him. Instead it just flows away and he's left tearing at Rafa's shift to get to his skin.
Clothes are meaningless. And in the way of what he wants, damn it.]
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Water splashes and his hair catches the sand easily. And still he looks like an angel as he gazes up at him. A bloody angel.
Reaching up, he pulls him down for another kiss and tears at his lips so he can taste that sweet and fiery blood of his lover.]
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Lestat's perfect marble chest is quickly exposed, and Rafa pulls regretfully away from his lips. ]
My love.
[ He dips down, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth. His tongue bathes it, and then his fangs prick it to draw the sharp tang of blood. Rafa's hips grind against Lestat's, while the material of their pants clings so tightly in the water as to leave nothing to the imagination. ]
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Clothes are meaningless. And in the way of what he wants, damn it.]