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Lestat whines and squeezes Louis' fingers. It's a freaking feeling. Louis knows that nothing can ever replace him. Maybe only blood can match this bliss.
Lestat is so soft, slippery, warm and gentle. He's so tight, squeezing Louis' fingers so tightly.
This is the possessive aspect when Louis makes an effort to discover Lestat, to prepare him for himself. But it's also a purely physical pleasure. Sometimes Louis remembers the guilt that haunted him and prevented him from enjoying it. How he sincerely believed that if you feel so good, it means you're doing something bad. For years, Louis didn't allow himself to enjoy himself because he was afraid of himself.
Now he is genuinely angry at himself from the past. He wants to yell at himself and maybe bite his neck with his teeth.
What's wrong with you, Louis? You had everything that made you happy, but you refused it.
Lestat groans loudly and Louis interrupts his thoughts.
Yes. Like that. He has to add another finger to prepare Lestat, but then it will be more difficult for him to feel those tender walls. Louis loves that feeling. It's like touching hot silk.
Lestat's strong body, which surrenders, thus his moans, the way his muscles contract, the excited trembling of his body. Louis is ready to kill anyone so that Lestat always belongs to him. He is ready to kill himself from the past, for denying himself the pleasure of possessing this man, allowing Lestat to believe that he is insignificant, unnecessary and unloved.
Louis inhales the scent of Lestat's hair. He kisses his neck. He wants to possess Lestat, he wants to bury himself in his body forever, he wants to eat him.
Louis releases his fangs and licks them with his tongue. Lestat senses this and turns his neck so that Louis can bite more comfortably. Always so responsive.
Louis doesn't bite him, just runs his nose and lips over his neck, breathing in his scent. Lestat is trembling in his hands, on his fingers.
Louis finally adds a third finger. As always, it's a little difficult at first, the muscles resist, Lestat whines. He gives contradictory signals. At first, he moans pitifully and pulls his ass away from Louis' fingers, then bends even more in the small of his back and stands up like an animal in heat.
Louis feels the heat. His whole body is on fire, he can't think anymore, finally. He looks at that curvy curve of hips and slim waist. His own fingers are between those plump, perfect buttocks.
Hunger. Louis feels hungry. In this century, Louis doesn't play these games anymore, he knows who he is and what he needs to live. He's a vampire, and he needs blood. He's gay, and he likes to fuck guys. He's Louis, and he always needs Lestat.
Louis gets down on his knees smoothly. Lestat tries to turn around to figure out what Louis is going to do. He's asking something, and his voice, as usual, gives Louis goosebumps. He purrs like a cat, Louis doesn't listen to the words, but enjoys the sounds. Lestat's voice, Lestat's body, Lestat's scent, Lestat's blood.
Louis rushes forward and bites Lestat's buttock. His fangs sink into the soft flesh, and blood pours into his mouth. Lestat screams and moans.
Louis pulls out his fangs, licks the blood, examines the small fang marks. It's not enough.
He bites again, this time using his blunt human teeth. It's hard to force yourself to chew, it's weird. He knows how to tear flesh, pierce skin, and suck blood, but chewing is a skill he hasn't needed in a long time. Even when he tried to eat human food, mocking himself, he could hardly understand what to do at all.
But now he's chewing. Louis bites again and again, rips the skin with his fangs, watches the wounds heal, and bites again. He chews the flesh, it's disgusting, dirty, a fountain of blood pours into his mouth, stains his face, flows to the floor. Lestat is howling.
Louis's fingers are still inside Lestat. Louis starts moving them harder. He touches this spot inside Lestat, and when a moan of pleasure is heard amidst the screams of pain, Louis continues to stimulate this place over and over again.
Lestat seems to have completely lost touch with reality. He's shaking and screaming, his cock is leaking, his hole is wet with lube, his buttocks are covered in blood and marks from Louis' teeth. It's too much, it's not enough. Lestat holds out his hand, he doesn't know what he's going to do. Does he want to take Louis' fingers out of his ass, or shove them deeper? Would he finally touch his cock? He doesn't have time to do anything. Louis stops biting him, grabs his wrist, and puts his hand behind his back. The fingers of his other hand are stubbornly pressing on this place inside. Tears are streaming down Lestat's cheeks, he can no longer speak, he can no longer think, he wants to escape, he wants to give up.
“Let it happen,” Louis says, as if he can hear his thoughts.
Lestat is crying on Louis' fingers. He's choking, the bites on his ass are hurting, this sweet spot inside him is driving him crazy. Louis doesn't give him a break, he stubbornly fucks him with his fingers, and gets into this place on purpose. It almost hurts. It's unbearable. Perfectly.
Louis is happy. He is most happy when he can fully possess Lestat. When he can see Lestat like this. It can bring him to such a state. Louis feels pride, joy, excitement, hunger. He wants to sink his fangs into soft flesh again.
Lestat is shaking, his whole body tensing. Oh, Louis, loves him.
“Louis?” Lestat's voice sounds so soft, so scared, so tired.
“Come on, you can do it, just relax and accept it. You don't have to do anything. Just be good to me, okay?” Louis gently kisses his shoulders and neck, whispers tender words, but his fingers do not stop rough, fast, ruthless movements. This contrast drives Lestat to the limit.
He screams when he comes. His body arches in Louis' arms. His ass twitches hungrily around Louis' fingers. His untouched cock releases streams of sperm.
He's shaking, gasping, crying. Now everything feels even stronger. Bites, fingers, it's an inflamed place inside him. Lestat sobs and cringes. His body is soft and tender after orgasm, but Louis' fingers are still inside. Lestat tries to get off his fingers, but Louis won't let him. He's still teasing this point, and Lestat feels the fire inside himself. It's too much.
When Louis pulls his fingers out, Lestat is choked with tears. His hole is shrinking around the void. He feels better because his prostate was left alone, but he feels worse because his hole is empty.
Louis waits a few minutes. He's excited, almost in pain, but he's waiting. Finally, Lestat turns his face, drenched in bloody tears, and, trembling, tries to lift his ass.
“Please, Louis.” He's offering himself.
Louis smiles. He undresses slowly. He lies down carefully on top, letting Lestat get used to it. Louis feels the heat from Lestat's buttocks, but he doesn't enter, he just lies on top, lazily swinging his cock, feels a strong, sweaty body under him.
When Louis finally inserts his cock inside Lestat, it is euphoric. He moves very slowly, sliding into a hot, narrow slit. Louis whines at the feel of the contracting, hot muscles around his cock. Lestat doesn't even try to move under him anymore, he completely surrenders to Louis' power.