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Louis watched in rapt awe as Lestat’s brows furrowed, the other man gazing down at him with barely disguised panic. “L-Louis, Mon Cher, you need to get off!”
Louis hummed around Lestat’s dick, shaking his head. Instead, he hollowed his throat and swallowed around the cock in his mouth, revelling in the comforting feeling of it filling him so intensely.
Lestat was squirming, thighs trying to close around Louis’s head. His face was bright red, and he was letting out wounded noises. Louis almost came at the sight, that’s how hot Lestat in distress looked to him.
“I’m gonna come, Louis, I’m gonna come…” Lestat was whining repeatedly.
Now, normally Lestat would have no qualms about this. The whole point of them having sex was to come, wasn’t it? But Louis knew the real reason why Lestat was so distressed. Lestat had always thought that coming in Louis’s mouth was debasing in a way, despite the fact that he practically begged Louis to do the same thing to him whenever Lestat went down on him.
Lestat was weird like that, allowing Louis to degrade him in ways that the other man would never do to Louis. Even in the past, when Lestat had so much more experience than him and Louis was a newly turned fledgling, Lestat still didn’t cross certain lines in bed with him. Oddly vanilla, he was.
When Louis started his whole thing with Armand, their sex life had been wildly different from his and Lestat’s. So much so that now that he was back together with Lestat, he regarded his husband with fondness. Because even though Lestat claimed to be some sort of sex god, he was really quite mild in bed. That’s not to say he wasn’t good, he was the best Louis had ever had after all. But he was mild. Missionary was his favorite position, for goodness sake.
Lestat was still pleading with Louis to get off his dick, lest he come in his mouth, but Louis didn’t budge. He pulled out his final trick. Raising his hand, he trailed it up Lestat’s toned body, stopping at his perky nipples. Lestat gasped, knowing exactly where this was headed.
Louis ran his tongue along Lestat’s slit, licking at the beading pre cum there and simultaneously pinched a nipple between his nails, twisting and pulling. Lestat burst into tears, body arching as he shot his load into Louis’s mouth. Louis swallowed it up, eyes rolling back at the pure taste of Lestat filling him. Lestat was starting to let out discomfited whimpers, as his body was nearing overstimulation. Louis loved when they got to this point, because he loved to see Lestat break and shudder in his hold.
Louis released Lestat’s softening cock from his mouth and instead decided to fondle it with his hands. He was obsessed with every part of Lestat, but his cock was something else. A perfect size—which was quite big but Louis loved that—with a head that was blushed pink. “So beautiful, baby,” Louis whispered, jostling Lestat’s cock.
Lestat put an overwhelmed arm in front of his face as he chuckled. “Is that all you like about me?” He teased.
“Love all of you,” Louis said just to see Lestat blush.
And it worked, Lestat’s face turned a beautiful pink as he put his arm down. He squirmed in embarrassment, which made Louis laugh. Even though Lestat clearly loved when Louis expressed his love for him so outwardly, he also became quite shy in the face of it.
“Can I fuck you?” Lestat begged, dick twitching in Louis’s hold. “You haven’t come yet.”
Lestat said it like it was a crime that Louis hadn’t come. Louis knew that to him, it likely was. Lestat always valued Louis’s experience over his own.
Louis hummed, considering. “I wanna ride you. Ride this big dick of yours,” he said, running a finger along Lestat’s slit.
Lestat hips twitched, his brows furrowing. “Ah…”
“Can you take it?” Louis asked, smiling lightly.
Lestat looked offended. “Of course I can. Please, Mon Cher, ride all you want,” he said, wiggling his hips in what was likely supposed to be a hot manner.
Instead, the motion just made Louis laugh because it was so silly. Lestat smiled too, sitting up. Louis gave him a curious look and then Lestat’s mouth was on his, soft lips covering his own.
Louis gripped Lestat’s hair, licking into his mouth as Lestat tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Just this was enough to make Louis hard again. He loved Lestat so much.
Lestat pulled away and then nudged his nose with his own. “Should I be your horse?” Lestat asked, eyes wide in excitement.
Louis burst into laughter again, pushing Lestat away playfully. Lestat grinned, lying on his back and looking up at Louis seductively. Louis leaned over him, kissing his eyelids, then his nose, and then giving him a small peck.
“Can I prepare you?” Lestat asked when Louis pulled away.
“I’m already prepared,” Louis grinned.
Lestat looked intrigued so Louis turned around so Lestat could get a good view of his ass. Lestat gasped when he finally noticed. Louis shivered as he felt Lestat’s hands spread his cheeks to further reveal the butt plug he was wearing.
“Louis…” Lestat slurred, and Louis turned around to see that Lestat’s fangs had come out and his eyes were black with arousal.
Louis bit his lip teasingly. “Lay down, baby.”
Lestat did so immediately, hands trailing down Louis’s body with reverence. Louis pulled out the plug, moaning a little dramatically just to get Lestat affected by it. He reached up above Lestat’s head, fumbling around to look for the lube without breaking eye contact with his husband. When he finally grabbed it, he squirted some on Lestat’s dick and then stroked it, relishing in Lestat’s broken whimpers.
Lestat put his hand to his mouth, biting the tips off each of his nails one by one. Louis was slightly disappointed by this, since he kind of liked the feeling of Lestat’s nails tearing at his walls. But he knew that Lestat didn’t like hurting him, so he accepted it. Lestat then put his hand on top of Louis’s, getting some lube on his fingers and then moving his hand to Louis’s hole. Louis gasped as Lestat carefully slipped a finger inside with little resistance.
“Fuck, I need your cock,” Louis groaned.
“Take it, Mon Cher. It’s all for you, always has been,” Lestat whispered.
Yes, that was right. Lestat’s cock was his. The thought filled Louis with a pleasure so intense, he had to put a hand to his cock to stop it from erupting. Just the thought of owning Lestat was enough to almost make him come!
“I’m ready, baby,” Louis whispered, positioning himself over Lestat’s cock.
As Louis sank down, he moaned with relief. It was perfect, filling him in just the way he needed. Lestat was shuddering, already looking overwhelmed. He was incredibly sensitive, so it was no surprise. Louis wondered how long it would take for Lestat to start crying. He felt his hole tighten around Lestat’s cock at the thought. He needed to see that.
Louis began moving immediately, rocking his hips slowly at first and then picking up the pace. Lestat was pushing his hips up as well, hitting Louis’s prostate perfectly. “So good, Lestat. You’re so good…” Louis murmured.
Lestat whined, gripping Louis’s his tightly as he continued to rock into him. Louis started lifting himself up and then sinking down again roughly in a quick motion, the sound of slapping skin filling the room. Lestat was moaning out praises in French as Louis took his pleasure.
“Can I?” Louis suddenly asked, fangs coming out.
Lestat nodded without even knowing what Louis wanted. “Whatever you want, Louis, whatever you want,” he moaned.
Louis could barely control himself. He trailed his hand up Lestat’s body and wrapped a hand around his throat. Lestat looked shocked, eyes snapping open and gazing up at Louis with arousal.
Louis kicked his lips, hips still lifting up and down in a fixed motion, and asked again, “Can I?”
Lestat swallowed, and Louis felt it. He felt Lestat's throat contracting under his hand. So good, it was so good.
“Oui,” Lestat said frantically. “I need it, Louis. I need you to—”
Louis squeezed his hand, and Lestat gasped, hips lurching upwards. He looked beyond pleasure. He looked anguished. He looked perfect.
Lestat’s eyes became teary and Louis felt his heart begin to beat faster. Yes, that was what he wanted to see. “Come on, baby,” Louis begged, squeezing his hand at the same time as he slammed his hips down.
Lestat gasped, face flushed beautifully. Louis leaned down, so he could be even closer.
“L-Louis…” Lestat choked out, hips pistoning into him.
“Yes…” Louis murmured. “Just like that.”
Louis began moving his hips in a circle, hand still squeezing greedily at his husband’s throat. Lestat’s tears finally spilled over as he let out overwhelmed sobs. Louis lifted his hand from Lestat’s throat, watching as Lestat gasped for the air he didn’t need.
Hips still moving, Louis asked, “Are you okay? Is it too much?”
Lestat’s eyes flickered to look at him, and Louis swallowed as that teary gaze was on him. So beautiful…
“It’s so good, Louis…” Lestat whined.
Louis leaned down, capturing Lestat’s lips as his hips started to shutter, reaching his peak. Lestat clutched at him desperately, whimpering into his mouth. Louis pulled away, putting his head to Lestat’s throat. His fangs itched, and he knew what he needed. “Please, baby…” he begged.
Lestat clutched at his head with tender hands, nodding frantically. “Drink from me, Louis. Drink from your maker.”
Louis groaned, sinking his teeth into Lestat’s supple flesh. Lestat let out a pained noise as Louis drank, the blood filling his mouth, filling his body. He was beyond thought now, and he could idly feel Lestat’s come filling his body as Lestat sobbed.
Louis was coming too, he felt the sensation of his cock shooting loads onto Lestat. Lestat’s blood was warm and thick in his mouth, the taste of it so good that he felt like he could drink forever. As Lestat shivered against him, Louis pulled away. It took all his will to do it but he managed it. The blood from Lestat’s wound trailed down to his chest, pooling around his nipple. Louis looked up, about to ask again, and Lestat nodded with a tired smile.
He looked beautiful like that, tired from the fucking and panting with exhaustion. But even then, he didn’t deny Louis. Louis bent down, taking Lestat’s nipple into his mouth and licking at the blood there. Lestat’s cock, which was still in his body, twitched inside of him. Louis bit down and Lestat cried out, hands gripping Louis’s arms. Louis only took a little this time, the blood pooling in his mouth.
When he pulled away, Lestat’s nipple was puffy and swollen. Louis gave it a small kiss and then gently lifted off of Lestat’s cock. They both shuddered at the feeling, and Louis climbed up the bed so he could wrap his arms around Lestat, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Lestat clutched at him, curling and resting in his neck. Louis kissed his face and hair, eternally grateful. “It was perfect, Lestat,” he whispered.
Lestat only let out a tired noise of acknowledgment, kissing Louis’s neck with reverence. “Love you…” he slurred out.
Louis’s heart clenched. “I love you too, so much,” he whispered.