let out a little moan as Louis’ hot mouth pulled and suckled on the
wound he’d made. He swam in the light-headed feeling of life being drawn out. The skillful hand worked at Lestat tantalizingly as he writhed his own shirt off, tossing it aside. How
does he know precisely how to silence me so quickly?
would, however, be willing to listen to your suggestions.”
was done with teasing, done with talk, done with thoughts, it was
time to give Louis exactly what he needed.
occupied Louis with imploring kisses, cutting his tongue on their
fangs more than once, as he raked his nails through Louis’ hair.
Invisible fingers tore Louis’ jeans open, pulled them down and away
so sharply that Louis nearly lost his balance, hands grasping at
Lestat to steady himself.
gone, Lestat admired the happy trail of soft down. Oh yes, Louis was
urgent, Louis was beautiful in every part… and then Lestat was
kneeling before him, hands sliding down the torso, the taut flat belly. He
lapped at the cock, cat-like, then stroked it with fingertips and the
flat of his tongue on the underside, relishing the weight and length
of it. A work of art to be savored and tormented into performance.
it be so awful to be caught by one of the partygoers in worship of
this magnificent beauty?