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The night wasn't young in the slightest, the house only creaking with the slow but ever-shifting movement of the tectonic plates. Though it wasn't the only sound present, the sound of Louis's whines filling the air between Lestat's loving exploration and annoyed grabbing. Louis's eyes hungrily undressing Lestat as Lestat stood bratty and fully clothed before him. Though, Lestat's outfits these days never left much to the imagination, the dark certainly did, it was frustrating for Louis to not be able to hear the tear of fabric as he makes Lestat take his love as rough as possible. As long as possible. Sometimes for entire days at a time.
Louis was always a rough lover and Lestat encouraged it. Wanted it. Craved it like a depraved whore.
Candles, restraints, blades.
Leather, lace, asphyxiation.
Hair tugging, collaring, face fucking.
Garters, cross-dressing, drag.
Orgies, shibari, swinging.
All means of kinks on the table. All ways of pleasure. Lestat usually always receiving and Louis almost always giving. Hearing Lestat gasp from the burning of the wax or tightening of the collar. Feeling Lestat shiver from yanking his skirt up or choking him. Watching Lestat cry out from another enjoying his skin during orgies or a married man making Lestat orgasm while swinging.
Tonight, however, Lestat was dominating. Not because Louis told him to, not because Lestat wanted too, but because Lestat decided Louis wasn't performing as well as usual and got frustrated with Louis's "limp dick actions."
"... Oh, Louis..." Lestat drawled, slowly drawing his delicate fingers up Louis's chin like Louis was some soft-furred, doe-eyed pet. Louis exhaled, entranced by his lover. The scent of perfume on his pretty lacy shirt. "shh, my Louis~" Lestat leaned closer, breath gently lapping against Louis's revealed collarbone, his cotton shirt already forced down to his forearms. Hickey's and puncture wounds littering his shoulders and neck like a crime scene.
Louis was already hard, Lestat's performances were always angelic for someone known as the white demon. Even if that title is very uncreative. The White Demon of Louisiana is what they called the 'mysterious man' who killed many within the town. Vampires didn't care for subtly anymore. If anything, Lestat loved the attention. Food was practically served to him every night, hunters announcing their arrival with garlic strands tied around them. Garlic wasn't a protection; it was seasoning if anything.
"... Les... You can't..." Louis whispered, voice fragile, hips shifting, opening his thighs, which caught Lestat's attention but he didn't say anything. Despite Louis's denying words, he showed his neck anyway; following the path of Lestat's hand leaving his jaw, as if starved for the contact. Wanting to be dominated by his brat.
"Oh," Lestat moaned as he gazed lovingly at Louis's marked up and bitten through skin on Louis's jaw and neck, "... My Louis~" Lestat whined as he graced Louis again with Lestat's thin, unblemished fingers playing with his thin neck flesh bruised all sorts of bright shades. Ghosting down Louis's throat like a phantom, Lestat's claw like nails trailing down Louis's skin covered esophagus like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Made of glass. No- something more delicate. Silk.
"... Stop playing..." Louis whimpered, closing his eyes, brows furrowing in impatience, exhaling a long suffering sigh as Lestat had been playing with his body for hours at this point. Air exiting his lungs in seconds. A chafed feeling on his wrists as he helplessly shifted his arms. Lestat's fangs made a small appearance before disappearing again behind lip just as quickly.
Louis knew Lestat was just yanking his chain, riling him up, and it was all working. Louis knew Lestat wanted to drive him insane, and Louis knew Lestat wanted him pleading for dick. Pleading to feel Lestat ride him like the good boy Louis knows Lestat can be. Lestat's smooth chuckle was the only type of velvet that Louis could stand.
"Louis~ you must learn patience, my dear," Lestat glanced down at his colorful tie knotted around Louis's wrists, making Lestat smirk as Lestat yanked on it with intent. "Playing is my favorite game, and you know I always..." Pausing as his eyes slowly made their way back up to Louis's throat. "... Win," Lestat smirked. He wasn't originally going to say win and Louis knew it, and Lestat knew how that riled up Louis in a way that many others can't. No women, not Lily, not even Armand.
"Lestat~" Louis moaned his beg, opening his eyes, connecting their gazes, hoping a pathetic puppy look would gain him some friction. Gain him a good rub against his unfortunately hard dick. Louis was constantly frustrated and huffy with how he got hard so easy, Lestat always liked playing. Liked making Louis suffer because of how hard he got, especially so easy.
"Oh, my bloodbag bunny~" Lestat groaned with a mocking frown, body heat making Louis squirm as Lestat leaned closer and Louis tried to squirm closer just to feel him. The scent of smoked whiskey on Lestat's breath making Louis's nose scrunch, which, in turn, made Lestat's eyes narrowing at the sight. "Does my blood bunny not like my smell?" Lestat's eyebrow raised, straightening his back, Louis softly letting air fill his lungs from Lestat's touch running down his hip. Shivering in anticipation. Anticipation that would continue for hours. A hard on being neglected for most of it.
"Lestat... Badger bear..." Louis's eyes connecting with Lestat's displeased ones, dick throbbing in his boxers. "... The whiskey just... Makes me remember old times..." Louis's eyes drifted down, but a sharp, near violent grasp of his jaw made Louis's eyes to hold contact again. "... Y'know... Ma and Pa at the table after the day... When I really should've been in bed... The nights where they watched those shows... The adult ones... Both having drinks in hand... Those nights," Louis's head went down as Lestat yanked himself away.
"I came to have sex with you, not hear these pathetic stories!" Lestat fussed, shoving Louis away like he was as diseased as the people from the slums, Lestat's always perfectly manicured nails on his delicate hand situated on his hip like a highschool mean girl. The unbearable one with Daddy's money. The moment only fractured, not broken. Not for them.
"... Badgie..." Louis's eyebrows furrowed in a quiet sadness, feeling his dick twitch as if threatening to soften. Louis didn't go through all this fuckery to be left wanting and not fucked. Lestat stood facing away from him for a handful of moments. Silent. Though it didn't last long. Lestat spun around after composing himself and stode to confidently grasp at Louis again.
"Listen..." Lestat whispered slowly, leaning close, loving again, letting accent slip through, "... To..." Lestat's thumb ran down Louis's smooth jaw, his eyes following, "... Me," their eyes met, Louis felt he was in a haze. Like only Lestat's eyes were there and nothing else in the room. Everything falling away like a puzzle pushed off a table, but Lestat remained like a nightmare refusing to budge even as one wakes. "I always show my baby a good time, yes?" Louis wasn't getting soft anytime soon, not with that accent in his ear and the horny vampire Lestat getting off on Louis's pathetic expression.
"... Yeah-" Louis's eyes were down cast but quickly went back up as he gasped and jerked at Lestat's hand palming him down. "Yes- yes, you do- yeah, baby- always," Louis took a deep breath as Lestat's hand left him.
"Stay hard, yes? I'm going to grab a drink," and just like that, the room was back, it wasn't just a black void with his lover standing before him; ordering him around. Louis wanted to call out, but he couldn't. The room was quiet, the jacket on the doorknob on the floor. Hallway light peaking into the dark room.
The small bit of light let Louis appreciate Lestat's figure as he walked out. That stupid top barely covered anything, delicate enough to be ripped without even trying. Lestat did always look good in navy blue though, so it could be spared.
Louis sighed, letting his head rest against the bed frame behind him. When he heard the kitchen sink, he knew immediately he was abandoned. Great- dickass went to do dishes! Of course. Leaving him here, aching, unable to satisfy himself with his hand or any toys. He didn't remember nodding off, but he must've, he was jolted back awake to the wet and hot sensation of a very familiar tongue invading his mouth.
Lestat didn't take hesitation well, practically prying Louis's mouth open. Louis gasping as Lestat's tongue went for his throat. He must've gone soft if this is how he's being woken up- Louis whined and squirmed. Lestat's hand pulling him by his hair like a slut. Louis kissed back best he could, though he wasn't given much mobility to do so.
"My, my, Louis~" Lestat glared down at Louis, "uncoordinated. Just as you were during our wedding dance~" Lestat always laughed at Louis about it. How he doesn't know how to dance decently when it's important. "Be good and let me please you~"