His lip was bitten tonight first by himself in reflexive fear, and now carefully nipped just enough to remind him of skin so easily broken, that little taste of blood so easily coaxed out. It's only enough to whet the tips of their tongues, but blood is everything to vampires. He exhales a stuttering hum.
They're not together. They can't keep doing this.
Louis's feet follow the turn of Lestat's as gracefully as the curve of the waning moon as it turns from the light. He leans against the door and draws Lestat to him--not too tightly so that he can still ferret out the lock behind him and click it shut.
He breaks the kiss just enough to speak. "Yeah," he gasps unnecessarily after the fact.
Louis also benefits from Lestat shutting up for a bit, but that's not why he kisses him. He is once again in the ballroom decorated in the style of The Garden of Earthly Delights, filled with that same rosy breathlessness that led them to kiss before God and everybody. The only detail deemed not fit to print, and it rankles Louis that they must hide more than couples who are man and woman, for all that he puts so much effort into it.
"Can I..." He's probably going to regret this, but he can't stand the thought of trying to remain calm alone in his hovel with that thing probably out there. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
cw: a little blood
They're not together. They can't keep doing this.
Louis's feet follow the turn of Lestat's as gracefully as the curve of the waning moon as it turns from the light. He leans against the door and draws Lestat to him--not too tightly so that he can still ferret out the lock behind him and click it shut.
He breaks the kiss just enough to speak. "Yeah," he gasps unnecessarily after the fact.
Louis also benefits from Lestat shutting up for a bit, but that's not why he kisses him. He is once again in the ballroom decorated in the style of The Garden of Earthly Delights, filled with that same rosy breathlessness that led them to kiss before God and everybody. The only detail deemed not fit to print, and it rankles Louis that they must hide more than couples who are man and woman, for all that he puts so much effort into it.
"Can I..." He's probably going to regret this, but he can't stand the thought of trying to remain calm alone in his hovel with that thing probably out there. "Can I stay with you tonight?"