#* prescitia : 01 .

[hisinstinct]

there's a tilt to his head as he listens to lestat speak , still in a haze due to the affection which he currently drowned in . he always spoke as if the two of them were on a stage ㅤ ─ ㅤ it was as beautiful as it was infuriating ; lestat's manner of speaking made louis feel like a wretched thing , incapable of producing poetry like the heavenly being hovering over his body . emerald eyes shift across his lover's face as he opens his shirt , letting his pale hands to explore the burning flesh waiting there . louis is surprised by the shaky exhale which escapes from his parted lips ; there's an anticipation trapped there for getting lestat to come closer still . a burning desire to make him squirm like louis had been in the depths of his mind every time he heard the door of their home shut behind lestat .

" our bed . " louis corrected , letting his free hand wander down the blonde's back , latching onto the other man's backside . he tightened his grip while rolling his own hips up against his lover's ( his torturer , his maker , his heart ) . if this was to be their hell , then louis would make sure lestat would be begging him for an early release . " i hurt you , you hurt me and the ride keeps fucking spinning . " he tilts his head back against the couch , denying lestat any further kisses for him to muffle his beautiful voice with . a particular movement from his hips made louis' own breath falter but still he persisted , determined to watch every reaction which might flash behind the other vampire's eyes .

his voice suddenly became softer . " maybe one day we'll get the hang of it . but until then ㅤ ─ ㅤ " louis' struggled to keep his own pleasure silenced but found it hard when feeling lestat's heartbeat drumming against the palm of his hand so fervently . " don't let go . "

Stomach tightens beneath the heat of his lover's hand, pressing muscle into every groove which will hold him and he lingers there in the quiet, the ever unspoken hovering between the part of those lips. What a sonnet it would make to hear it at long last but Louis' reasons are his own for withholding. Honor it. Leave him to it. In time perhaps it will be their shared mantra but for now- For now he will say it enough for the both of them.

Bare skin ripples with pleasure, blissful moans of rapture a waterfall gushing from an undulating throat at every pass of the pad of his beloved's thumb. Nose brushes nose and he sighs, tilting his head to the sound of that voice-

As it drives a dagger between his ribs.

The mountain that rises to block his throat does not go down easy with a swallow and strains thought to a streamline. Efficient and bleak. A hand at the slim of his lover's waist eases the tips of his fingers between the fabric so delicately held by buttons that snap from their fastenings as his hand travels north.

"I have made a most exquisite hell for you here. That you suffer because of me..." Apologies are not sufficient, so often spoken, so rarely meant. He is a bastard, the villain, a monster, and still the hand is so kind to touch him. Love him. Welcome him back.

Trapped...

Lips twitch an almost smile, buried in the capture of Louis' as he lays him flat and parts the shirt and all its missing buttons to bare the erratic rise and fall to the freedom of his exploring touch.

"Let me share in it then. It is my own making, my bed. I will lie in it with you."

[hisinstinct]

he can feel his heart drumming away under the palm of his hand . louis curses at the layers of fabric which separate them . as soon as their lips meet and his tongue returns to exploring lestat's mouth , both hands proceed to unbuttoning the vampire's damned vest , letting it hang open while louis busies himself with yanking lestat's shirt out of his pants , only until he has room to snake one of his hands beneath it , finally feeling the hot flesh which waits for him there .

louis is impressed at the shaky breath which is caught in his throat . had he wanted this as much as lestat ? had he missed feeling the other man's skin against his own this much ? the mist of misery he had been navigating through had been so thick , louis must have lost sight of his own needs . a hand travels across lestat's stomach up to his chest , stopping where his lover's heart ought to be . and louis has to press his forehead to lestat's temple , unable to look him in the eye lest his own neediness become too obvious . fingers curl against his chest , anger still lingering somewhere in his veins due to his paramour's absolute ignorance regarding his feelings for him . did he not know he had ruined him ㅤ ─ ㅤ how could there ever be ANYONE ELSE after lestat de lioncourt ?

and what good deed had brought him such luck ? louis had always worked to take advantage of others . he only knew how to earn respect through money and violence , made fighting his own flesh and blood in public a great big spectacle ... why then had he been granted this mercy ? of finding someone who'd love him as desperately and eternally as he loved them ? his thumb brushed over the blond's nipple once , twice , lazy repetitive circular motions accompanied by whispers to his lover's ear . " serves you right then . was tired of hangin' out by myself down here . "

Back arches, hips pressed downward to greet the other's under careful instruction of a well placed hand that, too, sends lightning down his spine and pulls from him a shuddering and laborious breath. As electric as the eyes that meet his, adoration in their glittering depths that halts his breathing entirely.

You feeling miserable right now?

Lestat laughs.

"I am in hell, mon cher. Can't you tell?" A hand finds the wrist that holds his face, guiding it over the wild beating of his heart like an ancient thing that fears the cage it is in. His smile returns and is swallowed in another desperate kiss, tasting the depths of the mouth eager to open for him.

And oh how he is suffering. This separation of self with half of him trapped in the body of another. Soulmates, they say, were born of the same cosmos ever seeking the piece of itself to become whole again. This understanding has only just occurred to him in the short years of his prolonged life spent in the welcome of these arms that hold him now. He wonders briefly if Louis would share the sentiment or if it would be beyond his ability to give voice to.

[masteredinstinct]

to hear his lover's gasps and to have him press his heart willingly against louis' mouth only caused the grip on lestat's hair to tighten and his free hand to press against his lower back , making sure their bodies remained tightly pressed against one another . the other vampire struggles to speak ㅤ ─ ㅤ and the clumsy pressing of lips across louis' skin encourages him to drag his teeth across his throat . he feels the adam's apple struggling to help words leave lestat's lips . feels the rising heat under his paramour's clothes . louis feel light-headed from it all .

eventually , in between the heavy breathing , lestat makes his case . and louis shifts under him , not completely satisfied with the man's accusations . " shut up . " he mumbles half-heartedly , far more concerned about meeting lestat's sweet lips again in a deep and slow kiss than he is defending his own innocence .

" there's no delight in watchin' you suffer , lestat . " he managed to explain against his lover's jawline , his voice raspy and low . " unless it's like this ㅤ ─ ㅤ " a hand moved to hold the blond's face up . and what a vision he was : lips swollen and heavily breathing while his cheeks and neck radiated the type of feverish warmth so typical of passion .

" you feeling miserable right now ? "

Breath trembles in his throat, a gasp, a moan. To feel those lips against his skin, against the vulnerability of his neck, to know that his lover could sink his teeth in and drain him as easily as he breathed and he does not...

Composure shatters, heat creeping into the strain of his neck as his brows furrow and arch in delight half pressing the leap of his heartbeat between those teeth. Begging for it, a subconscious desire to atone if this is how he does it.

"And you..." The words struggle to form in the haze, mouth wandering aimlessly now placing haf formed kisses wherever it lands.

"You had your fun. Taunting me. Torturing me. You delighted in it. I know it, I saw it. Edging is only fun if both parties are in agreement, mon cher." Great ragged breaths leave him in sporadic bursts, teeth finding the lobe of his ear to bite gentle, tug and suckle in apology, release to return to those lips he treats in kind.

"You, wicked thing, delight in my misery. And I am your willing dog to be kicked. To return for more. Oh you've certainly enchanted me, my beautiful one. So convinced of his own innocence."