[ Armand presses his face into Lestat's hands - they are both warmer for the thrill of the blood, even unfed on mortals - seeking his mouth once more when Lestat draws back. No, not this coy brief intimacy, not after that. Armand brings his own hands around, ringed fingers pressing into Lestat's cheeks, his jaw, reeling him back in to kiss him with a needy, open mouth.
Blood, there's blood still on both their tongues and Armand chases the presence, licking insistently into Lestat's mouth and kissing with a passion that twists warm through his limbs. Words are too clumsy, minds too vulnerable, but this? In the physical he can show himself, can kiss Lestat like he's always dreamed about - see? Steal the unnecessary breath from his lungs, cling to his broader frame, press up into his marble body and be held, be desired - just for even one moment more.
I want you, I never stopped, you will never be mine, but I can be yours for this moment, for a while longer, if I don't let you go.
It's desperate and crass and a great many things, but Armand is still raw to his bones in the wake of the swoon and for once, Lestat is here, he's still here. ]
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Blood, there's blood still on both their tongues and Armand chases the presence, licking insistently into Lestat's mouth and kissing with a passion that twists warm through his limbs. Words are too clumsy, minds too vulnerable, but this? In the physical he can show himself, can kiss Lestat like he's always dreamed about - see? Steal the unnecessary breath from his lungs, cling to his broader frame, press up into his marble body and be held, be desired - just for even one moment more.
I want you, I never stopped, you will never be mine, but I can be yours for this moment, for a while longer, if I don't let you go.
It's desperate and crass and a great many things, but Armand is still raw to his bones in the wake of the swoon and for once, Lestat is here, he's still here. ]