[ Lestat's mind is curiously blank; he isn't thinking of where they are, where they've come from, where they're going or what they've seen — in fact, Lestat is barely conscious of the fact that Armand is still quite severely wounded — because all he can focus on is Armand himself and the process of his mouth against his, the desperation with which he clings to him, and the devastatingly romantic sights he'd seen through the blood.
Lestat gets a little lost in it, as is easy to do between creatures as strong as they are. He revels in Armand's memory of how warm Daniel's skin is, and slides his hands along Armand's arms to feel the contrasting chill of the older vampire, before he's pushing himself up a little so that his hands can stray toward Armand's shoulders and chest. The robe is quickly hassled out of the way so that Lestat can slide fingers along his collar bone, down his clavicle, along his ribs. Lestat feels out every inch as though he intends to commit him to memory like this, with touch alone... and all the while he continues to kiss him, never once drawing back for air or for pause. ]
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Lestat gets a little lost in it, as is easy to do between creatures as strong as they are. He revels in Armand's memory of how warm Daniel's skin is, and slides his hands along Armand's arms to feel the contrasting chill of the older vampire, before he's pushing himself up a little so that his hands can stray toward Armand's shoulders and chest. The robe is quickly hassled out of the way so that Lestat can slide fingers along his collar bone, down his clavicle, along his ribs. Lestat feels out every inch as though he intends to commit him to memory like this, with touch alone... and all the while he continues to kiss him, never once drawing back for air or for pause. ]