[ Armand shivers at the touch, almost startled by it. His back protests as his muscles tense and he's forced to relax or be in further pain. He feels the little bear roll to one side with the movement of Lestat's hands, the fur soft on his tender skin, relieved to feel it still there as it settles against his side, but spares it no further thought, for now, in the wake of Lestat's touch. His own hands thread through silky hair, winding his fingers into gold curls to tug and pet at them gently.
Being touched, being kissed, half naked under another immortal body, it's second nature to catch his tongue on Lestat's fangs, let the blood blossom between them and indulge the rush from the little tastes of it. He makes soft noises, gasps, all bubbling up from the press of Lestat's questing hands and doesn't protest for even a moment. ]
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Being touched, being kissed, half naked under another immortal body, it's second nature to catch his tongue on Lestat's fangs, let the blood blossom between them and indulge the rush from the little tastes of it. He makes soft noises, gasps, all bubbling up from the press of Lestat's questing hands and doesn't protest for even a moment. ]