[ He smells Armand's blood on his tongue before he tastes it, and once he does he groans into the kiss, his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly as he angles himself better against the smaller body beneath him; his leg bracketing one of Armand's, his hands holding back fabric and skidding over smooth skin, appreciating him, learning him by touch alone to complete the mental portrait of him.
He drags Armand's tongue into his mouth about the same time his hand finds one of his nipples, palm skidding over his hardened skin and down to the concave of his stomach, the lines of his ribs, pressing in, feeling the resistance, his body unchanged by his blood and--
His body unchanged. Armand still has a softness to him, still goes white when Lestat's fingers bear down, still feels like something that could have been human once, rather than something now made from stone... but how could that be? He'd shared Akasha's blood now, he should be changed in the same way he is, surely? ]
Armand.. [ Lestat manages, breathlessly against his lips, eyebrows tensing, reluctant to pull away but desperate to examine, to ask, to know. ]
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He drags Armand's tongue into his mouth about the same time his hand finds one of his nipples, palm skidding over his hardened skin and down to the concave of his stomach, the lines of his ribs, pressing in, feeling the resistance, his body unchanged by his blood and--
His body unchanged. Armand still has a softness to him, still goes white when Lestat's fingers bear down, still feels like something that could have been human once, rather than something now made from stone... but how could that be? He'd shared Akasha's blood now, he should be changed in the same way he is, surely? ]
Armand.. [ Lestat manages, breathlessly against his lips, eyebrows tensing, reluctant to pull away but desperate to examine, to ask, to know. ]