[ Their brief pause has bled some of the frenzy from him, but Armand can feel desire spooling through his limbs, the shivers of sensation, of being kissed and touched, beginning to make him itch with thirst again. It's the little tastes of blood too and just Lestat. Lestat who is here, who didn't leave, who came back for him when all sense should have made him flee.. Armand's pulse flutters and he aches to push for more, to strip Lestat and take greedy handfuls of him, to feel the gush of his blood again and slumber here - hang the danger - tangled together through the dawn.
His thoughts aren't guarded, his control slow to return to him, so it's there to see in his mind. The desire, but also the simple, almost childish intimacy of wanting another by his side when the dawn comes.
Armand nips at Lestat's mouth, kissing away from it finally, to suck kisses into the sharp edge of his jaw, the marble column of his throat, squeezing his thighs around Lestat's hips and try to pretend that it might be possible, that they don't have to leave this moment so soon. ]
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His thoughts aren't guarded, his control slow to return to him, so it's there to see in his mind. The desire, but also the simple, almost childish intimacy of wanting another by his side when the dawn comes.
Armand nips at Lestat's mouth, kissing away from it finally, to suck kisses into the sharp edge of his jaw, the marble column of his throat, squeezing his thighs around Lestat's hips and try to pretend that it might be possible, that they don't have to leave this moment so soon. ]