[ Lestat hisses at the pain that sears his mouth when Armand nips at him. He might be stronger in this body, harder to really maim, but somehow the parts of him that are sensitive to touches like these have only been made more-so with the concentration of his blood... or perhaps it's just that Lestat ties more meaning to those touches, and his heart responds in such a way that it only seems to feel better. Who's to say.
With each sliver of the blood that passed between their lips and tongue Lestat could feel that helpless fear of being alone, something he himself can relate to all too well, and he feels his heart shatter at the idea of making Armand hide away from the dawn alone and wake up just the same. A ferocious need to protect rises in him, the desire to save and to be the one to do it-- He has all these suggestions in his mind, but when Armand kisses his throat like that, squeezing him so intently, Lestat can only groan quietly into auburn curls and pull the smaller body beneath his closer. ]
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With each sliver of the blood that passed between their lips and tongue Lestat could feel that helpless fear of being alone, something he himself can relate to all too well, and he feels his heart shatter at the idea of making Armand hide away from the dawn alone and wake up just the same. A ferocious need to protect rises in him, the desire to save and to be the one to do it-- He has all these suggestions in his mind, but when Armand kisses his throat like that, squeezing him so intently, Lestat can only groan quietly into auburn curls and pull the smaller body beneath his closer. ]