[ oh, that firm hand against Reno's jaw is more than enough to have him exhaling a sharp breath, heat rolling through him like an incipient thunderstorm. he has to look up to meet Lestat's eyes, and the amusement and arousal in Reno's is no doubt obvious; he brings his own hand up to trace over the fine bones of Lestat's wrist, making no move to pull himself out of Lestat's grip.
Reno's not sure what needs to happen in order for Lestat to see his thoughts. does he need to be trying, or if Reno thinks loud enough will he see them anyway? at any rate, it's worth a shot. he envisions a series of images: the two of them kissing, needy and sharp; Reno moving almost languidly as he grinds their hips together; Lestat's fangs buried in his neck, the pleasure of biting and being bitten.
and just in case, he adds aloud, ] Myself, of course. Tell me you didn't think I was delicious last time.
[ well, Lestat could say it but Reno would know he was lying. he reaches out to trace his fingertips along the strong line of Lestat's jaw, refusing to shy away in the least. ]
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Reno's not sure what needs to happen in order for Lestat to see his thoughts. does he need to be trying, or if Reno thinks loud enough will he see them anyway? at any rate, it's worth a shot. he envisions a series of images: the two of them kissing, needy and sharp; Reno moving almost languidly as he grinds their hips together; Lestat's fangs buried in his neck, the pleasure of biting and being bitten.
and just in case, he adds aloud, ] Myself, of course. Tell me you didn't think I was delicious last time.
[ well, Lestat could say it but Reno would know he was lying. he reaches out to trace his fingertips along the strong line of Lestat's jaw, refusing to shy away in the least. ]