[ Like a hound given permission to run, Lestatā€™s expression turns from sultry to excited; he scoops up Louisā€™ hand in his own and, bemoaning the lack of certain abilities from his home world that would make lowering themselves down from this balcony to the waiting grounds below a simple task, and instead dragging his lover back into the building so they can sensibly descend the stairs and slip out of a side door instead.
Once in the dimly lit exterior of the building, with nothing to keep them company other than the soft breeze and the glow of the moon, Lestat easily crowds Louis against a wall, his arms and hips pinning him in place, his eyes glittering with intention as he gazes down at him. His expression isnā€™t hungry ā€“ not exactly, not yet ā€“ but thereā€™s some trace of satisfaction in it, clearly pleased with this turn of events, as if Louis required all that much convincing. ]
Youā€™ll have to keep your head for the both of us, Louis. Thereā€™s very little stopping me from keeping you here for the rest of the night. Your responsibilities be damned.
[ A finger curls beneath Louisā€™ chin, lifting his face to the slight angle he needs to seamlessly press their lips together. When he speaks, he barely moves back, the brush of his lips a perfect mirror of how Louis had been reluctant to let their kiss break earlier. Each word is like the beat of a moth's wing, and his voice is as soft and sweet to match. ]
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[ Like a hound given permission to run, Lestatā€™s expression turns from sultry to excited; he scoops up Louisā€™ hand in his own and, bemoaning the lack of certain abilities from his home world that would make lowering themselves down from this balcony to the waiting grounds below a simple task, and instead dragging his lover back into the building so they can sensibly descend the stairs and slip out of a side door instead.
Once in the dimly lit exterior of the building, with nothing to keep them company other than the soft breeze and the glow of the moon, Lestat easily crowds Louis against a wall, his arms and hips pinning him in place, his eyes glittering with intention as he gazes down at him. His expression isnā€™t hungry ā€“ not exactly, not yet ā€“ but thereā€™s some trace of satisfaction in it, clearly pleased with this turn of events, as if Louis required all that much convincing. ]
Youā€™ll have to keep your head for the both of us, Louis. Thereā€™s very little stopping me from keeping you here for the rest of the night. Your responsibilities be damned.
[ A finger curls beneath Louisā€™ chin, lifting his face to the slight angle he needs to seamlessly press their lips together. When he speaks, he barely moves back, the brush of his lips a perfect mirror of how Louis had been reluctant to let their kiss break earlier. Each word is like the beat of a moth's wing, and his voice is as soft and sweet to match. ]
I like having you under my attention like this.