( Louis lets out a breath shaped by a smile, the crown of his head tipped back against the wall. His back arches, his chest pushing eagerly toward Lestat's touch. His heart pounds at the thought that someone might stumble by at any moment and see them like this — catch them in the act, as they say. But there's a buzzing under his skin that's more from excitement than fear.
Would it be so bad to be spotted? To have someone (or everyone) know that Lestat wants him badly enough to steal him away from the gala for this? He would be flustered beyond reason if anyone were to actually call him on it. But in the moment, with Lestat's cool hands roaming his skin, it doesn't seem such a terrible consequence.
Louis presses his thumb to the spot where Lestat's neck meets the base of his skull, holding him there against his neck even as he tries to chide him: )
You're going to send me back to work in wrinkled clothes if you keep at this, is that what you want? ( He lets out a huff. ) It probably is.
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( Louis lets out a breath shaped by a smile, the crown of his head tipped back against the wall. His back arches, his chest pushing eagerly toward Lestat's touch. His heart pounds at the thought that someone might stumble by at any moment and see them like this — catch them in the act, as they say. But there's a buzzing under his skin that's more from excitement than fear.
Would it be so bad to be spotted? To have someone (or everyone) know that Lestat wants him badly enough to steal him away from the gala for this? He would be flustered beyond reason if anyone were to actually call him on it. But in the moment, with Lestat's cool hands roaming his skin, it doesn't seem such a terrible consequence.
Louis presses his thumb to the spot where Lestat's neck meets the base of his skull, holding him there against his neck even as he tries to chide him: )
You're going to send me back to work in wrinkled clothes if you keep at this, is that what you want? ( He lets out a huff. ) It probably is.