A kiss, first, pressed to the flat of Louis' thumb.
"Don't you dare."
Unbidden, some aching twist beneath his ribcage. There is coming back together again, and then there is the sense that in doing so, maybe things can be as they should. Nice, playful, desirous. They can enjoy these moments of time where only they exist and all they want to do is please one another, in every conceivable way, and Lestat can imagine snapping the neck of his favourite songbird for that.
He insists himself as if to physically prevent Louis from doing as he's offered, using the confines of the casket to his advantage to get the other man beneath him, capturing his mouth in a kiss as he does.
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"Don't you dare."
Unbidden, some aching twist beneath his ribcage. There is coming back together again, and then there is the sense that in doing so, maybe things can be as they should. Nice, playful, desirous. They can enjoy these moments of time where only they exist and all they want to do is please one another, in every conceivable way, and Lestat can imagine snapping the neck of his favourite songbird for that.
He insists himself as if to physically prevent Louis from doing as he's offered, using the confines of the casket to his advantage to get the other man beneath him, capturing his mouth in a kiss as he does.