How can it not be alright, when they are together?
Pleased with himself, with Louis beneath him, pliant and giving at the same time. He gives a quiet, appreciative sound for the feeling of Louis' hands back in his hair (gentle, this time), the grazing of blunt teeth. The way this contact twinges the bruising marks next to his mouth, and he doesn't care.
Lifts his head to look down at him with hooded eyes, and his broad smile shows fangs, just a hint, ignorant to the way this might, too, render a certain night in vivid hindbrain memory, simply a familiar show of want. Looking at him in the firelight that makes it into the open casket, and the angles of shadows where it doesn't.
"You've been so heartless," he says, knowing this is a ridiculous thing to say, mischief clear and present. "These years I've been denied, gazing on your beautiful face this closely. I should keep you here until I am satisfied."
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Pleased with himself, with Louis beneath him, pliant and giving at the same time. He gives a quiet, appreciative sound for the feeling of Louis' hands back in his hair (gentle, this time), the grazing of blunt teeth. The way this contact twinges the bruising marks next to his mouth, and he doesn't care.
Lifts his head to look down at him with hooded eyes, and his broad smile shows fangs, just a hint, ignorant to the way this might, too, render a certain night in vivid hindbrain memory, simply a familiar show of want. Looking at him in the firelight that makes it into the open casket, and the angles of shadows where it doesn't.
"You've been so heartless," he says, knowing this is a ridiculous thing to say, mischief clear and present. "These years I've been denied, gazing on your beautiful face this closely. I should keep you here until I am satisfied."