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can i sit behind you and just absolutely CHOMP my teeth into your shoulder muscle while i furiously jack you off

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he watches her shoulders fall, a soft smile warming his expression. he smooths a palm along the curve of her neck, her shoulder as their eyes meet. love radiates from lilac irises and lestat is sure he could fall into them and drown happily. he has watched genevieve hold herself to such high standards, and while he knows it's a way to make herself feel safe, he can't help the pride that wells in him as she works to drop them down.

he meets the sweetness of her words against his lips with his own murmured adoration, reaching to caress her jaw before she pulls away. the way she runs her tongue across her fangs takes the very breath from him and his pupils blow wide with desire. the points of her fingernails drag down his neck and he shivers, unable to contain an amorous sigh. she says make love to me, she says i do not want to wait anymore and it's all he can do to keep from pouncing on her. and even so, he leans in to kiss her with such urgency that he has to throw a hand out onto the bed to steady them as he dips her backward. 'ma chère,' he murmurs, so close that his lips brush against hers, 'mon ange.'

so reassuring are lestat's words, that genevieve can physically feel her relief, the woman's shoulders falling an inch, a quiet breath leaving her as she looks lovingly into lestat's eyes. no judgment to be found, just love and trust and a hope that she would allow herself to let go for once. it was a scary thought. genevieve had clamped her hands tight around the control she still had, hoping to keep it for as long as she could ( before her family could take it away from her for the last time ). but this, her and lestat's moment alone, genevieve understood that she did not need to be afraid. that he would still be here afterward, regardless of what might happen.

gen quickly murmurs how much she loves him against his mouth as a final, gentle kiss is laid there. when she leans back again, genevieve runs her tongue across sharp fangs, finally allowing herself to feel the lust she had been pushing down as she brushed pointed fingernails across the flash at lestat's neck. 'make love to me, mon cher. i do not want to wait, anymore,'

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lestat  adores  seeing  louis  like  this;  the  slow,  serene  blink  of  his  eyes,  the  waiting  glimmer  of  the  wetness  of  his  mouth–  h͟e͟ i͟s͟ ͟t͟r͟a͟n͟s͟f͟i͟x͟e͟d͟.  he  drags  the  pad  of  his  thumb  softly  beneath  the  points  of  louis'  fangs  before  gently  cradling  the  back  of  his  head  and  pressing  up  until  he  feels  that  exhilarating  sting  of  teeth  sinking  into  flesh.  a  soft  sound  of  satisfaction  spills  from  his  lips  as  arousal  runs,  warm,  through  him.  he  turns  his  thumb  to  press  gently  against  the  plush  of  louis'  tongue, letting the blood spread there.  he  moves  to  seal  his  mouth  against  louis'  throat,  encouraging  his  lover's  head  back  with  a  gentle  nudge  of  his  nose  against  a  stubbled  jaw.  lestat  finds  home  at  the thrumming  pulse  point,  lavishing  it  with  affection  as  he  feels  t͟h͟e͟ ͟ ͟t͟w͟i͟n͟ ͟ ͟b͟e͟a͟t͟ ͟ ͟o͟f͟ ͟ ͟t͟h͟e͟i͟r͟ ͟ ͟h͟e͟a͟r͟t͟s͟ ͟ ͟a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟s͟t͟ ͟ ͟h͟i͟s͟ ͟ ͟m͟o͟u͟t͟h͟.

louis  salivates ,  drool  gathering  in  his  mouth  at  all  the  possibilities  of  weight  against  his  tongue  —  pianist's  fingers  or  something  thicker  and  heady .  he  shudders ,  lestat's  voice  like  a  caress  up  and  down  his  spine .  despite  his own  snarky  tone ,  louis'  mouth  falls open  with  ease  under  the  sweep  of  thumb ,  bottom  lip  beginning  to  shine ,  tongue  twitching  and  wet  behind  pearly  teeth .  heavy-lidded  eyes  search  lestat  for  understanding  of  his  request .  a  short  nod ,  a  slow  blink .  the  corners  of  his  mouth  flutter  as  fledgling  fangs  descend  from  his  gums  —  razor  sharp  evil  teeth ,  perfect  size  for  louis'  maw .  a  small  drop ,  thin  line  of  spit  slips  over  the  curve  of  his  lip .

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Manhandle! Your! Man!

Grab his wrists to pin his arms above his head, don't let him hide that pretty blushing face. Force his legs apart and coo at how worked up you can see he's gotten for you. Grab his ass hard enough to leave little finger-tip shaped bruises. Sink your teeth into him, and drink in every one of his desperate moans as you leave a mark that will sting for days. Push and pull him into exactly the position you want him in. Boys are sooooo malleable <3

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his feelings for genevieve are impossible to tamp down. every part of her calls to him– her voice, her eyes, her smile, her touch. all he has ever known is extremes, and she is no exception. there is nothing he wouldn't do for her, no need he won't strive to meet. lestat has made mistakes in the past, terrible ones. he will not allow himself to make them again. and yet, there are those gnawing insecurities. just a flicker of them, now– wondering if she pulls away because he is too much, if she doesn't like it. ( doesn't like him. ) but she leans into his hand and he is soothed. a thumb skims gently across her cheek– a way to ground himself.

fair brow furrows with the admission. lestat cradles her face between his hands, looks deeply into her eyes. 'there is no part of you i could not want,' he says earnestly, holding her gaze for a long moment before a smile flits over his lips. 'lose control,' he urges, 'i want you to.' blonde locks dust over his shoulders with a faint shake of his head. 'you don't have to be afraid. neither of us will break. and i could never think less of you.'

it was intense, the way genevieve could feel the love, lust, and obsession practically radiating off of lestat. it wasn't a bad thing, just an overwhelming one. to a degree she had never experienced, before. these are things that she, herself, had begun to feel in their newly crafted relationship, which doubled the intensity and oftentimes left genevieve breathless in its wake. she was appreciative of lestat's patience. never had he gotten frustrated with her for pulling away, for asking to slow down, or to stop altogether. the trust that they had built together is what led to tonight, to genevieve climbing into lestat's lap, to her suddenly insatiable need for him. the lust had washed over her in a wave that caused goosebumps, a chill to run down her spine. she prided herself on her control, which is why she had halted the previously heated moment: she didn't know how much longer she could hold onto it ( or if she even wanted to ).

how can she communicate this to him? he is not the one who makes it difficult. in fact, talking to lestat is almost too easy, the way he seems to simply understand her. she misses the way his lips felt on her jaw almost immediately. eager for his touch, she leans into his palm rather than pulling away, showing him that it was not his fault, that she only needed a moment to consider what she was feeling. lashes flutter as she looks at lestat through them. violet irises's glow in the dimness around them. fangs are just hidden by plump, red lips. signs of a frenzy she had rarely experienced. 'i am afraid of losing control of myself,' genevieve finally admits, trying to hide the shame in her voice. leaning her cheek against his hand, she's looking for reassurance. she wants this. she allows lestat into her thoughts, expresses how much she does want it. shows him her reservations and hopes he understands why her reluctance is so strong. 'i know i will be . . . different, in that state. act like i do not normally act,' brows furrow somewhat as she searches his stare for understanding. 'it frightens me,'

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@operahouses asked: ❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜

lestat groans, leaning in for a heated kiss before he can even find a moment to think. ❛ mm, ❜ he hums, nosing against his cheekbone, unable to tear himself more than an inch away from his beloved, ❛ i find myself spoilt for choice. ❜ he busies himself with louis' neck as he decides, soothing the nip of fangs with an indulgent tongue. his arms snake around his lover, locking around his waist, cradling his head. lips work along warm skin, moving up to the hinge of his jaw. desperation begins to thrum in lestat's chest, radiating out to his fingertips. ❛ against the wall, ❜ he murmurs, voice a heated rasp, ❛ i'm not in the mood to wait. ❜

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@operahouses said: ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

lestat grins at his louis. oh, but he's too perfect. he leans in, head tilting, eyes gleaming, catlike. ❛ hmm... i can think of a few ways we might occupy that pretty mouth... ❜ he murmurs, lips hovering just beside louis' ear, a kiss to his temple to punctuate the thought. pale thumb reaches to smear across waiting lips, skimming along the bottom teeth and circling back up towards the canines, smoothing over the left. ❛ show them to me, mon amour. ❜

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he'd almost forgotten what it felt like– the way love and sex can intermingle. it's been so long since his last great love... there have been others in between, shorter romances, but nothing like this. it has been decades since he has craved someone this way, felt longing crawl into his mind and his body and his heart. he follows her boundaries scrupulously, but there are moments where it is a true exercise in control. hands ache to touch, mouth yearns to worship, skin begs to be pressed up against her. but he waits.

and who's to say that won't make it all the sweeter?

there is gentleness in him, just as much as there is lust. he will be the patient lover, will be a tranquil breeze. lestat will be whatever genevieve needs him to be.

but he can't help but react to her touch, arching into the palms of her hands, meeting each gentle sigh with a desperate moan, the sounds only barely leashed. she tilts her head to look up and lestat finds himself kissing down her jaw, the length of her neck as fingertips ghost up her spine. but as his mouth presses to the crook of her neck, he hears the silent command– wait– and he stills, pulls away from her slowly but with intention.

but where he expects to see overwhelm, he sees something far worse– shame. it is a feeling lestat himself abhors, and to see his beloved suffer at its hands... 'sois pas desolée,' he murmurs softly, reaching slowly to brush her hair away from her face, giving her ample time to get away from the gesture if she needs. 'qu'est-ce qu'il se passe?'

a century had passed since genevieve had found herself in a situation such as this one. hands roaming bodies, lips familiarizing themselves with one another's. when lestat had touched genevieve for the first time, she had sworn her skin had caught on fire. the heat the trail of his fingers left on her arms, her shoulders, her neck, it was overwhelming. she could only endure it, little by little, the woman unused to feeling so much wanting within her undead form. her last lover was there and then gone, which left genevieve gutted in an already heartless world. she did not expect to want anything ever again. then she met lestat, and she was sure that she felt her dead heart beat again.

he's been patient, and genevieve is more appreciative than she's ever been able to say aloud. every time she looked into his eyes, she thought she could see just how much he desired her. it made her breath hitch, sometimes. if able, she would blush. it caused a heat to grow within her stomach, between her legs. but she wasn't ready for claws and teeth and unconfined lust. genevieve needed the control she had worked so hard to restore to herself. taking this new relationship slow had been her idea, but she was thankful that lestat had been so ready to oblige her wishes.

tonight, genevieve felt herself getting dangerously close to losing that composure she had worked so hard for. one moment she enjoying the touch of his lips, soft against hers; the next, she was crawling into his lap, running her hands beneath the collar of lestat's shirt. sighing into his mouth every time their tongues brushed together. his hands left a trail of warmth across her skin, something genevieve had started to crave when they weren't near each other. lashes flutter as he kisses her cheek, violet eyes glowing as she opens them, half lidded, to gaze at the ceiling. 'i am . . .' genevieve starts in a murmur, but words escape her, in this moment. she feels her fangs grow slowly, feels the pull toward a feral side she hasn't given herself over to in a century. wait - the thought is abrupt, genevieve pulling away, far enough that she can look lestat in the eyes. she takes a breath, adorning an expression of something akin to shame, of someone holding something back. 'i am sorry, mon amour, i . . . i need a moment,'

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@blo0dplay sent : 7mf

slow. they would take things slow, they had decided. it, admittedly, isn't easy for lestat. there are times when he looks at her and lust burns through his veins. she invades his every thought and he loves her, he loves her– but he wants to make love to her, too. the waiting is difficult. it is difficult and he will do it, unquestioning. he will wait a century if he must.

besides, there are other things to do to fill their time.

he absolutely adores kissing her– his genevieve is all softness. and it's been a long time since he's known intimacy in this shape. not sharp, chaotic, but sweet. gentle.

and that is where they find themselves now, in that tender place. fanged mouths murmuring desires– where he wants to touch her, what she needs. lestat had forgotten what this felt like; clothes slipped reverently off, not torn away, lips meeting without the clash of teeth.

he coaxes but does not push, guides but doesn't drag.

but eventually she's in his lap and he wants her so desperately that his hands don't know where to touch. they glide across the planes of her shoulders, her back. fingers press into the flesh of her thighs as he chases her lips again and again.

"tell me how you feel, mon coeur." he murmurs against her cheek, lips pressing there as if to punctuate the words– a gesture of reassurance. good or bad, he says to her, mind to mind. tell me.

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@biteshand said : ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

"ah, and how shall we achieve that precious silence, mm?" lestat grins, predatory, down at parker between his straddled legs. he drags a thumb down the other man's lips, careful to let the nail drag just lightly enough that he doesn't break the skin. plush bottom lip follows the pad of his finger as he drags the digit back and forth. slowly, he presses it forward, into parker's mouth, pressing down onto a sharp tongue. "there now," he purrs, "that's better."

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@slashfiiction sent : 9mm (for lestat and daniel)

lestat can't help but watch with interest as daniel eagerly takes him into his mouth, a free hand paying attention to his own length. with a glimpse into his mind, lestat sees an attitude towards sex that is so desperately 70s. he can't quite find it in himself to care, though, with the warmth of daniel's mouth sliding down his cock. he simply cannot tear his eyes from the sight. a thumb traces lazily around the peak of daniel's nipple, a little thrill running through him at the sheer vulnerability of the man's half prone, naked form. it's a stark contrast to his–– clothed, upright, powerful. he won't wield that power against daniel, but he can certainly revel in it as he lets his head dip back, a low groan coming from his lips.

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@biteshand sent : 4mm

he loves having parker like this. laid against his chest, helpless in his hand. lestat teases his lips against his lover's. "le pauvre," he murmurs, stroking languidly, tongue darting out to touch parted lips. he lets his nose drag along parker's cheekbone, lips ghosting against the shell of parker's ear. "so rarely taken care of, aren't you?" the words are murmured against cartilage as lestat lowers his mouth to drag parker's earlobe gently between his teeth. he swipes a thumb over the head of parker's cock, lips poised to swallow any sound the touch elicits.

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&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )

❛ i know my worth. and if you want me, you'll do as i say. ❜

❛ you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? ❜

❛ oh? does that turn you on? ❜

❛ you look good on your knees like this. ❜

❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜

❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜

❛ you used to hate me, and now you can't take your eyes off me. ❜

❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

❛ i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet. ❜

❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜

❛ such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. ❜

❛ go on. fuck yourself on my cock. ❜

❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜

❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜

❛ you taste so fucking good. ❜

❛ they can't fuck you like i can. ❜

❛ fuck, i've missed you. ❜

❛ keep going. just like that. ❜

❛ they don't get to have you like this, but i do. ❜

❛ pretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel good. ❜

❛ you're mine. and don't you forget it. ❜

❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜

❛ what, got nothing to say? no matter, i'll have you screaming in no time. ❜

❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜

❛ getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you. ❜

❛ what would they think if they could see you now, huh? ❜

❛ maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up. ❜

❛ maybe if i sit on your face, that'll shut you up. ❜

❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜

❛ it's apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜

❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜

❛ fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. ❜

❛ you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you? ❜

❛ don't forget who you belong to. ❜

❛ if you want something, then you ask for it. ❜

❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜

❛ i'll make us feel good. you'll love this. ❜

❛ how was that? satisfying enough for you? ❜

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜

❛ what, afraid i might break you? ❜

❛ what, afraid you'll break me? ❜

❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜

❛ fuck me harder. don't you want to make me feel good? ❜

❛ that's it, babygirl. ❜

❛ you want me to sit on your face? ❜

❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜

❛ now that you've given me what i want, i can give you what you need. ❜

❛ don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. ❜

❛ i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. ❜

❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜

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