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“Wow,” Lestat breathed, standing shirtless in the doorway, haloed by light. His flashing grey eyes grew dark with desire as he drank in Louis’ form.
Louis shifted, feeling exposed where he reclined on their bed. He was naked from the waist up, wearing only the items Lestat had procured for him: a thin pair of dark panties, just slightly too small to accommodate all of Louis, a matching garter belt tied around his waist, and a pair of dark silk stockings, nearly sheer with golden vines climbing the outsides of the ankles. They were undeniably pretty, and pretty wasn’t exactly how Louis tended to think of himself. He felt a bit awkward and out of place, sprawled as he was on the bed and wrapped in fine fabrics. Lestat’s blatantly hungry gaze only made him squirm more.
Louis huffed and looked away, hands coming to lay in his lap to offer himself some coverage.
Lestat’s eyes followed the motion of Louis’ hands, coming to rest between slender hips. Dark and hungry desire flickered across Lestat’s face. He looked downright predatory as he started into the room, stalking closer to the bed. He came to perch at the foot of the bed in a feline pose, sat just below Louis’ feet. Louis watched him closely, slightly on edge. Lestat just sat there, eyes raking over Louis’ body and grinning down at him.
Louis grew uncomfortable. “What’re you looking at?” He asked, a bit defensive. A soft red flush dusted his brown skin.
“You, of course, mon cher,” Lestat purred, eyes flicking up to Louis’. The heat of his gaze felt unbearable, so Louis looked away. Lestat frowned. “Your heart is racing, Louis,” he cocked his head to the side, “Are you scared?”
Louis huffed, rolling his eyes. He moved his hands down by his sides, willing himself to relax. He wasn’t scared, that would be ridiculous. “No.”
When Louis failed to meet his gaze, Lestat’s frown grew. “Louis,” he said, watching him carefully. Louis shifted, still looking away. “Louis.”
“Can’t you just fuck me already?” Louis groaned, squirming.
“Not until you tell me what’s the matter in that pretty head of yours,” Lestat smiled, placing a pale hand on Louis’ silk-covered ankle, squeezing gently. Louis sucked in a breath, steadying himself before looking down to meet Lestat’s intense gaze. He felt pinned; locked in place by Lestat’s firm hand on him and losing sight of anything other than those dark, grey eyes. Louis’ world narrowed to those two points, and his heart slowed. Lestat smiled wider, carefully climbing up the bed to press his forehead to Louis’. Their breaths mixed, automatically syncing up with each other. When Lestat pulled back to look at his lover, Louis’ eyes were closed, and he looked more relaxed. Lestat waited for Louis to open his eyes watching him expectantly.
Louis sighed, head falling back on the pillows. “It’s just….not really the kind of thing I do?” Louis said, gesturing down at the stockings. “I – I don’t dislike it, or anything, it’s just weird for me, wearing them, you know?” Louis looked past Lestat’s searching face to stare at the ceiling, willing Lestat to move on.
“Because they’re for women?” Lestat asked.
“I guess?” Louis responded, face scrunching up.
“What’s wrong with that?” Lestat pressed. “I wear women’s clothes all the time and I’m not a woman, what’s the big deal? As long as no one sees, there’s no harm.”
“I’m not…like that, not like you,” Louis replied evasively, wishing he were somewhere else.
“Not like what? Beautiful?” Lestat barked a laugh, harsh in the still quiet of their bedroom. Louis recoiled slightly when Lestat’s hands came to frame his face, but Lestat held him in place. “Louis,” he laughed, “you are ridiculous,” Lestat pressed giggling kisses to Louis’ captive face. “In over a hundred years, you are by far the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered, Saint Louis.”
There was something in Lestat’s eyes that was making Louis want to disappear and devour him whole in equal measure. Lestat was looking at him with such open, unabashed admiration it was making his head swim. Louis turned his head to press his lips against Lestat’s open palm, watching the other vampire’s eyes grow glossy and dark at the delicate touch.
Louis buried his face in Lestat’s hand, cheeks warming. Lestat was laughing again.
“Come, Louis,” he smiled, “let me show you.” Lestat sat back, tugging at Louis to follow him. Louis sat up reluctantly, watching Lestat with mild confusion. Lestat was getting up off the bed, pulling Louis behind him.
“What –“ Louis started.
Lestat jerked Louis to his chest so they both stood, pressed together, Lestat holding Louis up while he found his footing. Louis felt breathless, if not a little irritated, at the manhandling. Lestat held Louis close, pressing his face to Louis’.
“I want to show you, Louis,” he murmured against Louis’ ear, making him shiver. Louis followed, dazed, as Lestat led him over to their mirror. Lestat turned him gently, guiding Louis to stand before the mirror, Lestat pressed to his back and peering over his shoulder with wanting eyes. Louis’ face felt hot as he willed himself to look at his reflection. The long, slender planes of his dark chest and arms contrasted against Lestat’s pale form looming behind him. Lestat was watching him closely, making Louis’ skin crawl, but he forced himself to keep looking. Following the dark trail of tight curls down from his navel, his eyes drifted to the dark silk of the garter belt. The elastic bit into the slight softness just below Louis’ waist. Lestat’s hands trailed up and down Louis’ sides, making him shiver, before coming to rest over the belt, fingers squeezing gently at the soft flesh. Louis’ heart was still fluttering in his chest; he felt unreasonably anxious.
The two men stood there for several minutes, Lestat drinking Louis in and petting at Louis’ waist and hips. Lestat’s fingers traced circled over Louis’ hipbones, and Louis’ breathing steadied.
“Do you see?” Lestat finally breathed, fingertips digging into the points of Louis’ hips. His breath was hot on the back of Louis’ neck. Louis pushed himself to dip his gaze lower, over the shiny black silk underwear, clinging to his soft cock, down the slender suspenders that crossed his light brown thighs to the dark stockings that wrapped his dainty legs. Louis’ legs appeared long and elegant, stretching out from the dark fabric at his groin. It was overwhelming, seeing himself like this, and Louis fought the urge to cover himself or turn away from his reflection.
Lestat must have seen something in Louis’ expression that he liked because he was grinning over Louis’ shoulder, pressing kisses to Louis’ shoulder.
“Beautiful, mon coeur,” Lestat sighed. He squeezed at Louis’ hips, making him hiss in surprise, before slipping his fingers just under the elastic band. Louis shivered at the press of Lestat’s fingers against the delicate skin, arousal building.
Lestat withdrew his fingers, trailing his hands back up over Louis’ hips and waist, across his stomach, down to the elastic of his panties, and back up to his chest. Louis leaned back against Lestat’s firm chest, pressing his body forward into Lestat’s touch and sighing. Lestat’s hands roamed over Louis’ chest and abdomen, occasionally skating closer and closer to his groin. Louis watched Lestat’s ghostly hands in the reflection as they mapped his body.
Lestat brought his drifting hands up to Louis’ chest to trail over his nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from Louis. The soft silk panties clung to Louis’ junk and seemed to get tighter by the second as Lestat teased at Louis’ chest. Louis’ hands were fisted in Lestat’s black trousers, holding him close.
“Look at you,” Lestat hummed appreciatively. His nails scratched lightly across Louis’ chest and over his ribs, leaving stinging trails in their wake. Louis shuddered against the front of Lestat’s body, shivering in his arms. Lestat smiled at Louis in their reflection as he pressed pink lips to Louis’ bare shoulder. He kissed up Louis’ shoulder and neck to mouth at his jaw, one hand coming up to play with his nipple while the other drifted down to tug at the hem of his panties. Louis’ breath sped up, and he locked eyes with Lestat’s reflection.
Lestat dragged his fingers across Louis’ lower stomach before resting his warm palm over the growing heat between Louis’ legs. Louis hissed, feeling slightly dizzy from the rush of blood to his dick. He was filling out fast under Lestat’s fingers. Lestat didn’t even have to do anything; just the whisper of contact hovering by Louis’ growing erection had him shivering with pleasure. It was only magnified by the visual, one he could not physically turn away from: himself, held up by the support of Lestat’s strong limbs, clad only in dark lingerie, with his cock straining in his panties.
Louis gasped when Lestat bit a sharp kiss below his ear, his dick jumping.
“So good, Louis,” Lestat growled into Louis’ ear, pressing his palm to Louis’ trapped length, making his whole body jerk. Louis’s eyes scrunched shut, and he turned his head away, hissing out gasps as his hips automatically rut into Lestat’s hand. “Don’t you look so good like this, Louis?” Lestat purred, pinching harshly at Louis’ nipple and making his cock pulse.
“Fuck,” Louis gasped, wriggling in Lestat’s arms. His head swung back around to look at the mirror, catching Lestat’s eyes again in a glare.
Lestat cupped Louis’ chest in his hand, gently petting at the abused nub. He licked and nibbled at Louis’ ear, sending more chills down his spine.
“Lestat –“ Louis started, voice breaking on a gasp as Lestat started rubbing his hand over Louis’ dick. The friction was edging on painful; the dry, silky fabric rubbed at the sensitive head, making Louis wince. Lestat held Louis closer, getting his hand around Louis’ cock and dragging the silk panties over his length as he started stroking Louis. “Ah, shit,” Louis hissed, bucking in Lestat’s arms.
“Look, Louis,” Lestat whispered, lips brushing the shell of Louis’ ear. When Louis forced his eyes to open, to look to their reflection, he shuddered harder. Lestat’s snow-white fingers slowly slipped up and down the length of Louis’ silk-clad cock. The panties were straining significantly to accommodate Louis’ erection, which peaked out the top. Beside the head was a growing dark spot of wetness. When Lestat’s hand dragged back over the head Louis moaned, hips rocking forward into Lestat’s warm grasp.
“Alright, I am, I am,” Louis hissed between shuddering gasps, watching Lestat’s reflection with hooded eyes.
“Good,” Lestat hummed, looking smug. “I want you to watch.”
Louis groaned and squirmed with discomfort, moving to pull away from Lestat, when Lestat unceremoniously shoved the waistband of Louis’ panties down under his balls, taking his exposed cock in hand.
“Fuck,” Louis gasped; Lestat’s hand was still too dry for his aching dick, but the wet slide of precum dipping from his tip was easing the way. Louis breathed heavily as Lestat gave his cock a few lazy strokes.
Louis moaned when Lestat’s thumb brushed the head of his cock, hot and flushed where it peeked out from the foreskin. Lestat smeared the precum around the tip before slicking Louis’ cock with it, soothing the hot friction a bit. Louis’ hips were rocking slightly into Lestat’s fist as he stroked gently at Louis’ hard length.
Lestat’s grip tightened, and Louis gasped as he started stroking him properly, twisting slightly at the head. Louis leaned back to feel Lestat’s bare chest on his back, allowing the older vampire to support most of his weight. Lestat’s arm wrapped around Louis’ chest, holding their bodies flush together while Lestat worked his cock.
Any time Louis’ eyes fluttered shut for too long – more than a few seconds – Lestat would growl in his ear or dig his nails into Louis’ chest threateningly until Louis’ eyes snapped back open and locked on the mirror. It was getting harder to focus on watching himself as ecstasy thrummed brighter and brighter in his veins.
“Fuck my hand,” Lestat ordered, slowing his strokes nearly to a stop, and Louis gasped out. Louis’ hips stuttered forward, seeking friction. After the first few shaky thrusts, Louis found a rhythm, rocking his hips forward into Lestat’s waiting fingers and back against his hard body. When Louis rocked his hips back, he could feel the hard length of Lestat’s own cock straining against his trousers, pressing into Louis’ ass.
“Fuck me,” Louis breathed, alternating between grinding his ass back on Lestat’s dick and fucking forward into Lestat’s fist. Louis felt delirious with pleasure, aching to be pressed face-to-face, aching to be full.
“Not yet, mon cher,” Lestat’s reflection smirked back, “I want you to see yourself as I see you.”
Lestat started working his hand on Louis’ cock again, twisting and tightening in time with Louis’ thrusts, making him shudder every time. Hot sparks of pleasure were pooling between Louis’ stocking-clad thighs.
Louis was breathing hard, gasping and shivering at every pass of Lestat’s fingers over the tip of his cock. Louis tipped his head back, breath wavering as the world narrowed to the delicious pressure building in the pit of his stomach. “’m close,” Louis moaned, thighs trembling.
“Watch,” Lestat snapped, pinching hard at Louis’ nipple, pulling a strangled shout from him. Louis was shaking, gasping in breaths like he was sobbing at the effort not to come. Louis’ eyes rolled in his head, but he forced himself to look back at the mirror, to lock eyes with Lestat.
The vampire pressed his lips to Louis’ jaw. “Watch.”
Lestat held Louis’ gaze as he worked his cock faster. Louis’ nails dug into Lestat’s thighs where he gripped him, ten sharp little points. Lestat moaned, cock twitching against Louis’ quivering ass, and sunk his fangs into the side of Louis’ throat, not breaking eye contact once.
Louis cried out, shuddering, hard. He struggled to prevent his eyes from rolling back in his head as he bucked helplessly in Lestat’s arms, pleasure rocketing through him. Lestat smiled around a mouthful of Louis’ blood as his lover came over his fist, splashing over the black fabric of the garter belt and dripping down Louis’ cock to stain the panties as he gasped and moaned. Louis arched and writhed in Lestat’s arms, and Lestat held him up through his orgasm, stroking him as he shivered through each pulse. Louis shook from the aftershocks, his legs wobbly underneath him like a newborn animal. Lestat snorted, scooping Louis up and carrying him over to the bed.
After safely placing Louis on the bed, Lestat leaned down to kiss him. Louis was still breathing hard into the kiss, laughing slightly in disbelief.
“Wow, you – that was, I mean,” pulled back to huff a laugh.
“You are a vision, my love,” Lestat growled, biting kisses to Louis’ neck and chest. “Now let me fuck you.”