Not calling Marius by his title was a very deliberate choice of the young mortal. He wanted to show respect, but at the same time, he wanted to make it known that Marius de Romanus was no longer his Master. And the fact that he spoke to Marius in a language Lestat could understand was also chosen very deliberately. As Lestat said, communication was important, and Amadeo wanted to make sure to honour that.
And yet it was the conversation that triggered some underlying sadness in him. But it was less because of Mariusโ indifference than because his brothers would not be able to say their goodbyes to Amadeo. Who will wake them up? Who will sit down with them to do their homework? The young mortal tried to shove those thoughts away before a lump could form in his throat and make him feel a certain way.
Amadeoโs dark eyes lingered on Lestat. Frankly, he didnโt expect the other to say anything at all, but what he said to Marius surprised the young mortal visibly. His mouth fell open just so slightly. Did Lestat really just decide to drop Amadeo off tomorrow so Marius and him could talk? Stunned, he looked from the screen of his phone to his vampiric love. To say that he was stunned would be an understatement. But if Lestat looked at Amadeo closely, he could see the little heart eyes forming. His lips slightly parted, and his heartbeat increased. It wasnโt just adoration that flickered in his dark brown eyes; it was longing, yearning, and desire.
โIโve never worn something like that,โ he answered breathlessly and with a slight tremor in his voice, triggered by pure excitement. Amadeo didnโt have to say it out loud; his reaction emphasized that he wanted to wear his cock lock for the other.
Naturally, Amadeo rushed to his trailer. He took the bathrobe off and changed back to his normal clothes. He folded the shooting attire neatly and brought it back to the stylist. Amadeo kept his hair and makeup the way it was. His legs were hugged by a pair of black jeans, his feet were covered by black ankle boots, and to cover his torso, he wore a black long-sleeved shirt with a deep V-neck.
Amadeo put sunglasses on again and covered his wrists and fingers in the jewels Lestat gave him. He threw his phone in his bag and rushed over to Lestat, who was busy warning the staff to do better. He took Lestat by the hand before they left the location to get to the otherโs car. โOh, you should stop speaking sweet words to me unless you want me to invade your privacy while you drive. I am yours, I will always be yours. Maybe I should get your band logo tattooed on my bum cheek.โ Amadeo laughed softly and shook his head to emphasize that he had been joking. The threats were nothing but sweet declarations of love to Amadeo. Lestat wanted him; he wanted every fiber of him, which was exactly what the young mortal needed after his entire life was overshadowed by rejection.
As they drove, Amadeo kept his hand on Lestatโs inner thigh. The Vampire drove like a maniac. It was alarming and probably scary to look at to an outsider, but Amadeo knew that the blond beauty wouldnโt let him die in a car crash. It was safe to say that Amadeo was just as unstable and insane as his vampiric lover, but in his very own way. Their drive stopped in front of a jeweller. Amadeoโs mouth opened, almost tempted to be a smart mouth about how they wouldnโt get what they were looking for, but he remained silent as Lestat made his odd purchase.
โAgapi mou whatโฆโ Well, Amadeo was quickly carried back into the car like a puppet. He watched in silence and fascination how Lestatโs thick, crimson-coloured blood found its way into the vial. Stunning. It looked absolutely fascinating with the golden chain and crystal. Amadeo put his hand on top of Lestatโs as soon as the chain was around his neck and the vial against his chest. โIf my heart happens not to beat for you anymore, you shall rip it out of my chest and consume it, agapi mou.โ Amadeo spoke with determination and seriousness. He lifted Lestatโs hand and placed a kiss onto those knuckles. โBut this will never happen. Thank you for the necklace, mon amour. I will break it, if necessary.โ But again, he doubted that this was necessary.
Then, Amadeo reached for his phone and opened Google Maps. They still had a purchase to make. He typed in the description of what they needed and gave Lestat the directions. It was a fetish shop not too far away from them. Given Lestatโs reckless driving skills, it took them only five minutes to reach their destination. Amadeo jumped out of the car, ran around, and grabbed Lestat by the hand again. The entrance of the raunchy shop was in a side alleyway. The door was slightly open, and narrow stony stairs brought them to the basement. A big sign warned that no one under the age of eighteen was allowed to enter. Amadeo reached for the doorknob and opened the heavy door with a swift motion. Music greeted them along with the smell of leather. At first glance, they could see a variety of collars and leashes, then shelves with various toys. Getting further into the shop, they would get to the collections of whips, costumes, masks, videos, sanitary tools, and others. It was the first time for Amadeo in a shop like that, and he was fascinated. โAgapi mou? Can we look around a bit after we find what we need? There is this chain over there.โ Amadeo pointed at a silver bondage necklace. โYou would look so beautiful with that. Itโs such a statement piece, and your fans will go crazy!!!โ
โGood evening.โ A woman in her early thirties with long black hair, fair skin, and several tattoos on her skin in various places approached them with a smile. โCan I help you?โ
Amadeo zoomed in on the shelf with toys of all kinds. Maybe they should get something like that? They had some in the suite already organized by a poor hotel employee, but Amadeo wanted more. But first, the cock lock.
