[ pent up ] : the reciever has noticed that sender has been acting up in a way that is unlike their 'bratty' persona that day. and thus, they ask sender what is going on with them. they then reveal that they're embarrassed by how much they want the reciever, but they only tell sender to spread their legs obediently for them and they'll help them with their 'problem'
brat / brat-taming prompts.
barton liked to think that, ever since the two of them had moved in together, that his ability to sense something was wrong with lestat had only increased. and there was something certainly going on with him on that tuesday. barton had allowed lestat to come with him, with permission from the person he was operating on and permission from the hospital along with a little white lie (which was not actually that little of a lie at all, but barton wanted to engage the other in his work more whenever possible, so he told the hospital lestat wanted to shadow him in a surgery as a med student), to witness him doing a thyroidectomy and that surgery - because it was in such a delicate area - was pretty specialized and required a steady hand for sure. but barton somehow made it look easy as he excised the part of the thyroid gland of the woman he was working on and showed it to lestat while he was at it, before disposing of the thyroid gland he was removing.
from there, barton had stitched the woman up carefully, and the anesthesiologist in the room made a comment towards lestat due to how wide-eyed as well as bushy-tailed he might've seemed ('it's totally different getting to see it in person for the first time, right?'). but in any case, ever since they went home after lestat had witnessed that, it was like somebody had lit a fire underneath lestat to get him to be a snarky little thing and not in the typical charming way. so, of course while barton was towel-drying his hair from just getting out of the shower, did he ask lestat what was going on with him: ❝ i've noticed you seem a bit frustrated tonight. is there anything specific on your mind? ❞ the doctor could hardly help himself from dropping the towel altogether unceremoniously on the floor in surprise whenever the other told him he was embarrassed of how much he wanted him. because did lestat get embarrassed by such things before?
barton couldn't recall that happening, but he shot the other a good-natured and knowing smile either way, moving to sit on his knees on the bed in front of lestat in a flow like a snake. he caressed the other's cheek once he was within an arm's length from him and placed his other hand on the vampire's right thigh, whispering a teasing little remark to him, ❝ mm, well, it's okay to admit that you loved the show i put on for you earlier... assuming that is what this is about? anyway, i promise i won't tell anyone. ❞ barton moved his hand over to rest against lestat's crotch then and gnawed on his bottom lip, finding the idea of lestat being turned on by the surgery being refreshingly kind of morbid (but hot all the same). ❝ why don't you spread your legs for me now, lovely, and i'll get right to helping you feel better? because you're turning me on, too. ❞
he reached his fingers out to grasp the zipper to his pants, pulling it down halfway only to murmur something just a quarter of an inch away from his lips. ❝ were you imagining what it would be like for you to be on that table, completely exposed, with nowhere to hide from me? or did you just like seeing the contrast between you feeding me viscera and helping sort-out someone else's problem with their guts? i'm dying to know what kind of fascinating reasoning you have behind this, lestat. ❞
