Smut novel, you say, @vampyrebond? Enjoy!
fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight .
The fight had been volatile, raised voices and bared teeth, but as Louis thrust Lestat into the wall, claiming his lips in a searing kiss to shut him up, the words he had been about to say were lost as their lips moved, teeth clashing, and tongues fighting for dominance. Lestat pushed against Louis, grinding their hips together roughly, but Louis only pinned him harder into the wall, arms boxing him in as their arousal became evident between them.
As Louis’ tongue tangled with his own, Lestat felt his fangs descend, longing for the sweet taste of blood, but as soon as they did, Louis pulled away, “No,” the word was firm and Lestat was taken aback by the suddenness of it. So surprised was he that he was not allowed to draw blood that he put up no resistance as he was pulled to the bed and all but tossed into it, eyes glinting with interest at this new shift between them, but he would play along. And as two of his favorite ties were removed from the wardrobe, Lestat’s eyes gleamed, for he knew exactly what this meant.
❛ you’re not allowed to cum until i say so. ❜
Lestat whined under Louis, his hips arching up beneath him as his lover tied his wrists to the bed posts, "Please darling, just fuck me," he breathed, eyes shining and dark with lust as he watched his lover above him. Once his wrists were secure and Louis pulled away, Lestat could only watch as he undressed, leaving Lestat in a state of partial dress on the bed, waistcoat and shirt torn open over his chest and trousers doing nothing to conceal his arousal. He had always taken great pleasure in it when Louis took charge, but this was a new turn of events and Lestat loved where it seemed to be going. Louis’ hand covered Lestat’s mouth before he could open it to speak again, and the temptation to bite was almost overwhelming, but he kept it in check, instead pressing a kiss to Louis’ palm, as though acquiescing to the unspoken request for silence.
tear . to tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body
After Louis had retrieved a bottle of oil from the nightstand, he roughly tore Lestat’s pants open, uncaring of the finely tailored fabric, and Lestat shivered at the show of raw desire from his lover. And though his cock stood proudly now that it was freed from his trousers, Louis completely ignored it as he tore the fabric off of Lestat’s body. He roughly grasped his hips, and Lestat allowed his legs to fall open on either side of Louis as he moved to kneel between them, quivering with anticipation for what was to come.
❛ who gets to touch you like this ? ❜
Louis’ words sent a sharp thrill of desire through him, and his pupils dilated as he gasped, “You, only you,” and melted into the feeling of two of Louis’ fingers slipping into him, preparing him for what was to come. Lestat let out a sigh as his lover’s fingers coaxed him open enough for a third, “Please, mon cher,” Lestat gasped impatiently, “please, I need you inside me. I can-” but again, Louis’ free hand smothered the words before he could finish, and without needing to say another word to get his point across, Lestat’s words were silenced once again. Though when Louis removed his hand, Lestat pouted petulantly, letting out a soft whine as his lover continued to take his time teasing him.
beg . to make my muse beg .
When Lestat could no longer take the teasing, he opened his mouth to demand more, but that was exactly when Louis’ finger stroked his prostate, and the words he had been about to say turned into a soft keen of, “Yes, please, please, Louis.”
“What was that, love? I’m going to need you to beg for it,” the words Louis uttered were low and at the sound of his voice, Lestat shuddered, arching his hips, as though demanding more.
“Please, my darling. I need more,” Lestat whined, “Please I need you inside of me.” The words fell shamelessly from his mouth and Lestat tipped his head back, giving a soft gasp as Louis’ finger found his prostate once again, “Yes, yes, more please,” he all but chanted the words as Louis continued fingering him open, only occasionally teasing that spot deep within him until his cock ached to be touched.
❛ could you come like this ? ❜
The words sent a mild panic through Lestat, for though he knew he likely could come from this alone, he could never be satisfied. “No, please Louis, please, I need you inside me,” Lestat gasped, a look of near panic coming over his expression at the thought that Louis might not give him what he truly wanted. But the look in his lover’s eye as he shifted, removing his fingers, told Lestat all he needed to know. “Oui, mon cher, baise-moi. Je veux-” and before he could finish, Louis had grasped Lestat’s hips and thrust into him in one swift movement, stealing the breath from his lungs. The stretch at the sudden intrusion silenced Lestat for only a moment however, as he hooked his legs around Louis’ hips, “Yes, Louis please, more,” he moaned.
{ Oui, mon cher, baise-moi. Je veux- :: Yes, my darling, fuck me. I want- }
collapse . to break a bed during sex with my muse .
Not needing any more encouragement, Louis snapped his hips hard against Lestat’s, drawing a keening moan from him. And from there, Louis pounded mercilessly into him, earning more breathless cries of, “Oui, plus fort, plus,” but Lestat stopped abruptly, the words changing to a deep moan as Louis gave him what he wanted, the bed frame creaking under the punishing strength of his thrusts. Lestat cried out as Louis’ hips thrust into him particularly hard, and that seemed to be all the bed could take as Lestat’s grip shattered the headboard, one of the bed posts snapping off.
He couldn’t bring himself to care, as this only freed one of his hands to find its way to Louis’ back, claws digging into his flesh and drawing blood as he clung to his lover. “Oui, si bon, Louis, si bon,” he gasped, feeling the bed shudder beneath them. As it collapsed under the sheer strength of Louis’ thrusts, Lestat couldn’t bring himself to care, for they could always get a new bed, and he effortlessly snapped the other post off of the headboard to free his other hand.
{ Oui, plus fort, plus :: Yes, harder, more }
{ Oui, si bon :: Yes, so good }
carnal . to [ scratch / bite ] my muse during intimacy .
The gasps and moans that cascaded from Lestat’s lips were silenced as Louis claimed his mouth once again in a deep kiss, and Lestat opened for him, the taste of his lover’s tongue drawing a keening moan from his throat. Their blood mixed in his mouth as their tongues were sliced open upon their teeth, and Lestat had all he could do to keep from coming right then, but as Louis drew back, Lestat clung to him, gasping “S’il te plaît, je suis si près.”
“I want you to come when I bite you,” Louis breathed against his jaw, lips pressing heated kisses down lower, moving to where Lestat’s pulse pounded the strongest, and Lestat nodded, unable to speak as he tipped his head back to offer up his throat.
“Please, I need-” but before he could even finish begging for it, Louis’ teeth pierced his flesh and Lestat was overcome by the sensation of Louis drinking from him, and he came almost immediately, spilling over their chests and stomachs as he cried out in pleasure, “Mon dieu, Louis!” Lestat was clinging to Louis as he thrust into him several more times before releasing deep inside him a few moments later.
They both panted hard as they came down from their orgasms, Lestat finally melting into the broken bed as the pleasure slowly faded. Louis collapsed atop his chest shortly after, mouth finally releasing Lestat’s throat to allow the wounds to seal shut on their own. They lay in silence upon the wreckage of their bed, both well and truly fucked out - at least for the time being - and a slow, satisfied smirk crossed Lestat's lips as he sighed in utter contentment.
{ S’il te plaît, je suis si près :: Please, I'm so close }
{ Mon dieu :: My god }
