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“Louis, I’ve been thinking that we could try this with the lid down,” Lestat said in-between kisses as they lay in Louis’s coffin
“I think not,” Louis protested, “I’m not forgetting that first night anytime soon”
Louis still had the occasional nightmare about that.
“But mon cher, it’s near the beginning of the night. There would be no risk of me falling asleep and trapping you in,” Lestat said, his voice full of teasing
“Again,” Louis added
“Fine, no risk of me falling asleep and trapping you in again,” Lestat corrected cheerily
“But why would you want the lid down? Lestat, I won’t be able to see you,” Louis pointed out
“Exactly,” Lestat said with relish
“I’m not sure I see the appeal, you love to be looked at, you’re a bloody peacock of a man,” Louis teased, playing with Lestat’s hair
“But Louis. Imagine it. You, completely in the dark with my hands running over you, teasing you, there being nothing in the whole world but my fingers, my lips, the feeling of our skin together,” Lestat said softly
Louis felt the breath go out of him, looking at Lestat a little helplessly.
“Oh,” was all Louis managed to say
“Would you like that, Louis?” Lestat asked teasingly
“Yes,” Louis admitted
“And I’d be able to see you,” Lestat added in a croon, “I’ll be able to see you come apart on my fingers, on my co-
“Yes, yes. Fine. Shut up,” Louis interrupted, his face feeling hot
Lestat laughed.
“Yes?” he asked winningly
“Yes,” Louis said firmly
Lestat, looking triumphant, tugged the lid, the curtain ties holding it snapping as he brought it down, shutting them into the darkness of Louis’s coffin.
“I’m making you repair that later,” Louis muttered
“Of course,” Lestat promised
Being enclosed in the dark suddenly caused a spike of panic but Louis breathed through it, letting himself calm, and focused on feeling of being here with Lestat. Lestat trailed a comforting hand down the side of his face.
“I’m good,” Louis whispered and Lestat closed the gap between them, kissing him gently, the tenderness of it causing an ache in Louis’s chest.
Their hands knocked against each other slightly as they struggled to take their clothes off in the small space. In retrospect, they should have done this before the lid was closed. But then it didn’t take too long, kicking the discarded clothes away, and then they found each other again.
Louis got lost in the feeling of Lestat’s hands running over him gently, his fingers tracing over Louis’s skin. It felt a little different than usual and Louis couldn’t pinpoint why. Louis struggled to find Lestat’s face for a little while, accidentally grabbing a bit of shoulder in the dark, but managed to locate it and draw Lestat into a clumsy kiss. Lestat kissed him back thoroughly and there was a hand skating delightfully down Louis’s thigh but it still felt… different. What was-
Oh. It was without the usual tickle of the nails that Louis had gotten used to.
“Lestat, did you cut your nails before you even asked? Wasn’t that a little presumptuous?” Louis teased
“I wanted to be prepared in case you said yes, with no delay,” Lestat’s voice said with a laugh
Then Lestat’s voice went down to a low whisper
“I also have the oil so I can work you apart right here in the dark,” he added
Louis let out a little noise that seemed a tad embarrassing once he made it but Lestat drank it up with a heady kiss.
Moving together, it was like everything vanished but the feeling of Lestat’s hands running down his spine, Lestat’s fingers running down his chest, and Lestat palming his cock. Louis found Lestat in the dark as much as he could, pressing kisses to whatever skin he was managing to find, Lestat’s chest, shoulder blade, collarbone, and the side of Lestat’s face. Reaching out to touch him like a life raft in dark waters.
Louis finally found Lestat’s hair and was able to tug Lestat down to kiss him, taking a few moments to find his lips properly. Louis felt like he was melting into the kiss, enjoying the sensation of being alone with Lestat in the cocoon of the coffin, tucked away from the rest of the world. In the darkness and the press of their bodies, where he ended and Lestat began was a meaningless question.
Louis heard the pop of the bottle opening and he was immediately glad that they were in the dark so that Lestat couldn’t see his face.
“I can see your face, mon cher,” Lestat teased, reminding him
Of course. Louis buried his face against the coolness of Lestat’s torso.
Louis felt the finger come to his entrance.
Louis let out a gasp as it slowly breached the ring of muscle, just a little.
“You’re so beautiful like this, look at you,” Lestat said in awe
Louis reached out for Lestat, gripping him to hold himself steady.
“Look at you, in the dark, keening on my finger,” Lestat cooed, slowly pressing in and drawing out, slowly going slightly deeper in a way that had Louis clutching tighter at Lestat
Lestat was patient, meticulous. All the patience of an immortal being when it finally suited his purposes.
Lestat finally pressed his finger all the way in, Louis let out a little moan, feeling it so deep within him.
“All for me, these little sounds, these little trembles,” Lestat said, drawing the finger out and pressing it in again making Louis let out another little noise
“I could watch you for hours, Louis, on my fingers, watching you come apart,” Lestat started to press a second finger to the rim, slipping in just barely
Louis groaned at the intrusion, little tears gathering in his eyes.
“You’re doing so well, Saint Louis. Beautifully taking me,” Lestat said, withdrawing both fingers for a moment and then pressing in again lightly
Louis felt mindless, starting to bear down on them, shoving them deeper. Lestat let him, the fingers suddenly holding still as Louis rocked back onto them.
“Mon cher, needing them so badly? You could have said.”
Louis pushed himself back on Lestat’s fingers, feeling like he couldn't breathe. Then Lestat’s fingers withdrew and Louis felt suddenly unmoored in the dark, unable to see Lestat, unable to see what he was doing.
“Getting more oil, love,” Lestat murmured
Louis felt out of his mind with anticipation.
Lestat’s fingers returned, three of them now, and Louis breathed a sigh of relief as Lestat pushed them inside him, scrambling to hold onto something of Lestat to anchor himself as Lestat set an indulgent pace that had him keening, grabbing a handful of hair, a handful of shoulder as Lestat worked him.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, Louis, having you like this on my cock? Tightening around me as I bury myself in you?”
“Please,” Louis whispered
“You’re opening for me so beautifully, Louis. Wantonly, needy, do you need me Louis? Need me inside you?”
“Yes.”
Lestat dragged his fingers out and pressed them back in. Louis muttered faint curses.
“Oh, Louis. You’re perfect on my fingers, did you know that? Hot and tight and delicious, I could eat you up, I could have you like this forever.”
It was too much and not enough. He needed Lestat.
“Please.”
“Ask me, Louis,” Lestat said indulgently
“I want you inside me, I want you to take me,” Louis whispered, the words feeling easier to say in the dark
Louis couldn’t stop a soft whine from escaping him as Lestat’s fingers disappeared. Lestat effortlessly moved him around with strong hands so that Louis’s back was pressed up against the front of Lestat’s torso.
Lestat ran his hands down the sides of Louis’s ribcage, over the flanks of his thighs, caressing, worshipping in the dark. There was nothing but the sensation of Lestat’s skin against his own. Louis melted into the feeling of Lestat’s hands.
Lestat pressed a soft kiss to the back of Louis’s neck.
In the dark, the sound of the oil bottle opening again sounded unnaturally loud.
“You’re blushing, Louis,” Lestat whispered
The sounds of Lestat slicking himself up had Louis half out of his mind. He couldn’t see anything, everything was dark.
Louis felt Lestat shift as Lestat moved down the coffin slightly, finding a better position, and pressing a kiss against the top of Louis’s shoulder.
“My beautiful Louis, radiant in the dark,” Lestat murmured
The first breach of Lestat’s cock had him gasping, reaching out against the side of the coffin to brace himself as Lestat pushed just slightly into him.
“Oh, Louis. You’re perfect around me,” Lestat said, pressing in again
Louis’s head rolled back, lost to the sensation.
“You feel radiant, Louis, so hot and tight, I could have you like this for hours,” Lestat said, pushing deeper still
Louis closed his eyes, adrift in the dark, the pleasure of it sparking through him.
“Look at you, taking me so well. You need me? You need me to be inside you?”
“Yes,” Louis whispered
Lestat finally pushed all the way in, Louis letting out a gasp.
“Filled you right up, Louis. Do you feel good? With me inside you?”
It was exquisite. He was so full, clenching down on Lestat’s cock, it was mind-bending. Lestat so close. Lestat inside him.
“Oh, Louis. You feel so perfect, I’m never going to let you out of this coffin,” Lestat said breathily
“Oh, you better,” Louis said lowly
Lestat laughed and the motion of it with Lestat’s cock buried deep inside him had Louis scrambling, gripping onto the satin lining of the coffin.
“Sorry, mon cher. How are we doing?” Lestat whispered, still fully lodged inside him
“You can read my mind,” Louis pointed out
“But I’d like to hear you say it,” Lestat murmured happily
“I’m good,” Louis said, voice strangled
“Oh, just good?” Lestat asked, drawing back a little and rocking back in
Fuck. The drag of Lestat’s cock inside him, lighting him up.
“Really good?” Louis offered weakly
“Hmmm,” Lestat pulled back almost completely and pushed right back in, Louis gasped, the sensation sending his head spinning. It was…
"Incredible,” Louis managed at last, trying to keep coherent as Lestat increased the pace
“You’re incredible, Louis,” Lestat said as he moved into Louis with another thrust, “taking me so well, so perfectly, so beautifully”
Lestat’s hand wrapped around Louis’s cock, Louis bucked into it, shifting his hips forward into the sensation and Lestat fucked back into him from behind, shoving his hips up to meet Louis’s again.
Louis let out a breathy moan.
“And these beautiful sounds you make? For me? I could just drink them up,” Lestat crooned
Lestat thrust into him, holding Louis steady with a hand on Louis’s shoulder.
“I want to fill you up every night of our lives, I want to feel you around me, resplendent and glowing just like this.”
Louis sighed blissfully, the slide of Lestat’s cock within him making him feel enraptured.
“And I want you in our bed, in an ocean of silk sheets, crying my name.”
Louis groaned.
“I want you forever. I want you always,” Lestat whispered
Lestat was thrusting more feverishly now. And Louis was floating in the sublime darkness, a swirling sea of mystic sensation, exultation and Lestat moving inside him.
“I want to give you my blood, I want to give you everything, everything there is,” Lestat said fervently
Louis couldn’t see anything, there was nothing in the dark but the feeling of Lestat’s cock pushing into him, the hand on Louis’s cock, the hand anchored on his shoulder, the press of Lestat’s body against his own. It was euphoric, it was boundless.
“And I want to be the only name you ever say in bed.”
There was no one else. No one else.
“And I want to feel you come, feel you clench around me, feel your body wracking with pleasure,” Lestat said, stroking him fiercely, thrusting into him
Louis couldn’t hang on much longer, every fibre of him screaming for release.
“My Louis, My Louis, My Louis,” Lestat repeated over and over as Louis crested higher
Louis came with a transcendent crash, the sensations rushing together like a storm as Lestat stroked him through it, the warm rush of Lestat spilling into him, Lestat rocking back and forth into him, the orgasm washing over them as it crashed from Louis’s mind over to Lestat’s. Lestat was letting out a little torrent of loving French, the words running together so fast that it became incomprehensible.
Louis felt like he’d been unmoored. And found.
Louis breathed deeply, feeling overwhelmed and sated. Behind him, Lestat carefully withdrew from him, the stimulation still feeling tender and drawing a slight gasp from Louis. Louis rolled over to face Lestat, wishing he could see him through the darkness. Louis trailed a hand in front of him, finally finding the contours of Lestat’s face and stroking gently.
“Lestat,” Louis said in wonder
“Louis,” Lestat whispered back
“Forever,” Louis agreed, “I want you forever.”
Louis didn’t see the kiss coming but he met it with enthusiasm, the soft joy of the moment wrapping around them. Forever wasn’t far away after all.