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Louis and Lestat had returned to a comforting on-and-off companionship after the tour and everything that followed. Call it lessons learned from years living with Lestat, years of existing with Armand, or the wisdom of time passing, but they finally found that arrangement they lacked in New Orleans. It only took a century of trauma and separation to get there.
Louis traveled a lot. There were businesses to tend to, real estate to scout, and he’d even gotten into the habit of providing consultancy services to some of the world’s greatest business minds. Lestat whined that he could take these meetings online. That here was no need to jet-set for weeks at a time, but Lestat’s own whims also took him around the world. Tours, promotions, obscure recording studios on a hillside in the middle of the Alps that have just the right acoustics for the one piano piece he had been nurturing for over a decade, and may not even make it into the album… These things keep Lestat occupied.
A night together in Switzerland, then two weeks away. Louis meets Lestat at his current Japanese tour stop for a single night before Louis returns to San Francisco. A few nights in LA. And like this for weeks until their calendars sync again, like their heartbeats did when they touch down in the same city.
Turns out, distance does make the heart grow fonder.
This was one of those jet-set encounters. A new building was added to the Seoul skyline, and Louis wanted first dibs on some of the more desirable apartments. Lestat, fresh off a string of festivals in Europe, had five days off, so he joined Louis there before returning to Los Angeles to rehearse for the Grammys.
Lestat came into the Suite’s office, where Louis toiled away at his laptop.
“My flight leaves at dawn,” Lestat announced. His hand traveled along Louis’s shoulders, long nails caressing the nape of his neck.
Louis leaned into the touch, warmth rising to his ears. “Mmm, I’m almost done, baby. Give me five minutes.”
Lestat’s hands tensed, his head tilting defiantly. Saying no was an unforgivable slight for Lestat. Louis knew this, and brat that he was, he would not be deterred. He slid onto Louis’s lap and grazed the tip of his nose along the vein in Louis’s neck. “It’s nearly morning,” Lestat insists.
The clock on his laptop indicated it was just past four. The sun wouldn’t threaten to rise for nearly two-and-a-half hours. Even with vampire stamina and Lestat’s theatrics, that was plenty of time to leave Lestat sore and thinking of only him until their next meeting.
“It’s just two more emails,” Louis insisted. He pressed a firm hand to Lestat’s lower back to push him off his lap, but Lestat used his preternatural strength to stay in place. It made Louis burn with anger, Lestat’s little display of defiance.
Instead, Lestat kissed Louis’s neck, peppering them gently along his skin. His free hand snaked down Louis’s chest until he was cupping Louis’s growing cock. “They can wait,” Lestat purred into his ear. “Don’t pretend they’re more thrilling than this.”
Louis grabbed a fistful of Lestat’s blond hair at the nape of his neck and yanked him back. A low, bubbling laugh poured from Lestat.
“Two emails. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Lestat scoffed without humor, throat still exposed. “What if I can’t wait that long? I could give an unsuspecting fan the night of their lives.”
“Fine.” Louis shrugs. “Find someone else who fucks you like I do.”
Lestat stared, indignant. His gaze darkened, his lips parted in shock. It filled Louis with pride. In another century, Louis would have shoved Lestat against the nearest surface and fucked him senseless, but time had given him wisdom. Lestat wanted to provoke him; he wanted the reaction, and that’s not how things worked – not anymore.
“Admit you want my cock,” Louis growled, tugging harder at his hair.
Lestat struggled against Louis’s grip, even though they knew Lestat could free himself if he wanted. “Merde, mon cher… Please.”
“Use your words, Lestat.”
“I want your cock. Need it.”
“Get on your knees and keep my cock warm while I finish.” Louis almost shoved him down, the suddenness of the action not giving Lestat time to ground himself. Lestat slid down his body until he settled between his thighs under the desk.
“Don’t go trying anything, or else I’ll get myself off in the shower, and you’ll have to wait until the next time I see you.”
Lestat ran his hands up Louis’s thighs, then slowly pulled at the zipper of his trousers. He nuzzled his face against Louis’s half-hard cock. Blood rushed away from Louis’s brain, pleasure pulling a hiss from his chest. His hands flew to Lestat’s beautiful blond head, pawing at his scalp with claw-like fingernails, encouragingly.
Louis’s computer chimed. A new email landed in his inbox. He adjusted in his chair to inspect it, forgetting himself. This pushed Lestat further under the desk. His head hit the underside of the hardwood with a rattle.
“Merde!” Lestat cried.
“Sorry, love.” Louis leaned back to inspect the damage. “You alright?”
He slapped Louis’s hand away, his ego bruised, and returned to freeing Louis’s cock from his trousers. “Two emails,” Lestat reminded him.
Their eyes met again, measuring each other. Louis thanked the architects of their creation for no longer sharing the Mind Gift. With Lestat’s eyes on him, his hands tugging at Louis’s hardening cock, tucked away under his desk, Louis’s mind rushed, outlining every way he wanted to use Lestat’s mouth, cock, hole, every last bit of him.
“Until I’m finished,” Louis said flatly, turning back to the computer. “Another just came in. So the less you distract me, the better it bodes for you.”
Lestat rolled his eyes, but took Louis in his mouth anyway. He gave the head wet kisses and sucked lightly at the tip, sending shivers through Louis’s spine. Louis fought it, taking a deep, shaky breath. He tensed and relaxed his fingers over the keyboard as the warm wetness of Lestat’s mouth enveloped him. Words blended together as he tried and failed to focus on the emails in front of him. Lestat settled between his legs, resting his chin on Louis’s thigh, holding Louis’s cock in his mouth. The ticklish dribble of his spit ran down Louis’s thigh.
Finally, Louis adjusted to the sensation. With newfound resolve, he worked his way through the first email. One down, and three had become five, and it became clear this would take more than the handful of minutes he had promised. Still, Louis toiled away at a deliberately human speed. It was all Lestat’s fault, really. His mouth was so lovely and warm. He couldn’t expect Louis not to milk this for as long as he could. With the chime of another email, Lestat bobbed his head, his devilish tongue tracing the underside of Louis’s cock.
“If you make me cum, then I can’t fuck you,” Louis warned.
Lestat groaned against his cock and pulled back. “Those electronic messages will keep you glued to that chair until morning.” He pouted, resting his chin on Louis’s knee. He looked up at Louis through blond eyelashes, blinking slowly.
Louis softened, unable to hide fondness, and cupped his cheek. “You’ve been so well-behaved… How about a reward?”
Lestat’s eyes brightened, perking up like a pup hearing the crinkle of his favorite treat bag.
“Grab a toy from the bedroom. Nothing too big, I still want you nice and tight for me. You can sit on it, remind you why you’re being good for me.”
Lestat crawled up from under the desk. His beautiful mouth was pulled into a smirk. He leaned in close, his hands on the armrests of Louis’s chair. “Aren’t you a merciful one, my saint Louis?” His hot breath brushed against Louis’s skin.
Louis licked into his mouth. One hand grabbed a fistful of Lestat’s hair, his other at his chest. Lestat straddled Louis, grinding his hips against Louis’s hard cock. Electricity pulsed through him like every one of his nerve endings fired all at once. Every molecule in Louis’s body wanted to get lost in the kiss. Fuck teaching Lestat a lesson. But, no. Putting Lestat in his place, knowing he was the only one who could break him down, that’s what he needed.
He tugged at Lestat’s hair, gently this time, and peeled him off his lips. He couldn't help but nibble on his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Behave,” Louis said, sounding more out of breath than he meant to.
“Or what? You’ll punish me?” Lestat tilted his head with mocking defiance. “Tell me how bad I am. I love it when you do.”
The high-octane vibrations of pleasure turned to anger. Tightening his grip on Lestat’s hair, Louis snarled, fangs on full display. “Go, or I’ll make you watch as I jerk off the load I’m gonna put in you.”
Lestat rolled his eyes but obeyed, disappearing into the bedroom.
When he was no longer in Lestat’s sight, Louis let out a long sigh and squeezed his cock, fat and filled with blood. After a moment, he turned back to his computer.
Lestat sauntered back, stripped down to his underwear, only in his favorite black Calvin Klens thong. These were the moments when Louis needed to conceal his fondness for Lestat’s antics, but how could he when he walked the length of the room like it was a catwalk, his hips swaying with each step. Lestat held the dildo up to his lips, giving the round tip a playful bite. He chose a smooth, black dildo, thin and not too long, exactly as Louis had instructed.
“Who said you could change?” Louis asked, reaching to play with the band of Lestat’s thong. He released it with a soft snap against his chiseled hips.
Lestat shrugged. “Thought I’d freshen up. How is your tedious little hobby coming along?”
“A contract came in that I need to review.”
“Of course.” Lestat sighed. “On my knees, under the desk, is it?”
“Let me look at you first. Turn around for me, baby.”
Lestat complied, turning and shaking his hips. Every inch of his body was so perfectly toned and tight with muscle, it was unreal. David come to life, in skin just as white and smooth. If it weren’t for the fuzz of blond hair over his body, Louis would think him made entirely of marble. He nipped at the soft flesh of his ass and kissed over the reddening skin.
“Look at you…” Louis breathed. He plucked the lube from the top drawer and took the dildo from Lestat to coat it. He moved the string of the thong to the side and pressed the round tip of the dildo against his entrance.
Lestat gasped. “Louis…”
“Shhh… I’m going slow. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Yes.” Lestat braced himself with a hand on the desk, bending over so beautifully.
Louis worked the toy carefully to its base, giving it a few twists and thrusts, drawing delicious moans, like music, from Lestat. “That’s it, baby. You’re all set. Get back under the desk,” Louis instructed, giving his ass a playful slap. “And don’t touch yourself.”
With a swift flip of his hair, Lestat turned, gave a sarcastic nod, and knelt slowly in front of Louis. Louis fed Lestat his cock once more before returning to work.
Lestat let out little groans as his hips swayed, seeking friction with the toy. Hard to do, since it wasn’t suctioned to the floor. Lestat was left half-filled, half-sucking cock, just on the edge of pleasure from every end. Tormented. Just as Louis intended.
But as much fun as it was to torture Lestat, Louis was also denied. He could only stand the wet warmth of Lestat’s mouth for so long. He doubled down and did his best to focus on the screen in front of him rather than Lestat’s sinful mouth on him.
After a particularly pitchy moan, Louis leaned back on his chair to inspect the situation. Lestat looked up at him with needy eyes, red with welling tears. His swollen lips shimmered with spit.
“It’s not enough, is it?” Louis asked, a tinge of cruelty in his voice.
Lestat shook his head.
“Come here,” Louis commanded. He pulled Lestat off his cock and onto his feet, easily spinning him around and shoving him forward so he was once more bent over the desk. He tugged at his own hard cock, squeezing at the base to slow down the rush of blood. With his other hand, he worked the toy in and out of Lestat’s hole. “Tell me what you need, baby,” Louis cooed.
Lestat sighed, dropping his weight to his elbows. His back was beautifully arched. “Your cock, mon cher. I’ve been patient enough.”
“You don’t get to decide that, though, do you?” Louis popped the toy out and replaced it with his thumb. “You’re about to be surrounded by all those beautiful dancers and starfuckers in LA. I need to make sure you remember who you belong to.”
Lestat whined. “All of me belongs to you.”
“What would your adoring fans think? Their god, begging?” Louis chuckled and licked a flat stripe over his hole. “Brat. Slut.” He emphasized each word with a slap.
“Je suis! Yes! Oui!” Lestat whined.
Louis rose from his chair, letting his trousers and briefs pool at his ankles, and remained otherwise fully clothed. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock against Lestat’s hole.
“Please, please, please, please,” Lestat breathed.
Finally, Louis pressed into him, snapping his hips to impale him all at once. Lestat moaned loudly and laughed.
“More,” Lestat demanded.
Louis pulled back nearly all the way and again. Snap! The force threw Lestat forward, the desk creaking under the force. Louis fucked into him relentlessly. Hard, fast thrusts drew breathy groans from his Brat Prince. His God. His maker, reduced to pleading moans under him.
Louis’s own vampiric nature took over. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. His face twisted into a snarl as fangs descended. It took all his preternatural strength to shake it off. He couldn’t cum. Not yet. Instead, he reached for Lestat’s hair. He wrapped the length around his fist and pulled. It opened up Lestat’s throat just right for his mewls to fill the room along with the sounds of their flesh slapping against each other.
Heat grew in Louis’s underbelly. Lestat’s hole squeezed around him. Thank the damned gods that cursed them with preternatural powers, that through 300 years of whoring, Lestat’s hole healed back to normal every night.
“See what happens when you behave?” Louis asked, slowing down. “You get to feel good.” He grabbed Lestat’s leg and lifted it onto the desktop, opening him even wider, giving him a beautiful angle so Louis could fuck even deeper into him. “You may have turned me to be your companion, but your body was made for me.”
Lestat had reached that point where he was soft and pliable and ready to take whatever Louis gave him. He let out less a moan and more a soft hum with each breath. His back muscles shifted with every inhale, each perfectly contoured. Louis let go of his hair. Instead, pressed his face into the wood and once more picked up his pace, hammering into him. Lestat babbled and laughed against the desk, drool dripping from his lips.
“Puis-je jouir?” Lestat breathed. “S'il te plaît, Louis.” He looked a mess under Louis’s hand. His blond locks lay tussled in all directions, damp with blood-sweat, and falling into his open mouth.
“Without touching yourself, can you do it?”
Lestat nodded.
“Come for me.”
The words hadn’t fully left his mouth when Lestat was convulsing under him, his balls twisting up as he spurted all over the desk. Louis didn’t slow down, fucking him through it. And, just when he was on the edge of his orgasm, he pulled Lestat up close to his chest. He sank his fangs into his neck. The sweet nectar of his blood, crisp and fresh like a lovely dry vermouth, hit his tongue, taking Louis over the edge. He spilled into Lestat with shaky thrusts, then fell forward over him.
They lay motionless. Their breath moved in sync as they came down from their orgasms.
Louis cut his tongue open with his fang to lick the wound closed.
When he’d caught his breath, he finally extracted himself from his hole. He fell back onto the desk chair with a very pliable Lestat on his lap.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Louis asked, gently brushing Lestat’s hair off his face.
Lestat hummed softly, resting his cheek against Louis’s.
“Here…” He cut his wrist open.
Lestat took it and drank. Louis peppered kisses to Lestat’s cheek and hair and whispered sweet encouragements.
“You’re going to sleep so well on your flight,” Louis said when Lestat finally freed his wrist.
“Mmm, I should cancel the performance. Stay with you.” He cupped Louis’s cheek, melting back against him.
“But your adoring fans need you.” He pressed a tender kiss to Lestat’s shoulder. “And you need them.”
“I need you more.”
“Maybe I can move some things around. Watch you perform?”
Lestat smiled. “You love me.”
“I do.”
Five days later, Louis’s plane lands in LA. He has an all-access badge to attend music’s biggest night.