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[As always it's the fangs that do it. Rowan has somehow gotten a Pavlovian response to being bitten. Though, not just bitten. Bitten by Lestat. His body knows the difference. It's his mate, after all.

He fights against it, but with needing to try to keep his head above the surface and the scattered scraps of control from that gods be damned fucking mouth, the sting of teeth was the last bit to push him over into losing control on his glamour. For a moment only, he shimmered. Like sunlight underwater, lighting it up from beneath.]

Wicked vampire.

[He barely managed to pull it back together, but glancing up at the sky, he knew it was a losing battle. Lestat was driving him mad, and he'd been aching for him for days. His cock was painfully hard, swollen head throbbing his pulse in the back of Lestat's throat as he felt hands around his legs, keeping him there.]

[ the sudden tension in rowan's body has lestat cracking open an eye just in time to witness the sudden blinding light. squinting against it, he pulls his mouth off rowan to admire better. indeed, sunlight underwater. beams of light pierce through the watery depths, illuminating them both in a radial glow. a brilliant moment, then it flickers and fades. ]

Does it feel good, then? My mouth? You were shimmering so prettily for me, love.

[ long fingers wrap around the base of rowan's cock, squeezing and sliding upwards to meet the seal of his lips as he swallows him back down, tongue slipping down along the taut frenulum. only now he can begin to taste the flavour of his skin over the tang of seawater, the heat radiating from the engorged organ. the reaction to his fangs is very much noticed, making him quite sloppy with keeping his teeth from skating across the delicate skin. little nicks of sweet fae blood for his efforts, sucked down in the tight suction of his lips.

the hard throb of rowan's pulse on his tongue has him chasing to milk the man's release from him eagerly, grasping at his hips with his free hand to keep him close.

a mental push of images into rowan's mind to assist him: lestat watching rowan's videos over and over, glancing down to his own thick cock trapped in those black lacy panties. stroking himself to the photos of the forearm veins, the cords in rowan's neck. it's the photo of rowan on his knees coated in pretty streaks of glazed blood that finally has lestat spilling over himself in quiet sighs. evidently he did not withhold himself in preparation for this trip, devil that he is. ]

[Of course he didn't. That would be playing fair, and only Rowan seems to be the one to suffer. But he does it willingly, and as the sting of fangs grazing him grows, so too does the flesh in his mouth. The fact that he can't find stable purchase to fuck into said mouth is slightly irritating, but Lestat's doing such a brilliant job of working his mouth over him- and then there's the images.

He can't answer, because he's too busy greedily drinking in the image seen from the vampire's own eyes of his hand working himself to completion. Knowing it was from him. That grip on his control drops, and light blooms again, as does the orgasm that has his seed spilling thickly from his cock into the greedy vampire's mouth.

Seemed they both couldn't quite get enough of the other. And as much as he knew he should keep his glamour up, the comment about the shine had him leaving it down. He could see the depths underneath them, though they weren't all that far from shore. Still, even this far out, it was a whole different world in the inky black water, and he knew they weren't the only things out there. A kelpie was nearby, and had been for a few months. He was just glad the merpurse hadn't come back up for summer yet.

He floated there, panting out Lestat's name, then reaching down to pull him up, wanting to taste himself and the vampire mingled together.]

Up, wicked devil. Before I exhaust myself and drown. Come kiss me before we head to shallower waters.

[ there was that blinding flash behind his eyes once again, revealing the miniscule veins webbing the backs of lestat's eyelids. in time with the salty sweet taste of rowan's release coating his tongue and throat. lestat opens his eyes a crack to take in the glow of the abdomen before him, the twitching muscles in orgasm. watches the body clench and ripple as he continues to suck him clean of spend, slow and indulgent.

it's only rowan's thoughts on the edge of his mind and the tugs to his hair and shoulders that has him dragging himself away, back up to the surface with a strong kick of his legs. there his eyelashes drip water as he gives rowan an intense look, then closes in to kiss him filthily. licks the cum he's saved on his tongue into rowan's mouth, that viscous salty sweet that makes him groan to taste blended with the other man. perhaps not what rowan had intended, but from the curl tugging at the corners of the vampire's mouth - that was just fine with him.

he parts after a few moments, breath coming a touch hard just from habit alone. ]

Do you like the taste of yourself? [ wicked thing he is, his tongue darts out to lick the corners of his own mouth before thumbing it to be sure. ]

I have been craving that for some time now. I expect more before my stay is up.

[He kept his glamour down, though he wasn't lit quite so brightly without an orgasm. Just a soft glimmer as he held Lestat in close, licking at his own lips before he smiled and nipped at the thumb Lestat used to wipe himself with.]

It's mixed with the taste of you, so I'll give that a yes. You'll have that and more, sweet angel of love. Though, I know there are other parts of me you'd like to taste as well. And I you. That was a naughty trick you pulled at the end.

[He let them drift more towards shore, kissing Lestat again, arm tight around him.]

I'd like to see you touching yourself again later. It's more fun when I can easily jump in and spoil your pleasure by giving it to you myself than having to watch from too far away.

[ a mirroring grin, lingering through the kiss rowan gives him. he can't help but steal another taste of salt from the man's lips, rumbling his approval. his arms lift to curl around rowan's shoulders, to press the two of them together the best they can whilst staying afloat, relishing in the occasion brush of chest to chest contact from the other man. ]

You wish to see more of how I pleasure myself, mm? Perhaps if you let me lick along those delicious veins of yours. You have been quite naughty in return.

[ soft sand brushes lestat's swishing feet as they drift closer to the shore. as soon as he is able to stand, he reaches down to hoist rowan's legs around his waist, arm under his ass to support him. a nuzzle to his golden collarbone, a lick to the droplets of seawater beaded there. ]

You are beautiful, cher. My own personal sun.

[ even with the dimmer glow, rowan illuminates the ocean around them. lestat's skin is bathed in that warmth, his eyes a clear aquamarine as he gazes up at the man he carried like he were something precious, more fragile than he was. a little piece of divinity held in the circle of his arms, watching him with such clear adoration.

lestat kisses his jaw with reverence, nose brushing against the short bristles there gleaming with seawater. a quiet little moment of appreciation for him, adoration humming through the mark that connected them. ]

I like watching those hands doing almost anything, but there's a certain thrill in watching you touch yourself. More so in person, because it means that I can join in and not be subjected to the sweet torture of just watching.

[He felt the sand for the briefest moment before Lestat hoisted him up. He was smiling as he wound his legs around the vampire easily, knew that Lestat felt as little of a burden in carrying him as he would in carrying the blond. Then he was adored, and whatever small wounds had been sliced into him over their separation over the actions of others was soothed. Kissed away as effectively as anything a magical touch could heal.

He slid his arms around Lestat's shoulders, letting warmth spread so he could fix the wet tangle of Lestat's hair into the blond curls that he loved to play his fingers through. It was impossible to look into those eyes and not see love. To not feel loved. The echo through the bond wasn't necessary to share that, but it just added to the feeling that was ricocheting between them.]

Then that makes you my moon. My glorious, pale presence that hides me from the world because of its eclipsing beauty.

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