Rowan O'Cleary (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
medicalling) wrote2025-04-01 04:57 am
medicalling) wrote2025-04-01 04:57 amOpen Post
Open post for PSLs, meme carry over, etc.
medicalling) wrote2025-04-01 04:57 am
Open post for PSLs, meme carry over, etc.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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[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.