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[medicalling]

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[medicalling]

[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.

[lyceius]

[ 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. ]

[medicalling]

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.