Let The Fireworks Begin...
Title: Let the Fireworks Begin…
Author: hf_pocus
Pairing:L/L
Rating: 18 and up
Disclaimer: I don't own them, make no profit and done just for fun. :)
The distant flash of heat lightning illuminates the night sky briefly drowning out all the vibrant colored sparks that are now swooping back to the ground, the descending lines and rounded form they are taking reminds me slightly of a willow tree. Lestat’s touch is light upon my back; his gentle caress sends a soft electric current traveling straight through the material of my shirt to my skin.
In quick moments I glance at his eyes, enchanted much more with the wonderment they possess as they watch each colored explosion, blue to red, orange to yellow, red to orange, his mouth soft and moist innocently begging to be kissed. I see him differently in these moments, glimpses others never see or read. Softly I kiss his cheek, his attention drawn from the fireworks to me, an approving smile spreading upon his lips.
“And what was that for?” he asks his arm now sliding around my waist.
“Just felt like it.” I answer, with a shrug, pressing closer to him.
“Ah…I see. “ The colors flash above and dance, once again, in Lestat's grey/blue eyes.
‘Better be careful, dear Louis, kisses may lead to other things.”
“Perhaps.” I nod and quickly peck his cheek again letting the heat of my breath linger on his skin before I pull away and turn my gaze back to the fireworks coloring the night sky.
I feel both his arms envelope me now, his breath against my ear
“Perhaps that is what you want…?” he purrs, his breath hot as it makes a heated trail to my throat. I feel the weakness come over me as his lips press against my flesh, his teeth teasingly scrapping, the rise in my pants instant and his hand wastes no time finding swift entrance and taking a firm but tender grip.
“See what you started.” He growls softly into my ear. Slowly he strokes as he takes small nips, soft moans escape me, as my hips begin to rock into his gentle rhythm.
“You mean what you started, Lestat…” I breathe the words heavily as another burst of color lights the sky.
“No Louis…what you started and I …will finish.”
I feel the sudden penetration as the sparks fall burning out before they hit the ground. The fire builds within me as I drift into his strokes and the pull of his decadent kiss. As he drinks his grip becomes firmer, his strokes more fevered, and I feel as if I will loose control right there, when he swiftly pulls from me, sliding his hand from my pants, releasing his mouth from my throat. Instantly my swollen cock throbs, the vein in my neck aching for the heat of his kiss.
“Ah…but not here.” He whispers kissing me softly and I have all I can do to fight the urge of pinning him against the ground, stripping him bare and freeing myself from this sweet agony ….
Another burst of color, green and red, blue and orange, fills the sky as Lestat takes my hand and guides me to where any form of fireworks - will be our own.…
Happy Fourth of July…;)