An Evening Untitled
Title: An Evening Untitled
Author: hf_pocus
Fandom:Chro
Pairing: Louis/ Lestat
Rating: R - 18 and up
Warning: M/M relations, M/M sex, blood, sexual
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Louis or Lestat. This was for fun and love of the characters. I make no profit. J
I lay on the bed, flat on my stomach, my arms tucked tightly under the pillow, hugging it slightly as it cushions my head. I can feel the weight of his body on the edge of the mattress his knee lightly pressed against my thigh. He has pulled the sheet loosely down around my hips, the white linen resting on the rounded mound of my derriere. Languorously I drift to the low melodious sound of his humming, absorbed within the sensation his long slender fingers make as they paint jagged lines, misshapen circles and perhaps even a word or two upon my back, his chosen canvas for the evening.
"Guess that one." His voice melodiously low and soft.
"Um..." Gently I bite my lower lip as my mind tries to retrace the lines his fingertips left upon my flesh.. “Mmmm…?”
"Here I will do it again."
Once more he begins to hum, patiently moving his finger in a somewhat curved line, dragging it crookedly down ward, the very tip of his finger swirling into a soft circular motion, then drawing it slowly upward to connect to the imaginary dot where he first began. I laugh to myself for I have no idea, no idea what the image could be at all but knowing him the way I do, the first thought that pops into my mind, is the very question escaping my lips.
“Are you drawing dirty pictures on my back Lestat de Lioncourt?" I softly chortle pretending as if I am shocked all the while trying to hide my smile in the soft contours of the pillow.
“Louis, I am surprised at you.” He purrs, his breath hot against my ear. Gently he brushes his lips against the delicate spot just behind my ear, kissing it lightly as he breathes in deep gathering my scent before he leans back.
“Surprised? ” I turn to face him, no longer hiding my smile as I roll lazily onto my back. “If I know you at all - I would say you are hinting - in your discreet manner of course - of what you would like me, you or us to be doing.”
Gently my hand falls on his then slowly glides up his arm, lightly coming to rest on his shoulder. His slate blue eyes gaze inquisitively at me as an iniquitous grin curls at the corners of his mouth. “ Ah Louis I fear you do know me - all too well.”
“Ah Lestat…“ The aroma of his skin, waifs around me, awakening and tantalizing my senses My smile is tender, my voice fades into a whisper while my hand slides behind his neck encouraging him closer to me. “I fear I do too.”
His blond curls fall soft, like golden silk, upon my skin as he leans down, his moist lips only inches from mine “Well then, dear Louis, allow me to put your fear at ease.” he purrs again.
Firmly he presses his mouth to mine our tongues sliding together in a rush of heated urgency. My fingers entwine through each golden ringlet, his head gently cradled in my hands as he teasingly explores my mouth. My breath catches quick in the back of my throat as I feel the flesh of his tongue press against the sharpened edges of my teeth. Immediately his velvet blood begins to fill my mouth, a deliciously crimson heat burning decadently though out my body, seeping luxuriously into my veins. Slowly he releases his mouth from mine and I reluctantly let my fingers fall free from his curls as his fevered lips brush against my chin, his breath hot on the hollow of my throat. He chuckles low and seductive as he sits back gazing down at me.
I close my eyes, breathless, and wait for that moment, that moment he leans in quick, piercing through the flesh of my throat, my blood flowing into him mounting me into devoted ecstasy but - it doesn’t come.
Instead I feel that electric spark dancing underneath my skin and over each muscular curve of my chest as his fingers trail down my abdomen, scratching light enough to raise small trickles of blood, the moist sensation of his wet tongue lapping greedily but tender at the lesions he has created, enticing my heart to race furiously and my breath to quicken. I can not escape the pleasure no do I want to. I only want more, more of him.. his body against mine, his teeth deep in my flesh, our hearts pounding into a fury of climatic bliss.
Languidly I let my eyes flutter open only to see his once again, intently gazing upon me, his hand resting now on my thigh. He smiles, his eyes locked to mine as he nails scratch deep into my thigh, his mouth quickly clamping over the warm flowing blood. His fingers wrap around my stiffened shaft as he drinks, slowly stroking me The moans come fervent, my body trembling in delight at his command, lost to the warmth of his mouth and the fire of his touch. He draws the blood from me leisurely, my eyes, blissfully on him as his fingers slide under his lips and against the fresh wound , wetting the tips of his fingers with my blood. I grin, knowing what he intends to do
My eyes once again flutter and close as I feel the sweet agony of his fingers enter me, first one then two in and out until I am moist to his satisfaction. He teases my firm cock with the heat of his breath, breathing heavy, licking the salty wetness and kissing the tip of the head slowly before his body crawls above me. I ache to feel the weight of him against me and quickly draw my knees up, allowing him to lay his body between my thighs. His stone flesh is ablaze with desire, and I can no longer hold back the loud moans as the wet tip of his cock presses against my ass. Gently he begins, slowly entering, his hard thickness spreading me easily My nails dig into his flesh as I grip him by the hips. pulling him to me, my hips rocking into a steady rhythm.
“Louis” he moans closing his grey blue eyes as the waves of pleasure rush through him. . His arms are braced, locked at the elbows as he holds his weight above me slightly trembling as he comes close to release.
I drag my nails along his flesh as I slide my hands up his back, pulling him completely down upon me.
“Louis.” he whispers as he lightly falls against me, his breath torrid against my throat. My hips rock against him, the waves crashing , pushing us to that pinnacle place of pleasure, that place of blinding white desire.
“Lestat,” I groan. “Take me - completely.” I feel his laugh , soft and low, against my flesh.
“I intend to, my love.”
He penetrates, the sharp sting of his fangs sinking deep into my flesh, sends me over the edge. I cling to him as the colors swirl and blend, exploding into blinding white light as he thrust deeper into me, my blood filling his veins, my body quaking into orgasmic bliss beneath him. His moans are heavy and fevered as his body shutters, the warmth of his climatic release filling me, leaving him breathless, quivering, spent, his body falling exhausted and silent next to mine
“Lestat?” I whisper .
He only can manage to mumble my name. I smile, stroking his golden hair back from his face, kissing him lightly on his cheek. I listen for the rapid beat of his heart to fall into a soft measured tempo, the subtle rise of his chest against my body as his breathing slows and he drifts into peaceful slumber. Soon I am to follow, my eyes growing heavy as I watch my finger trace small circles on the flesh of his forearm that lays indolently upon my chest.
~ ~ Short and sweet and now out of my head. J