Louis smiles into that second kiss, hand still gentle as he slips it upwards instead, first to the soft plushness of a nipple over marble-firm skin, then around to span his waist, down to his hip and the curve of bared ass, just the barest caresses. Enjoying the shape of him, his stunning love, but culimating willingly with a hand between his legs.
Finding him hard pulls a groan out of Louis, desire flaring sharply. He likes to do it for himself, when he's restlessly horny, get everything thick and sensitive and available for use — but it's still always a conscious act, as much a part of it all as removing clothes. "Goddamn," he murmurs heavily into Armand's mouth, like he's never held a dick before — and he's smiling, eyes open into another kiss, watchful.
He's been talking a lot about Lestat lately, but right now it's just them in the room, Louis thumbing playfully over the head, snugging Armand's cock into his palm like it belongs there — but still treating Armand like he's breakable, like his body is something to take care with. That's not an always thing, but he's feeling it right now.
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Finding him hard pulls a groan out of Louis, desire flaring sharply. He likes to do it for himself, when he's restlessly horny, get everything thick and sensitive and available for use — but it's still always a conscious act, as much a part of it all as removing clothes. "Goddamn," he murmurs heavily into Armand's mouth, like he's never held a dick before — and he's smiling, eyes open into another kiss, watchful.
He's been talking a lot about Lestat lately, but right now it's just them in the room, Louis thumbing playfully over the head, snugging Armand's cock into his palm like it belongs there — but still treating Armand like he's breakable, like his body is something to take care with. That's not an always thing, but he's feeling it right now.