It's one of the oldest rituals, the deepest mysteries, used to bond vampires together. The exchange of blood, life into death pumped by the vampire heart, sharing one's essence, the core of their being, a baring of throat to another's teeth the ultimate vulnerability and submission. Armand glories in it, grateful, letting himself go into the cycle of blood from throat to heart to throat to heart, stretching back beyond the mortal who died to give Louis this blood, beyond himself and Louis, to the throats and hearts of their makers, of their makers' makers, all the way back into the darkest ages.
He arcs up into Louis' arms, half undressed and hard against Louis' thigh, drinking deep. Then, before he can take too much, he pulls back with a physical wrench. Licks his teeth and his lips and gazes, full of adoration, at Louis. Without speaking, he lifts his hand, offering his wrist towards his companion. Eyes shining with the renewal of their connection.
"Take from me, my love. And then you can take me. Everything I have. Everything I am."
Louis got hard at some point getting sucked, and his fangs are already dropped: even in the throes of pleasure he's made his body ready to take more. He's smiling heady when Armand pulls back, kisses him deeply.
Gimme a sec. Because he's greedy, Louis, wants all his pleasures at once. He sheds his sleepwear, careful not to tear anything, and pulls Armand in by the hips.
"I love you," he says — it's still rare he says it first, always finds it contrived outside of these moments. Dips his head and kisses Armand's collarbone, the rise of his chest, licks a hot tongue there. Still lingering in foreplay even now - he really is in a mood. Though there's nothing sweet and slow in the way he takes Armand and flips him, ruts up on his ass. Smothers him with his body, kissing at his neck, behind his ear. Nothing else matters, no-one else matters except Armand, and the feeling of sinking into him.
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He arcs up into Louis' arms, half undressed and hard against Louis' thigh, drinking deep. Then, before he can take too much, he pulls back with a physical wrench. Licks his teeth and his lips and gazes, full of adoration, at Louis. Without speaking, he lifts his hand, offering his wrist towards his companion. Eyes shining with the renewal of their connection.
"Take from me, my love. And then you can take me. Everything I have. Everything I am."
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Gimme a sec. Because he's greedy, Louis, wants all his pleasures at once. He sheds his sleepwear, careful not to tear anything, and pulls Armand in by the hips.
"I love you," he says — it's still rare he says it first, always finds it contrived outside of these moments. Dips his head and kisses Armand's collarbone, the rise of his chest, licks a hot tongue there. Still lingering in foreplay even now - he really is in a mood. Though there's nothing sweet and slow in the way he takes Armand and flips him, ruts up on his ass. Smothers him with his body, kissing at his neck, behind his ear. Nothing else matters, no-one else matters except Armand, and the feeling of sinking into him.