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Lestat's glazed eyes stare at him with a glint that Louis had almost forgotten. He looked tired, yet he refused to take his eyes off Louis.
"May I?" Louis whispered so softly that it sounded as if he was afraid of scaring him.
Lestat nodded, blinking, his eyes still on Louis. Then Louis began to take off his clothes calmly and carefully, Lestat took a deep breath when Louis' hands touched him, the bathroom was freezing, he shivered slightly when the cold air hit his skin. The bathtub was already filled with warm water, which Louis had prepared before calling Lestat to join him.
When Louis' hands finally touched his skin, Lestat swallowed, and a fragile breath escaped his lips. In response, Louis gave him a gentle smile with the corner of his lip. "Is this all right?" he asked, his hands on his waist, hesitating to remove the rest of the clothes that remained on Lestat's body.
"Yes." Lestat nodded again, biting his lower lip. God, he was so nervous, it was clear, and Louis hesitated for a moment.
"Are you all right?" Louis had to ask again, looking at him through his eyelashes, with the same eyes that Lestat had always loved, the eyes that Lestat kept dreaming of, the same eyes that Lestat had waited years to see again.
Lestat tried to smile, but almost ended up crying. "I just—" he paused, trying to pull himself together. "I can't believe that... you're here. That I'm here. " he mumbled, looking away. "I'm sorry, that sounds—"
"It's all right," Louis interrupted him gently. "I'm here, Lestat. With you. And you're here, with me." Lestat's name rolled off his tongue so softly that a warm sensation deepened in Lestat's stomach. God, he thought he would never hear Louis say his name again in a way that wasn't filled with bitterness and sadness.
The older vampire bit his lower lip harder, taking another deep breath. "Okay." he whispered. "You're here. " he repeated again, just to be sure, because he felt he needed to.
"I'm here. " Louis reinforced with a soft smile, but something in his eyes seemed sad.
(. . .)
Louis' hands touched his hair with such care that Lestat could cry again. He had his eyes closed, his back pressed against Louis' chest, both of them in the bathtub, the younger vampire's fingers sliding across his scalp, applying the shampoo, everything seemed to disappear for a moment. There were only Louis' gentle hands, only the touches of the one Lestat had always loved and would always love, his soft breathing consuming the comfortable silence of the place.
Lestat let out a deep, contented sound from deep in his throat, causing Louis to laugh quietly. "Is that good?"
"Yes." Lestat exhaled, resting his head in Louis' gentle hands. His Louis. He thought he'd never feel those hands again, he thought he'd never feel the warmth of Louis' body against his, he thought he'd never be able to simply be close to Louis, to look at him, to listen to his heartbeat, or simply be there, with him.
Louis took a deep breath, and finally something felt right. There used to be something in the back of his mind that constantly screamed that something wasn't right, he knows he can't trust it anymore, his mind, his memories, he doesn't know how long he hasn't been able to, but he'll deal with it, he'll be fine, he knows who he is now.
"Louis?" Lestat's softly quiet voice reaches his ears and he feels himself coming back to the present. No more living in the past. He has freed himself now. He's given himself that.
"Yeah?" Louis asks quietly, sliding his fingers through Lestat's hair.
"No, it was nothing. " he mumbled. "I just wanted to hear your voice again. "
Louis sighed with a soft smile. And then he began to speak. Lestat listened the whole time.
(. . .)
Lestat's body against his in the coffin was like a distant memory, but now so close. For a second, he was afraid of feeling those rocks again, suffocating him, killing him slowly and painfully, but no. It was only Lestat this time. He pressed his face against Lestat's shoulder and took a deep breath, wrapping his arm around him. The sound of their breathing filled the space, and every time he moved restlessly, Lestat's hand on his waist brought him back to him. Every time his breathing became too slow, when he was unconsciously holding his breath, Lestat moved closer to him, holding him, comforting him, and he could swear he was home again.
"I'm here. It's just me. You're okay. "Lestat whispered to him, softly, patiently, Louis inhaled against his neck, taking a deep breath. Yes, it felt right. He buried his face in Lestat's neck, clinging to his body, and at that moment he never wanted to let go again.
"Don't let me go this time. " Louis asked quietly, against his neck.
"Never again, mon coeur. " he answered, and his voice carried truth.
(. . .)
It took a while for Lestat to be the one to start the touches. It was visible that he was trying to be careful around Louis, but after a while, he began to approach Louis while he was reading some book, and he would lay his head on his shoulder, sliding an arm behind Louis, wrapping it around his waist. The touches were gentle, careful, but full of love, it was as if he needed it, just to make sure Louis was still there.
"Hey, come here. " Louis gestured to his lap, putting the book aside. Lestat was paralyzed for a second. "Would you like me to stroke your hair?" Louis suggested, with a fond smile.
"Yes, please. " Lestat said with such urgency that he almost choked on his own saliva, and then laid his head on Louis' lap.
He lay on his side on the sofa, and closed his eyes with a soft smile on his face when Louis' hand touched his head, sliding his fingers through the strands of Lestat's hair. He was silent, breathing softly, and this was home. Louis was his home.
(. . .)
Arms wrapped around his waist as Louis took two blood bags from one of the fridges and put them in two glasses. Lestat pressed his chin against Louis' shoulder, hugging him from behind. Lestat exhaled comfortably and closed his eyes.
"Everything all right?" Louis asked, with a smile at the corner of his lips.
"Yes. Could you lie down with me for a while longer?" he asked.
"Sure." Louis turned around, gently pushing Lestat's arms away. Then he took Lestat's face carefully in his hands and kissed his cheek, then his nose, his forehead, until he found his lips.
Lestat remained still for long seconds. It was the first time they had kissed since they had come back together. His brain switched off for an eternity, and when Louis pulled away, with a loving smile on his lips, Lestat stared at him, then at Louis' lips, and then he pressed his lips against Louis' with even more need and urgency. He put one hand on his waist and the other on the back of Louis' head, pressing him close against his body, Lestat's arms pulled Louis into his embrace, their tongues danced together, Louis exhaled against his lips, putting his arms around his shoulders. Louis was pressed against the sink behind him, Lestat's hips against his, pressing, he sounded desperate, he sounded needy, holding onto Louis as if his life depended on it.
He almost refused to separate, but they needed to breathe. Lestat pressed his forehead against Louis', gasping for breath with his eyes closed.
"Can I say I love you, Louis?" he asked hesitantly, out of breath.
Louis laughed softly, his lips red and swollen. "I love you, Lestat. "
Silence. Lestat pulled back to look at him. There were tears in his eyes and Louis frowned, assuming that this wasn't the right thing for him to have said. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but Lestat's lips were against his again.
"I love you. " he said between kisses. "I love you so much. " Lestat repeated, sliding his tongue between Louis' lips. "I love you, Louis."
Lestat gasped against his lips, holding him close, "Je t’aime de tout mon coeur. "
(. . .)
Lestat's hands touch his body like muscle memory, Louis is on his back on the new bed he and Lestat have chosen, and Lestat is on top of him, touching him so gently that it's as if he's afraid of putting too much pressure on Louis. In return, Louis scratches his back lightly, sliding his nails over his skin, Lestat leans against him and kisses his neck. "Would you let me take care of you, mon chéri?"
There is no hesitation in Louis' mind. "Yes." he whispers, and Lestat bends down and kisses his jaw, the corner of his mouth, until finally he kisses him with something that has always been and always will be love, Louis wraps his arms around his shoulders, sighing against the older vampire's lips.
They take all the time in the world, especially Lestat, who kisses every inch of Louis' body, his shoulders, his collarbones, his chest, his abdomen, his hips, he appreciates every part of his body, praising him, letting him know that he is loved, that he has always been loved. It's not a secret, it never has been, but Louis has always had trouble seeing it, he doesn't know the effect he has on Lestat, he doesn't know how his smile makes Lestat's heart race and his chest burn with love, he doesn't know that everything about him leaves Lestat breathless, a cruel creature who has lost himself to love, the rawest and purest form of love.
Lestat wants to touch every part of his body, he holds his thin waist in his hands, Louis' soft skin against his hand is like heaven. He slides his tongue over Louis' nipples, causing the younger vampire beneath him to arch his back, biting his lips. "Just let me—" Lestat whispers, biting his hipbone. Louis lets out a fragile sound, grabbing the sheets. "Will you let me make you feel good? Will you let me do this for you, Mon Cher? Please? " he asks again, sounding so needy that Louis reaches out a hand, stroking his hair.
"Yes, Lestat. " Louis whispers again.
Lestat nods, kissing the same place he had gently bitten, breathing deeply, his pupils dilated, the flush on his cheeks consuming his ears, he climbs Louis' body again, taking a nipple between his teeth, saliva dripping down Louis' chest, he nibbles, licks, sucks, then moves his mouth to the other nipple, Louis moaning quietly all the while beneath him, his hips moving unconsciously against Lestat.
"Do you want me to make you come, Chéri?" Lestat whispers against his skin, kissing his throat.
Louis bites his lower lip. "Yeah, I'd like that. " he mumbles, looking at him through his eyelashes.
"I want to make you feel so good, Louis." Lestat exhales against his neck, moving down his body, distributing kisses all over his torso. "Can you spread your legs for me, mon Cher?" he asks.
Louis spreads his legs, licking his lips in anticipation. Lestat's own lips are against the inside of his thighs, kissing, he grabs his thighs, pressing his fangs lightly against his skin, and then he bites, but not enough to draw blood, he does the same thing with his other thigh, touching and touching, loving every inch of his skin, and God, Louis feels like he could cry, every touch from Lestat is full of so much love that he feels emotional, for a second he has to close his eyes to stop the tears. He loves Lestat so much. So fucking much.
When Lestat finally touches his cock, the sound that escapes Louis' lips is embarrassing, but it makes Lestat smile, satisfied. They haven't been doing it that long, but Louis' body burns, he's boiling, his blood burning in his veins, he could even offer his heart in his hands to Lestat, but Lestat already has it. It has always belonged to Lestat from the beginning. And from the end.
His thoughts are interrupted by Lestat's mouth on his cock. He arches up on the bed, fuck, that's what Lestat does, making him sensitive, every touch is so powerful, consuming him in all the right ways, it's always been that, and it's so good to know that it's still there, that he's still Lestat's. He could never stop being Lestat's. He could never stop being his. That's what they are. They are each other's.
Lestat's tongue slides all over his length, and Louis moans again, gripping the sheets, his nails tearing them in the process. "Is that all right, mon coeur?"
"Yeah." Louis whispers, swallowing. "Go on, please. "
"Oui, mon amour. You can have it all, you deserve it all." Lestat bites his thigh again, and then Louis' cock is in his mouth, his head moves up and down, swallowing every inch of Louis, saliva drips down his chin, Louis grunts, his thighs trembling around Lestat's head.
His toes curl, he presses the back of his head against the pillow, lips open in a silent moan, his stomach burns, his legs feel like jelly, Lestat's mouth around him is hot and wet, Lestat is taking his cock into his mouth as if he needs it as much as Louis, his nose pressing into Louis' pubic hair, his throat swallowing around his cock, for a second Louis is afraid of coming too fast and his thighs press against the sides of Lestat's head, he looks between his legs, panting. "Lestat—" he moans, arching his back as Lestat moans around his cock.
He stretches his arms up, gripping the pillows as his legs begin to tingle, a warm sensation forming in his lower abdomen, Lestat's hands grab his thighs and spread his knees apart, sucking him with even more conviction, knowing he's close.
Louis' hands let go of the pillows and grab the sheets again, Lestat looks at him through his eyelashes, between his legs, he stretches out an arm and grabs Louis' hand, placing it on top of his own head, encouraging him to fuck his mouth. Louis stares back at him, gasping through his mouth, his whole body shivering, the younger vampire strokes his hair before moving his hips against his mouth, keeping his head still in place. Lestat relaxes his jaw and caresses Louis' thighs as he begins to fuck Lestat's mouth, biting his lower lip.
The tip of Louis' cock hits the back of his throat with each thrust, Lestat closes his eyes, saliva dripping from the corner of his lips, and he moans, Lestat always loved how Louis's cock always made him choke, Louis's desperate moans echoed in his ears, he opened his eyes, looking at him through his tears, and God, Louis looked beautiful, sweat dripping down his neck, face red, lips red and even more swollen from being bitten so much and fuck, Lestat wanted to be the next one to bite those lips.
Louis grunted, his fingers gripping Lestat's hair as he came closer and closer. "Fuck, Lestat, m'gonna—" and his eyes rolled back in his skull, his thighs trembling around Lestat's head, he pulled his hands away from Lestat's head and dug his nails into the sheets again.
Lestat swallowed his cum with pleasure, licking up every last drop, then he pulled his mouth away from Louis' cock and licked his lips. Louis was boneless on the bed, spasms running through his limbs, the orgasm making him tremble until he bit his own lip hard enough to feel the blood on his tongue. He felt the weight of Lestat's body on top of him and then his lips against his, licking the blood from his lips and tongue, Louis moaned, sensitive against him, gripping his shoulders, until he felt Lestat's fangs against his lower lip and blood flooded their mouths, Louis let out a sound of pain and pleasure at the same time, sliding his nails down Lestat's back.
Lestat licked every drop of blood from his lips. "Mon Cher." he whispered. "Louis, Louis—" he was breathless against Louis' red lips. "I love you, Louis. " he said again, his cock hard against Louis' cock in his abdomen. "I've missed you so much, mon coeur, so much. Every day without you was a day consumed by nothing. It was fucking empty, I hated it, I hated every part of it, I couldn't do it anymore—"
Louis' gentle hands caressed his face, kissing his lips carefully. "I'm here now, Lestat. " he whispered. "Look at me."
And Lestat looked at him. And he saw everything there was to see. "I'm yours, Louis. My heart and soul are yours, even if I don't have one anymore - it's yours. It belongs to you."
"And I'm yours, Lestat. " Louis wipes away a tear of blood running down his cheek, smiling softly at him. "I always have been."
Lestat looks at him. He blinks. Another tear trickles down. "I'm sorry, Louis. " he whispers. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. "
Louis takes him in his arms, stroking his hair as he whispers apologies over and over. He kisses his forehead. "I know." he whispers again and again. "It's okay. It's all right now. You're okay. Everything's going to be all right."
(. . .)
Lestat's eyes don't leave him for a second. He's lying on his back, a few days later, where they both decided they were ready to try again, and go further this time. He doesn't even blink, as if he's afraid of letting Louis out of his sight. He's taking deep breaths, visibly trying to control his own breathing. Louis' thighs against either side of Lestat's hips, he settles into Lestat's lap for a second before stretching a hand behind himself.
"Louis." Lestat whispers. His pupils are dilated again.
"Is everything all right?" Louis asks, as he stops moving on top of him.
"Yes." he replies. "You're beautiful. I love you."
Louis smiles, resting a hand on Lestat's chest. "Thank you, Lestat. " he whispers. "I also find you very attractive and I love you too. " is all he manages to say at that moment because well, he's about to fuck himself on his own fingers. It's always been a bit embarrassing to say these things out loud. Especially to Lestat. Some things really don't change.
He presses one of his lubed fingers inside himself, sighing through his nose as he does so. When he looks at Lestat again, the vampire beneath him is staring at him with such intensity that it seems as if he's holding back from devouring him. Louis smiles at him and presses another finger inside. He closes his eyes and moans quietly, a smile remaining on his face. One of Lestat's hands grabs his hip.
He can feel how hard Lestat is underneath him. It's fucking exciting, he feels euphoric, lust coursing through his veins, Lestat's hands caress his thighs, he moves his fingers out, only to press them harder in. The angle makes his shoulder burn, he tries to stretch his arm back, trying to shove his fingers even deeper inside himself. He lets out a frustrated grunt when he can't find that sensitive spot inside himself.
"Mon Cher?" Lestat whispers, and something in his voice sounds more intense.
"Mm?" Louis murmurs, still with his eyes closed, trying to rest his free hand on Lestat's shoulder.
When Lestat falls silent, Louis opens his eyes and looks at him. There's something in his eyes that can only be hunger and it's totally directed at Louis. His blood boiling, he tries to stop himself from smiling, raising his eyebrows. "What's wrong? " he asks.
"Can I—" he pauses, taking a deep breath. "Can I help you? Please? "
Louis frowns, considering. "Do you want to stick those big fingers of yours inside me?" he whispers, biting his lower lip.
The sound that escapes from Lestat's throat sounds very much like a growl. "Please, please, Louis—" he begs and begs. "Please, just let me – I can make you feel so good, please?" it's as if he's stopped trying to control himself. "Just let me, I promise, okay? Yeah? Please? "
Louis pulls his fingers out of himself, and strokes his face with his other hand. "Okay." he nods, smiling softly. "All right, okay. "
It's enough for Lestat, because he's sitting on the bed with Louis on his lap, an arm around his waist to keep him there. He stretches out his free arm to reach for the lube on the table beside the bed. Louis holds onto his shoulders to keep from falling backwards onto the bed while Lestat puts the lube on his own fingers.
Lestat puts the lube aside on the bed. "May I, chéri?" One of his hands grabs Louis' ass.
"Yes, Lestat. " Louis whispers in his ear, holding onto him.
In a few seconds, two fingers are inside him. Louis moans against his ear, yes, Lestat's fingers are bigger, filling him right this time, fuck, how he missed that. Lestat presses an arm around his waist to hold him in place as his fingers go even deeper inside him. Louis presses his teeth against Lestat's shoulder, trying to keep quiet. In response, Lestat is fucking him with his fingers in a matter of seconds. It doesn't take many thrusts for Lestat's fingers to reach that sensitive place inside Louis. Louis' hard cock is trapped between their abs, leaking.
Lestat moves his wrist, his fingers stretching him, the older vampire licks the curve of his neck, with one hand in the middle of his back, pulling him closer, he sighs through his mouth against Louis' shoulder, he wants to fuck him, to feel how tight Louis still is around his cock, he wants to make Louis moan as loud as possible, to hear his name coming from those sinful lips, to see him tremble with every thrust deep inside him, to feel his thighs pressing against his hips when he's close, to grab his pretty waist to fuck him even deeper, he fucking needs it, Lestat can feel himself literally drooling just thinking about it.
"Mon coeur." Lestat groans in need. "Can you take one more?"
"Yeah." The moan that follows is enough to make Lestat grunt back.
A third finger presses inside and Louis bites his shoulder. "Fuck, Louis—"
"Sorry." Louis grumbles, pulling his teeth away from his shoulder quickly, panting.
"It's okay, mon Cher." Lestat smiles, moving the three fingers slowly in and out. "You can bite me all you want, please do. "
"Mm." Louis groans, eyes closed tightly. "I think I need you to fuck me. " he says breathlessly.
"Oh, really?" Lestat held back a growl.
"Yeah, come on. " he tried to push Lestat onto his back. "I want to ride your cock."
It didn't even take two seconds for Lestat to lie on his back on the bed, with Louis on top of him. Louis reached down and picked up the lube from the bed, stretching out an arm to lube Lestat's cock. The older vampire followed his every move with his eyes, totally mesmerized. When he felt he was ready, Louis took a deep breath and positioned Lestat's cock against his hole, until he felt it pressing against him and finally inside him.
He lay still for long seconds, resting his hands on Lestat's chest, trying to concentrate on relaxing. He wasn't even halfway in yet, but he felt breathless, his arms burning from the effort of leaning his hands on Lestat. He moved his hips and Lestat's cock slid in a little further, making them both moan at the same time, Lestat's hands gripped his hips and he tried not to thrust inside Louis, he was so warm and wet around him, squeezing his cock without pause, Lestat grunted, breathing deeply through his nose.
"Fuck." Lestat licked his lips. "So tight, Louis, so fucking tight. "
Louis arched his back and slid every inch of Lestat inside him. Lestat's nails pressed against his waist hard enough for blood to drip from his hips. He stayed still in place, trying not to take his cock in all the way, fearful of feeling too deep in his stomach. He took a breath and bit his lip. "Lestat." Louis whispered. "It's so fucking deep. " the younger vampire almost whimpered.
"Yeah?" Lestat smiled, panting, stroking his trembling thighs. "Do you feel good, mon amour? Can you feel my cock deep inside you?"
"I can't fucking breathe," he grunted, his arms shaking.
"Do you want me to help you? "Lestat propped himself up on his elbows. "Do you need help to feel good? I can do it, I can make you feel so good, I promise, you just have to let me - please. I'll do anything." Needy, desperate, consumed by desire and hunger, that's what Lestat was now. He wanted Louis, he wanted everything from Louis, he needed it.
"No, I want to ride you first, just - give me a second. " he exhaled deeply.
Lestat almost whimpered. "Okay - yes, mon cher. Yes. Will you let me make you feel good afterwards — Mm?"
"You already make me feel so good, Lestat. " he leaned over Lestat, kissing his jaw. "Filling me up so good, aren't you? You're so good for me."
"Yes, yes—" he moved his hips unconsciously, lifting up a little to kiss Louis. "I love you so much, Louis, I need you. I always need you, I always want you. "
"I love you, Lestat. " Louis moans against his lips, moving his hips. "I want you to stay. With me — Yeah? Can you stay with me? Do you want to?"
"Yes. Yes, yes forever, I'm not going anywhere, ever, ever." Lestat moves his hips up, thrusting deep inside Louis. "Forever, Louis, okay? "
"Okay, y-yeah—" Louis whimpered, his thighs trembling, he arched his back and threw his head back, moaning loudly, Lestat's cock filling him completely, his stomach burning. "Oh God, Lestat - I need you –" he gasped, his whole body was on fire, he needed Lestat to fuck him so hard.
"Yeah?" Lestat grunted, moving up to wrap his arms around Louis' waist. "What do you need, chéri? Anything for you. "
"Fuck me, please. " he moaned.
Then Louis was lying on his back on the bed in less than a second, Lestat pushed his thighs apart, got between his thighs and buried his cock deep inside him, grabbing his waist to fuck him more precisely. Louis saw stars. He may have seen the whole galaxy.
His mouth fell open in a silent moan, but it became the loudest moan of his life. Lestat's thrusts inside him were hard, as if he wanted to become one, the bed moving with every movement inside him. It was intense, and Louis almost couldn't breathe for a second, Lestat's hands didn't leave his hips, pulling him back onto his cock, as if he didn't want to let Louis get away - which was a bit ironic, because Louis didn't want to go anywhere - Lestat leaned down and kissed his neck, biting gently afterwards, with another thrust he bit his shoulder, Louis grunted, scratching his back in return, and Lestat moaned against his shoulder.
The teeth in his shoulder disappeared, replaced only by Lestat's lips, licking the blood. He pulled away and grabbed the back of Louis' knee, putting his ankle on his shoulder, the angle changed, Lestat's cock going even deeper inside him and Louis actually whimpered this time. "Are you feeling good, Louis?" He asked, totally out of breath, pupils as dilated as before. "Tell me how you want to cum. Do you want me to touch you, or is my cock deep inside you enough, mon coeur?"
Louis didn't have a coherent sentence in his brain at the moment. He groaned with another thrust into the same sensitive spot that was being stimulated without pause at that moment. "Lestat—" the name came out mixed with a moan.
"Yes, my Louis?" Lestat smiled at him, his fangs sharp and his eyes bright. "Tell me."
"Touch me, Lestat, please..." Lestat's hand was immediately on his cock, he leaned over it with his free hand, Louis' thighs opened around his hips.
His legs were shaking, he arched his back and it was so fucking much, Lestat's hand on his cock, the thrusts inside him that didn't stop even for a second, Lestat's eyes watching his every reaction, visibly loving his moans and whimpers, smiling as if he was seeing the most beautiful thing on the planet at that moment. "So beautiful, Louis, look at you. I want to keep you like this forever, all sensitive, with my cock deep in you, look at your face, fuck, so beautiful - will you let me fuck those beautiful lips? Mm? Make you choke on my cock deep in your throat. "
Oh God, he was going to come. He was going to fucking come. Louis' thighs closed tightly around his hips, his eyebrows furrowed, he was close, he was so close. He grabbed Lestat's shoulders, desperate, moans escaping his lips.
"Are you close, beautiful?" Lestat leaned down for Louis to hold onto him. "Come for me, mon Cher." Lestat whispered against his ear, moaning deeply.
And Louis came. He arched his back and rolled his eyes, so quiet that Lestat had to pull away a little to look at him, and Lestat wanted to devour him straight away. He tightened around Lestat's cock, his whole body tense, the spasms so intense that he whimpered afterwards when he felt he could breathe again. His thighs trembled around Lestat, and Lestat stayed still, stroking his thighs, kissing his face lovingly, until he stopped trembling. Lestat wiped his hand on the sheet, and began to move away carefully.
"No, no." Louis grabbed him and pulled him back on top of him again. "Come - inside me, Lestat, do you want to? Please? "
It didn't take much talking, because Lestat was inside him again, holding him close, he was slow and deep, kissing him with so much love that Louis just wanted to stay there, hold him for the rest of his life, kiss him forever. Lestat came inside him a few minutes later, he moaned against Louis' neck and the younger vampire held him during his orgasm, stroking his hair. Deep breaths filled the room. They held each other for a long time.
"I love you, Lestat. " Louis whispered against his ear.
Lestat kissed him. "I love you too, Louis. " he said against his lips.
They were home now.