𝓟rince.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑳oo̲k at me 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 through the ceiling̲,
⠀⠀⠀⠀— aren't you 𝐬𝐨 glad you c̲ame?

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

𝐈 break down, get 𝘶𝘱,
﹠ do it all 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.ᐟ

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

Pushing messy golden waves out of his face. Whew.

[໊ @defloresce]

they put a yaoi chip in my brain

#lesmand #iwtv #tvl

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@videnrose ( He could use a guide, really. Prying into her mind is out of the question, tempting as it may be, and so he keeps his claws out of her thoughts. )

If you desire me to go, you can just say it.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@videnrose ( She is a library of confusion. Lestat lets out a breathy laugh, gaze trying to find anything but her to focus on. )

I would appreciate if you were more specific about what you... want from me. I don't want to overstep again.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

Ha. At least I know I can be number one in something even past the veil of death.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

You were the one who called me the worst mother ever. What is he?

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

And your Louis? He was there too.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

You can ask Armand.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

A wolf killing her pup.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

Rotten. Spoiled.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

That was not a question.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

Out of my head.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@aseductivetale @desiofolle She'd rather die than compliment me. Should I show you how easy I can make her cum instead?

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

( Thank goodness for Louis so kindly offering to keep those limbs secure. It's been entirely too long since he's brought Armand to the verge of hell with just his tongue.

He's down on his knees in a second, finding a place between slender legs, inner seam of his pants. )

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@aseductivetale @desiofolle Armand's cock, tracing every vein from memory, before granting the head a generous suck. A mess of spit and blood, her face is, but she revels in it.

A soft laugh fans over spit-slick skin. )

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@aseductivetale @desiofolle How sweet of his Louis, to carve them open for her to drink. A hand wraps around Armand, tight and tortuous, while his tongue licks those crimson beads clean.

Like honey. )

You heard him. Dis-le.

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@aseductivetale @desiofolle ( 𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

He should be thankful his mouth is occupied with tracing the skin revealed by haphazardly pulling his zipper open and off—the rest of the seam falls open like butter, the sweet rip of fabric (wool, is it?) echoing in his ears. —

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@aseductivetale @desiofolle lips parting to press his tongue flat against the fabric.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶? )

[𝓟rince. @mortensoie]

@aseductivetale @desiofolle ( He is good, he is good, he is good. The words dance in his head, make him dizzy as he muffles a breathless laugh against Armand's inner thigh.

It's only when he trails that seam up with slow kisses and meet the flesh between his legs that he looks up to meet amber, —