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“Spit on me,” Louis gasped, nails digging into Lestat’s back.
“Open your mouth,” Lestat replied, voice trembling with restrained arousal, thrusting in hard and staying there.
Louis felt his body heat all over, his skin bursting into goosebumps as he did as Lestat asked and opened his mouth, not taking his eyes from the older man’s. Lestat spat right on his tongue, and Louis whimpered at the feeling of Lestat’s saliva sliding down his throat paired with the mean look on his face.
“You love it, don’t you, you fucking whore,” Lestat growled, lifting one of his legs higher to fuck him deeper, “the years we spent apart have made you even more of a disgusting fucking faggot than before.”
Louis moaned louder, throwing his head back into the pillow. “Yeah, yeah, I’m your dirty little faggot, Daddy, all yours.”
“Yeah?” Lestat grinned, his teeth bared like an animal. “Is that right?”
Louis nodded frantically, his eyes wide and desperate. “Mmmhm, please, please, FUCK, fuck, Daddy, like that, Daddy, please!” He screwed his eyes shut as Lestat started nailing his prostate, his fingers scrabbling at Lestat’s back.
“So loud for me,” Lestat said in his ear, breath hot and harsh against his neck, “you want everyone in the building to hear how good Daddy’s fucking you, don’t you, faggot?”
“God,” Louis spat, holding his breath so he didn’t cum, “please, yes, please, can I cum, Daddy?”
“I haven’t touched your cock once. What kind of a man are you?” Lestat murmured, and Louis cried out, his nails wet with blood where they’d sunk into the older man’s back. Lestat went up on his arms so he could look down at him again, slowing down and making Louis groan in frustration. “Answer me. What kind of a man cums from getting fucked like a slut?”
“A pathetic faggot,” Louis nodded, trembling with arousal. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on. “I’m a pathetic faggot, Daddy, and I need a real man to fuck me.”
Lestat tilted his head to the side, smirking. “You’re fucking disgusting for letting me do this to you.”
“Fuck, Les,” Louis gasped, screwing his eyes shut as he came just like that, ass flexing around Lestat’s cock, cum hitting his chin with the force of his release. He screamed out, one hand flying up to grip the headboard as the other clutched Lestat close, smearing his cum between their bodies. Lestat eased off as he rode it out, but Louis shook his head, shaking his shoulder. “No, no, don’t stop, keep fucking me, wanna take…” He moaned out a breath, sucking in more air, “wanna take your cum like a good faggot.”
“Louis,” Lestat groaned, his fangs dropping. Louis grinned deliriously, glad that the other man was enjoying it as much as him. He looped his arms under his knees and spread himself wider, making eye contact with Lestat once more.
“You gonna cum deep inside me, Daddy?” He asked, satisfaction blooming hot in him alongside the sweet pain of overstimulation as Lestat fucked him hard and fast, desperately chasing his pleasure.
“Need to breed you,” Lestat snarled, gripping Louis’ jaw. “Open.”
Louis opened his mouth wide and moaned when Lestat spat in it again. He wished Lestat would slap him, wished he could read his mind and pluck out all the nasty things Louis wanted in this sweaty, desperate moment. “Hit me, Da-”
“Turn over,” Lestat muttered, pulling out and jacking his cock. Louis eagerly went over onto his hands and knees, lowering his chest and head to the mattress. He wiggled enticingly, making his ass bounce, and Lestat smacked it hard. Louis felt so good, grinning into the pillow. He wanted Lestat to fuck him like this every night from now on.
“Don’t you wanna look at me when you cum?” He baited, toes curling in anticipation of Lestat’s next line.
“What do you think I am, a sick, fucked up little faggot like you?” He snapped, shoving Louis’ face into the pillow as he fucked back in. Louis screamed out again, ecstatic, wishing he could cum over and over again like a girl for him. “Like this you could just be any other nasty slut with Daddy issues.”
“God, please,” Louis was tearing the pillow to shreds with his nails, but he didn’t care, feathers in his mouth and up his nose, “please, Daddy, use me hard.”
Lestat kept his hand on the back of Louis’ head, holding him in place as he fucked him brutally, grunting with every thrust home, and Louis could feel his cock getting hard again even as his ass grew more and more raw. “You want my cum, faggot?”
“Yes, yes, please, cum in me Daddy, want it deep, come on, Daddy, please … Oh fuck!” Louis keened as he felt Lestat’s cock jerk in him, his own twitching in pleasure too.
“Fuck,” Lestat spat, shuddering so hard that Louis could feel it. “Ohhh,” he moaned, lowering himself over Louis to press his forehead to his shoulder. “Fuck.”
Louis chuckled, reaching back to pet the older man’s side. “You good back there?”
“Mmmm. You?” Lestat asked, kissing Louis’ damp skin softly as his breathing slowed down again.
“Yeahhhhh,” Louis sighed, and Lestat huffed out a laugh. “That was fucking amazing, holy shit. Ahhh, baby, careful ,” Louis complained as Lestat pulled out a little too fast, looking over his shoulder with a glare. Lestat looked smug and rumpled and gorgeous, and Louis couldn’t stay grumpy at him. He opened his arms, and Lestat gratefully came and lay in them.
“I was sceptical of how sexy that would be given all the planning,” Lestat admitted, reaching for their pack of cigarettes, “but I am glad we planned it. I do not think I would have felt so comfortable being so cruel if we did not.”
“I’m probably gonna regret saying this, but you look so sexy when you’re being horrible to me,” Louis confessed, his smile so big that his nose wrinkled. “You got the face for it.”
Lestat laughed softly. “I will file that away to exploit later.”
“I bet you fucking will,” Louis rolled his eyes, plucking a cigarette from the pack and placing it between his lips. He lit it and let out a loud, happy sigh. Lestat chuckled.
“I am glad you enjoyed it so, Louis,” he murmured, lighting his cigarette with a glance, “you really are a dirty little faggot.” He breathed out the smoke in Louis’ face.
“Fuck,” Louis groaned, turning over to press his half-hard, over-sensitive cock to Lestat’s leg, “you’re gonna get me going again.”
Lestat smirked. “Oh no. How terrible.”