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Lestat has spent all evening unpacking boxes and arranging new furniture in his beautiful new home. There's still more to organize, more items to order and packages to open, but he has decided to relax for the rest of the night.
After a long, hot shower, he slips into a silk black robe, loosely tying it around the front before grabbing his iPad from its charger on the nightstand.
Lestat heads to the living room. He turns on the fireplace and lights a few candles, then flops onto the couch, cozying up with a blanket as he opens his music library on his iPad—his favorite invention of the twenty-first century.
He's still learning how this slab of metal can house all of his favorite things at once: his music, his reality television, and, of course, his Louis. Oh, how he wishes to have Louis here right now, curling up next to him with a book in hand as Lestat searches for the latest episode of The Real Housewives.
His domestic fantasies are interrupted by the doorbell ringing, its chime echoing throughout the house. A moment later, an alert descends from the top of his screen: Great news! Your order from "Velvet Vibrations" has been delivered!
Lestat is down the stairs and at the front door in an instant, swinging it open and grabbing the little brown box sitting pretty on his porch. He kicks the door shut behind him, excitedly tearing open the sticky packaging tape with the sharp tip of his nail.
Inside is a small velvet gift box. He slips off the lid as he returns to the couch, revealing its contents: a vibrating anal plug and a miniature bottle of lubricant.
He picks up the toy and turns it over in his hands, feeling the smooth material, the weight of it in his palm. His cock twitches at the thought of it sitting snugly inside of him, and he tries to imagine what its quintessential vibrating function might feel like—he's never tried anything like it before.
Lestat flips through the accompanying pamphlet, scanning the words quickly. Something about an iPhone application, a download link, and a virtual remote. Technological jargon. He doesn't quite understand it all, but he knows someone who might.
Tossing the items onto the couch, he swipes open his iPad and FaceTimes Louis.
Typically, Lestat likes to call earlier in the afternoon. He has become an early riser solely to catch Louis awake before morning in Dubai. But tonight is different—he didn't want to call Louis until he had received his little gift.
The call rings a little longer than usual.
No answer.
Lestat swipes to the clock app to check the time in Dubai. He sighs when he sees that it's close to sunrise—another agonizing reminder of the time and space that separates them.
Their almost nightly calls placate him, but it's never quite enough. He yearns for the warmth of Louis' physical presence, wants to hear the beautiful timbre of his voice without the tinny interference of the speakers.
Just as he's about to set aside his iPad, the screen lights up again—Louis is requesting to video call. Lestat's stomach flutters. He swipes to answer with a grin plastered on his face.
Despite the tiredness in his voice, Louis' smile reaches his eyes as he greets Lestat.
"How's the new place?" he asks, stifling a yawn.
"All of my furniture arrived," Lestat says. "Well, except for the coffee table—oh, Louis, I must show you when it comes. It's very… modern."
Louis chuckles. "And how about the movers? Did they break anything?"
"No," Lestat answers. "But they took forever, and one of them kept talking to me long after the boxes were set."
"Oh?" Louis raises an eyebrow, propping up his phone as he sits all the way up.
Lestat pauses, biting his lip before continuing. "He asked me about my plans this weekend. Said he's lived here his whole life. He offered to show me around."
For a second Lestat wants to take back his tease, remembering the pain and rift such familiar words caused between them a century ago. But Louis surprises him these days, pleasantly. And Lestat surprises himself too, because despite an ocean and nine hours between them, he didn't say yes to the handsome mover's advances.
Louis' innocent smile turns into a smirk. "You tryna make me jealous?"
"In this century, never." Lestat shifts on the couch, crinkling the pamphlet next to the box. Right—that is why he'd called Louis in the first place.
He should have set it up beforehand, but he'd gotten too excited. Lestat unfolds the pamphlet, eyeing the page and following its instructions. He carefully types the link into his internet browser.
Louis shares parts of his night, though every other sentence, he subtly inquires more about the mover. As Louis talks, Lestat becomes increasingly frustrated with the technology at his fingertips. He has retyped the address three times now, but each time, the page comes up blank.
After Lestat's fourth failed attempt at entering the link, Louis pauses from his rambles. And it takes Lestat a few seconds too long to notice the stretch of silence.
"Are you even listening?" Louis asks sharply.
Finally, Lestat figures it out—he's missing a missing slash! He meticulously types the link address yet again. This time, the page loads, revealing a pink background, little flashing hearts, and a short form to enter some information.
"Lestat," Louis snaps.
Lestat smiles. He enters Louis' phone number into the website's form and hits enter.
A notification pings from Louis' phone—success.
"What is velvetvibrations.com?" Louis asks. "Are you sending me porn right now?"
"No, Louis." Lestat props his iPad against the armrest, shifting so Louis can see his face and his body. "It's a surprise—a gift. Just download it."
"Okay…" Louis scoffs, skeptical. He taps on his screen. "You sure it's safe? You're not the most tech-savvy."
"Yes, mon cher. Follow the instructions. Just trust me." Lestat adjusts his posture, removing the anal plug from the box again. As he rubs its smooth ridges, he glances at Louis on his screen. How sweet he looks, brows furrowed in concentration.
And then Louis' eyes light up, the way they always do when he reads something intriguing. "Lestat, this app—"
"It's for this," Lestat says, bringing the toy into the frame. "I saw an advertisement for it on Instagram and ordered it."
"Oh, God."
Lestat's stomach turns with a bit of shame. He worries, suddenly, that he's being too much. That his eagerness will turn Louis off.
"Along with some massage oil and candles," he adds, rambling nervously. "But those haven't arrived yet. It was quite a nice set, and the website seemed reputable—"
The toy begins to buzz in Lestat's hand. Surprised, he nearly drops it in his lap.
"Looks like it works," Louis says. The buzzing increases to a rapid pace, then slows, then stops. "Lots of crazy settings on here."
Reassured by Louis' smile and a hint of lust behind his eyes, Lestat settles back against the couch.
"Perhaps we can explore these settings together?" Lestat suggests, licking his lips. "I could use some help unwinding after a long day of unpacking boxes."
"Yeah? You need some help?"
Lestat unties the knot holding his robe closed, pulls it to the side to reveal his chest and a sliver of his stomach. Louis' breath hitches.
"I like your robe," Louis says, his voice husky. "Looks good on you."
"Mm. I'm not wearing anything underneath."
"Not surprised." Louis brings the phone a little closer to his face. "Show me."
Lestat opens his robe completely, showing off his semi-hard cock resting against his thigh. He cups his balls and rubs his cock, squirming beneath Louis' gaze.
Lestat catches Louis' eye as he moves his hand up his shaft, his teeth digging into his bottom lip until it feels raw, like the way Louis would kiss him—softly at first, but always ending on a bite.
He strokes himself faster, imagining that it's Louis' hand. Just the idea of Louis is enough to make him come, and he has to come, soon, thinks he can get off from Louis' hungry stare alone—
"Lestat."
Lestat stops, cock jerking in his grip at the sound of Louis' firm voice. He knows that commanding tone.
"Did I say you can touch yourself?" Louis asks bitingly.
Lestat removes his hand from his cock and sits back on his heel. He can't help but listen when Louis speaks to him this way. He wants to be good for him.
"Go on, then," Louis says, tilting his head to the side and licking his lips. "Put the plug in, since you're so eager."
Lestat picks the toy up, slathers it with the lube, and reaches back to ease the tip past the tight rim of his hole. He slides it in slowly, whimpering from the stretch as he holds Louis' gaze through the screen.
Louis adjusts the camera angle as he slips his hand beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, touching and squeezing his cock.
Lestat draws his legs up as he pushes the toy deeper inside, groaning when it reaches and rubs against his prostate.
"How's it feel?" Louis asks.
"Good, I… It's very nice," Lestat says, trying to even out his shaking voice. "Not as big as you."
Louis grunts. He picks up his phone again, fiddling with it for a moment, and then the plug starts to vibrate—a low, pleasant hum that tickles the sensitive spot inside of him.
"Ah!" Lestat rolls his hips as he pinches one of his nipples. He fixes his eyes on the iPad screen again. Louis is stroking himself, but he's still wearing his pajamas, fist moving beneath the fabric.
"Louis," Lestat whines. "Let me see you. All of you."
Louis nods and slips his pants down over his hips, revealing his thick, stiff cock. He continues pumping at a steady pace, the slick sounds coming through the speakers. Just seeing his cock drives Lestat wild, makes his mouth water, longing to taste him.
"Wish you were here," Lestat breathes. "I wish it was you inside me, your fingers— your cock—"
"Yeah, fuck." Louis' breathes heavily as he grips himself tighter, thumbing at his phone with his other hand. "I'd use my mouth on you first, open you up. Get you ready for me."
The vibrations intensify. Lestat groans, clenching and tightening around the toy, driving it even deeper inside of him. "Yes," Lestat hisses.
"Or you could fuck me while you wear it," Louis says, speeding up his own hand. He moans and curses under his breath. "Bet you'd like that. Having it both ways."
Lestat gasps and nods, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back as he curls into himself. He imagines how good it'd feel—the toy filling him up while he fucks deep into Louis' tight hole. He sinks his ass deeper into the plush couch when his hand moves compulsively to his length again, desperate to relieve the ache.
But Louis shakes his head no, so Lestat grips the back of the couch instead, trying to resist the urge. Lestat grinds down onto the toy as it gently rumbles inside of him. He wants more—wants it deeper, wants it to be real, wants it to be Louis.
Lestat grunts, urging. "Turn it higher—"
"Don't I control the pace?" A smile creeps onto Louis' face as he picks up his phone. The rumbling becomes intermittent, pulsing slowly. "I'll turn it higher when I'm ready."
Lestat groans, rolling his hips and whining. He rubs his balls and pushes the plug in deeper, and it feels so good, he starts fucking himself with it.
Louis tuts, disappointed.
So Lestat forces himself to stop. He moves his hand back to his chest, busying his fingers around his nipple instead, writhing with want. Louis moans, pleased by the sight of his obedience.
And, as a reward for his self-control, Louis increases the vibrations again. Lestat moans, body trembling and toes curling as the plug pulses against the sensitive spot. His cock throbs, leaking pre-come all over his belly.
"Fuck, you look good like that," Louis breathes, panting over the phone.
Louis bites his lip and brings the screen closer to his face—trying to get a better view, no doubt—obstructing Lestat's view of his perfect cock.
"Louis, I need to see you," Lestat whines, not caring how desperate he sounds.
Louis pulls the phone back. He's jerking himself frantically, fucking into his fist, struggling to aim the camera as his hands tremble.
"Gonna come—" Louis mumbles, just before he spurts all over his fist, his spill landing on his rucked-up pajama shirt.
Lestat's cock throbs at the sight, but he hesitates before moving his hand towards it. He's so close, hips jerking uncontrollably, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The rumbling tickles the rim of his hole and buzzes deep up inside him, teasing his prostate. The sensation of the toy raptures him, but the sight of Louis coming from controlling Lestat's pleasure completely overwhelms him.
"Louis, please," he begs.
Louis nods hastily, and Lestat takes the cue.
He jerks his cock—the pink, leaking tip peeking out from his foreskin with each downstroke. He grabs the iPad, holds it close to get a better view of Louis, eyes fixated on his beautiful, lean body. The way his hand grips and strokes his cock, the way he bites his lip and stretches his neck, his face so flushed, so sweet, and God, Lestat wants to come all over him, all over his face, his chest, his stomach—
With a shout, Lestat arches his back off the couch, stroking himself furiously through his peak—drops of come landing on his iPad, coating the screen.
While Louis catches his breath on the other end, Lestat discreetly reaches for the throw blanket beside him and wipes away the mess he's made.
"Did you just come on your iPad?" Louis asks.
Lestat stutters. He hurriedly tries to finish cleaning his screen, but inadvertently hangs up the call in the process. And just as he's scrambling to dial Louis again to apologize, an email notification pops up on screen.
Louis de Pointe du Lac
FWD: E-Ticket Confirmation #2337198
He taps on the notification and scans the attachment, but before he can process the information, Lestat receives a text from Louis:
See you soon😉
Warmth spreads throughout Lestat's body, scorching the back of his neck and tingling at his fingertips.
Lestat gently removes the toy and sets it aside on the couch. He won't be needing it once Louis is here.