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Louis leans back on his elbows and smiles. “I like this view.”
In front of him, Lestat whimpers happily, knees splaying even wider on the padded floor. He’s gorgeous, dolled up in the new full-body chain harness Louis bought him, delicate steel draping over his bare shoulders and around his hips in his leather pants. The chains frame his bulging groin beautifully, wrapping between his legs to connect in the back with the ones on his shoulders, the collar around his throat. The whole apparatus is conveniently gathered to a ring that sits between his shoulderblades. Louis stares a little more and licks his lips indulgently.
“M-mon cher,” Lestat whines, voice shuddering with need. “I- you can look at me as long as you like, of course, but- would you touch me?”
“I can do whatever I want with you,” Louis corrects, sliding to the edge of the bed, sitting up and crossing his ankles. “But you’ve been good, haven’t you? Been sweet for me all night.”
It’s true, he has. Lestat gets in his own head, sometimes, gets wound up in worry and self-loathing and need. He’d been heading that way lately, Louis could almost smell it on him, so he’d offered, nosing the words into Lestat’s panting throat, to take some of the weight off. Let him float, secure in Louis’s love, his want. Louis knows, now, after all their painful years of tension, that Lestat really just needs to be told he’s seen, sometimes.
“Oui,” Lestat says now, still staying obediently in the pose where Louis had put him after clasping the chains closed. “I’ll be sweet for you any time, Louis, please.”
“Yeah.” Louis stands, inhaling the way Lestat’s whole body ripples towards him. “I know you will, baby. You want me to bring you outside, show you off?”
Because that’s part of it too, letting Lestat flaunt himself, his devotion, in front of a slavering crowd. Louis has a standing reservation for this private room in this club, a venue picked as much for its discretion as the quality of its furnishings. Now, he runs a hand over the crown of Lestat’s hair and watches with a smile as Lestat arches, moaning, into the touch.
Louis leans down and hooks a finger in the ring on Lestat’s chest, the twin of the one on his back. He tugs and Lestat rises to his feet immediately, eyes big and round and dark.
“Asked you a question,” Louis says, wrapping one of the chest chains around his fingers and giving it a teasing tug. “You want me to take you out on the floor?”
Lestat nods, bobbly and loose, deliciously eager. “Yes, chéri, yes, please, please.”
“Good boy.” Louis catches the chest ring again and pulls Lestat towards the door.
Lestat is so pleasingly easy to manage, when he’s like this. He adores any scrap of attention, any touch, and Louis can reduce him to pudding so quickly with enough of either. He can admit to himself now that he likes it too; he likes knowing how much power he holds, seeing the truth of it as a leash in his hand. He likes to snap it tight and feel dominance pulse in the back of his teeth as Lestat melts, dazed and obedient.
The private suites are on the upper floor of this club, so Louis gets to watch the other patrons drool over them both as he follows Lestat down the iron stairs towards the main floor, the harness’s back ring cool in his hand.
If anyone recognizes Lestat, or even Louis - the clientele here leans wealthy, he supposes it’s not impossible - it doesn’t make it to the forefront of their thoughts. The ones staring might as well have banners on their foreheads reading oh God please. Louis lets a little expression of smug benevolence show on his face as he pulls Lestat close by the waist, just for a moment, and inhales the air dancing just above the crook of his neck.
“Everyone’s thinking how pretty you look,” he murmurs. “You hear that?”
“Yes,” Lestat sighs. “And you, of course, they would be insane not to.”
“Hm,” Louis says. “Flatterer.” They’re on the floor now, and Lestat is doing his own survey of the crowd, eyes lingering a little too long on some of the more revealingly-dressed dancers. He’s allowed to look as long as he doesn’t touch, of course, but Louis has a feeling that this is an intentional provocation, and he’s inclined to indulge Lestat tonight.
Louis gives the chain a tug and Lestat whines, like a dog, like a beast.
“Forgetting who you belong to?” Louis murmurs, and Lestat melts against him, trembling, whimpering. “N-no, mon cher,” he gasps. “No, my love, of course not, how could I, I- there is nothing of me that is not yours, nothing, I would-“
Louis yanks on the ring again and Lestat dissolves into simpering, delirious moans.
“I think,” Louis says, “That I’m gonna have you right onstage. Split you open until you scream and keep on fucking. Turn you into nothing but tears and prayers and come, hm? I’ll eat you whole and you’ll beg me to do it with the whole world watching.”
Lestat, already liquid and soft in his hands, goes completely limp, eyes rolling back, waist twitching in Louis’s grip. He’s-
“Oh, mon doux,” Louis sighs. “Did you just come? Just from my words and my hands on you?”
Lestat nods, shaky, bloody tears dripping down his cheeks. Louis smiles and kisses them off, letting his tongue slip out, relishing in the way Lestat gasps.
Louis nips at his mouth. “How long have you been that close?”
“Since- since you dressed me,” Lestat whispers, rubbing his nose to Louis’s cheek. It’s not a surprise; Louis could taste the way he’d shivered as he clicked each chain in place.
“And you didn’t even complain,” Louis sighs. “You are being sweet.”
“Y-y-yes, oui, oui, je vous en supplie, s’il vous plaît,” Lestat moans, quaking against him, his trapped cock already plumping back up. Louis doesn’t need to be able to read his mind to hear his pumping, frantic want.
“Good boy,” Louis tells him again. “So good for me, holding back all that time. How about this, mon cher? You can come whenever you want, however much you want. I’m gonna use you until I’m done, so pace yourself, but I won’t punish you for shooting off early.”
Lestat nods, a high little whine coming from the back of his throat. “Thank you, thank you, Louis, yes, yes,” he breathes, nuzzling at Louis’s mouth, hips rolling against him. He is absolutely not going to pace himself, he’s going to be a wrung-out mess by the time Louis is done with him, which is the whole point of this date, anyway.
Louis hums, enjoying the wanton sinuousness of him, and then steps back a little. “Not yet, baby. Onstage, remember?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just grabs Lestat’s chest ring again and pulls him in the direction of the venue’s center platform.
They don’t have a permanent spot reserved onstage like with the bedroom, but Louis had taken the liberty of buying up the whole stage for a couple hours tonight. Lestat likes being the center of attention, no distractions. And he’s been working hard, and being good for Louis. He deserves it.
There aren’t too many furnishings on the stage; Louis had requested no clutter, just a chair and a sling and a few toys he’s not even sure they’ll need. He knows what he’s doing. He drags Lestat close and murmurs, syrupy, “Kneel, baby,” and Lestat drops so fast his knees would bruise if he were human.
“You need instructions?” Louis asks, with a flash of teeth. Lestat shakes his head and unzips him and takes in his whole cock in a single gulp. A few people in the audience whimper. Good.
“Do you hear how jealous they are?” Louis asks him, quiet enough that only Lestat will hear. “This beautiful man on his knees, giving me anything I want. You getting to suck the prettiest dick they’ve ever seen.” He rolls his hips, jamming into the depths of Lestat’s throat, dragging a guttural growl of ecstasy from him. Lestat is nodding to indicate agreement in a helpless kind of way, eyes huge and fixed on Louis.
“Not a single thought in this head right now,” Louis sighs. “This is what you needed, hm? Get all the stress fucked out of you until you’re seeing double?” That gets him another nod, hungry and needy now.
“Good,” Louis tells him, and yanks him off by the hair, ignoring Lestat’s pitiful whine as he loses his mouthful. “C’mon, get up. Your throat’s nice, but I need something a little tighter.”
Lestat is shaky on his feet already, drunk with want. Louis kisses him sloppily, a claiming, brutal kiss, biting at his bottom lip, pulling his hair. He doesn’t even touch Lestat below the waist, but that doesn’t stop Lestat from shaking apart in his hands in a bucking, moaning orgasm Louis feels sympathetically in his teeth. Half the people watching them think, Holy shit, and the other half think, Please.
Louis laughs, quiet in his mouth, and pushes Lestat lazily towards the sling. “Get in. You know what I want.”
That eager nod again, those big wet eyes. Lestat drapes himself effortlessly in the vinyl strapping, a gorgeous feast for Louis to destroy. If they were alone, he’d kneel and eat him out until he was screaming, but Louis prefers to keep a stricter dominant persona in public, as Lestat well knows, so instead he just works the bulbous plug out of him and tosses it aside.
“So pretty,” Louis says, hooking a finger into the edge of his hole. “You want it?” Loud enough for the patrons close to the stage to hear, now, if they’re listening.
“Yes,” Lestat says, no hesitation. He’s almost drooling, so Louis slots himself up and pushes inside. Lestat is beautifully slick from the plug and slack from his orgasms, and Louis sighs in bliss, letting his head fall back. There’s nothing in the world like this.
Louis hums and rolls in, slow, luxuriating. He pulls Lestat’s left leg onto his shoulder to open him wider. “That’s real nice, honey.”
“Please, please, I’ll-“
“You’ll do anything I ask.” Louis looks down at him, grinning with all his teeth. “Because you’re mine, hm?” He digs his claws into Lestat’s flexing stomach. “All this, mine. All of you.”
Lestat nods frantically. “Yes, chéri, yes, yes, yours, anything, I’m yours.”
Louis’s tongue flicks out and in again, wetting the corner of his mouth. “Good boy.” Lestat moans like he’s been stabbed.
“Gonna fuck you until you’re begging to be let down, you got it?” Louis tells him, pressing his thumbnail next to Lestat’s belly button until he breaks the skin, dragging the shallow cut down to his hip. “You want down, you beg. You don’t beg, I’ll keep going until you pass out.”
“Yes, Louis,” Lestat sighs, looking blissed-out already, brain on an interstellar cruise trip. “I’ve got it.”
Louis isn’t quite sure how long Lestat lasts; it’s … a while. It’s transcendent. A beautiful tearstained face gazing up at him, Lestat’s belly clenching in strain, splattered with his own spend. Screams fading to hoarse gulps of air.
Lestat doesn’t beg. He does, eventually, pass out, thighs going slack around Louis’s hips as his most recent orgasm sputters to a halt. Louis smiles, stroking a few strands of hair off his face, and pulls out, and waits until Lestat’s long pale eyelashes flutter open.
“Hey, baby.”
“L…ouis.” Half-awake, his Lestat, bruised and bitten and shivering.
“You did so well,” Louis tells him. “I’m gonna take you back now.”
“Mm.” Lestat’s at that point now where he’s beyond words, beyond thought. “Louis.”
“Yeah,” Louis answers. He helps Lestat to his feet and smiles, biting his lip, when his knees buckle immediately. To a chorus of psychic moans, not to mention audible ones, Louis throws Lestat over his shoulder and carries him off the floor. He beeps the keycard against the door to their room with Lestat still draped on him, moaning in ecstasy. Louis walks inside and dumps him on the bed, watching hungrily as Lestat sprawls out, limp and pliant.
“Did such a good job out there, baby,” Louis tells him, and drinks in every note of the blissed-out moan Lestat releases.
“You are … far too indulgent of me,” Lestat slurs, rolling his hips and gasping like he can’t believe how good it feels. “Oh, Louis.”
“All mine,” Louis murmurs, stroking his hair, smiling as Lestat tucks his face into Louis’s chest, heart thrumming in time with his own.
“Yours,” Lestat agrees. “Toujours. Louis. Mm.”
“Sleep, love,” Louis tells him, smiling when Lestat curls up under him, one calf curling lazily around his knees. “I’ve got big plans for when you wake up.”