followups: by manual. (—0060.)
daniel molloy. ([personal profile] followups) wrote 2024-11-21 06:00 am (UTC)

All their bite marks and bruises will fade— except the ones already on Daniel's neck, grotesque impressions of Louis at his most violent, marked permanently. His, in that way, forever.

Again, again, again. Daniel paws all over him, down his chest, tasting the hollow of his throat and lower when he can pull back from kissing. Though it's difficult. He wants more of Louis, who is so fucking beautiful. Who feels like. Like he doesn't know. Can't describe it. Not like the humans he's hooked up with. There's some other quality to it, thrumming between them, an undercurrent to the fishhook of sensation that already links them, electric and magnetic.

"Jesus."

That thought—

Too good. Louis will be able to feel an echo of the flinch that goes through him, desire spilling over into telepathy, unable to be contained.

But.

"Some other time. I can't reliably stop."

This person I'm eating is dying will snap him out of it, but he's yet to get anywhere close to moderation. Hanging out with spiraling rock star Lestat hasn't helped. Excess, indulgence, insanity. No little drinks.

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