non - discriminating !

so reassuring are lestat's words, that genevieve can physically feel her relief, the woman's shoulders falling an inch, a quiet breath leaving her as she looks lovingly into lestat's eyes. no judgment to be found, just love and trust and a hope that she would allow herself to let go for once. it was a scary thought. genevieve had clamped her hands tight around the control she still had, hoping to keep it for as long as she could ( before her family could take it away from her for the last time ). but this, her and lestat's moment alone, genevieve understood that she did not need to be afraid. that he would still be here afterward, regardless of what might happen.

he watches her shoulders fall, a soft smile warming his expression. he smooths a palm along the curve of her neck, her shoulder as their eyes meet. love radiates from lilac irises and lestat is sure he could fall into them and drown happily. he has watched genevieve hold herself to such high standards, and while he knows it's a way to make herself feel safe, he can't help the pride that wells in him as she works to drop them down.

louis  salivates ,  drool  gathering  in  his  mouth  at  all  the  possibilities  of  weight  against  his  tongue  —  pianist's  fingers  or  something  thicker  and  heady .  he  shudders ,  lestat's  voice  like  a  caress  up  and  down  his  spine .  despite  his own  snarky  tone ,  louis'  mouth  falls open  with  ease  under  the  sweep  of  thumb ,  bottom  lip  beginning  to  shine ,  tongue  twitching  and  wet  behind  pearly  teeth .  heavy-lidded  eyes  search  lestat  for  understanding  of  his  request .  a  short  nod ,  a  slow  blink .  the  corners  of  his  mouth  flutter  as  fledgling  fangs  descend  from  his  gums  —  razor  sharp  evil  teeth ,  perfect  size  for  louis'  maw .  a  small  drop ,  thin  line  of  spit  slips  over  the  curve  of  his  lip .

Manhandle! Your! Man!

it was intense, the way genevieve could feel the love, lust, and obsession practically radiating off of lestat. it wasn't a bad thing, just an overwhelming one. to a degree she had never experienced, before. these are things that she, herself, had begun to feel in their newly crafted relationship, which doubled the intensity and oftentimes left genevieve breathless in its wake. she was appreciative of lestat's patience. never had he gotten frustrated with her for pulling away, for asking to slow down, or to stop altogether. the trust that they had built together is what led to tonight, to genevieve climbing into lestat's lap, to her suddenly insatiable need for him. the lust had washed over her in a wave that caused goosebumps, a chill to run down her spine. she prided herself on her control, which is why she had halted the previously heated moment: she didn't know how much longer she could hold onto it ( or if she even wanted to ).

his feelings for genevieve are impossible to tamp down. every part of her calls to him– her voice, her eyes, her smile, her touch. all he has ever known is extremes, and she is no exception. there is nothing he wouldn't do for her, no need he won't strive to meet. lestat has made mistakes in the past, terrible ones. he will not allow himself to make them again. and yet, there are those gnawing insecurities. just a flicker of them, now– wondering if she pulls away because he is too much, if she doesn't like it. ( doesn't like him. ) but she leans into his hand and he is soothed. a thumb skims gently across her cheek– a way to ground himself.

a century had passed since genevieve had found herself in a situation such as this one. hands roaming bodies, lips familiarizing themselves with one another's. when lestat had touched genevieve for the first time, she had sworn her skin had caught on fire. the heat the trail of his fingers left on her arms, her shoulders, her neck, it was overwhelming. she could only endure it, little by little, the woman unused to feeling so much wanting within her undead form. her last lover was there and then gone, which left genevieve gutted in an already heartless world. she did not expect to want anything ever again. then she met lestat, and she was sure that she felt her dead heart beat again.

he'd almost forgotten what it felt like– the way love and sex can intermingle. it's been so long since his last great love... there have been others in between, shorter romances, but nothing like this. it has been decades since he has craved someone this way, felt longing crawl into his mind and his body and his heart. he follows her boundaries scrupulously, but there are moments where it is a true exercise in control. hands ache to touch, mouth yearns to worship, skin begs to be pressed up against her. but he waits.

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

VERY  NSFW  GIF  PROMPTS!