#boofer

Fat dog. Fatburger.

now, it's certainly not out of character for mapplethorpe to be so bold. ( though, he really is all bark and no bite. ) he doesn't really expect anything to come out of this. ( even though the electricity between them is hard to deny. ) he can feel unnecessary breath catch in his throat, midnight blue eyes staying focused on lestat's features. he stays sitting on the gravestone, legs hanging idly as a soft pout seems to settle on his pale features. ( it's not very often he gets to leave the park, you know. ) he feels completely solid underneath the vampire's touch, eyes widening as black veins seem to travel from behind his ears, trailing down his jawline. ( a ghost's blush. ) a shaky breath does leave him, hands moving to rest at lestat's shoulders.

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