Lestat watched Louis carefully, quivering with anticipation with each and every step that Louis took. He felt the air escape from between his lips when Louis pinned his hands against the wall. He struggled for a few seconds, happy to note that Louis was still strong from his feed earlier. He hissed when Louis' teeth penetrated his flesh and gave a bit more of a struggle.

Louis continued to drink, very slowly, keeping himself concentrated and alert to his surroundings. He kept Lestat's hand pinned to the wall with one hand, running the other down the man's flanks and releasing his grip on the man's neck. "Was that a sound of disapproval? Or passion?"

"Passion." He said softly, his grey eyes almost black due to how dilated his pupils were. "I would have said so outright if I had disapproved." He tried to shift his arms slightly and hummed when he realized that Louis was still maintaining his grip.

Louis chuckled deeply, his chest rumbling with the sound and he sunk his teeth in again, his hand continuing it's movement down Lestat's body. He stopped at his chest for only a moment, before continue to move further down, touching every inch of cloth covered skin he could reach.

Lestat hummed and closed his eyes, reveling in the differing sensations that Louis was making him feel. He half wished that Louis had acted on these feelings much sooner. "If I may ask." Forming sentences was incredibly difficult. "What caused all of this?"

Louis grunted when Lestat spoke, his mouth quickly dislodging itself from the man's mouth. He ran his hand up his companion's torso and to his chest, resting gently upon the bare flesh. His ruby red lips leaked with that of the sweet nectar he had been ingesting and seemed to dance in the light as he spoke. "Watching you with that blonde tonight." A smirk appear on his face.

Lestat whimpered as he saw his own blood on Louis' lips. "Really? You were watching." He felt his stomach flutter. "Dirty boy." He murmured gently. His eyes were flashing dangerously. "Sounds as though I need to feast on beautiful men more often then, if this is the outcome."

Louis snickered evilly and brought his mouth to the other side of Lestat's neck, teasing the flesh there with his tongue and scratching at the man's exposed chest. "I'm sure there will be no need of that." He said, groaning softly, as his hand traveled farther south. "You're intoxicating, Lestat."

He hissed and shivered at Louis' actions. If only Louis knew just how intoxicating he was. How many evenings he had awakened and wanted nothing more but to awake Louis with several kisses in a range of places. "You are the intoxicating one, my Louis."

Louis bit down on Lestat's shoulder, his teeth sinking marvelously into the man's flesh, though he did not draw blood. He held his stance, teasing the tender flesh beneath his lips with his tongue, his hand traveling ever farther down the lengths of Lestat's quivering body.

A hiss escaped Lestat's lips at the feeling of Louis' teeth on his shoulder, and he sighed happily as he felt Louis' tongue also track along his flesh. His mind was whirling at at million miles a second, and he could not help but buck his hips as Louis' hands got ever closer to the bulge in his pants.

Louis retracted his teeth from Lestat's shoulder and trailed his tongue up the man's pale neck, taking all the flavor from the skin that he could find and reveling in the feeling of Lestat's anxious body beneath his hands. He chuckled, his hand ceasing all movement and resting firmly on his companions hip bone. "Someone is very, very naughty." he said, nibbling at Lestat's earlobe and drawing what little blood lay there into his mouth. "I'm going to have to insist that you do your best not to move."

Lestat shivered as he felt Louis' tongue track up his neck. The man was playing his strings, and playing his strings well. He whimpered when Louis' hands stilled. He wanted the man to continue touching him, to touch every square inch of him. His eyes flashed to Louis' face when he pulled back, a shiver running down his spine as Louis called him naughty. "Yes Louis." He murmured, leaning against the wall a little heavier so that he would remain perfectly still.

Louis smirked and breathed heavily into Lestat's neck, his hands roaming very slowly around Lestat's slightly trembling body. "Good boy." he said, one hand now running down the small of the man's back. The hand at Lestat's hip moved down slowly, only covering barely a centimeter per second as his finger tips slid gently over the waist band of his trousers. "Don't move now." he coaxed, almost knowing that if he hadn't been reminded Lestat would have gyrated against his ministrations.