The crushed grass beneath their bodies sighs a green scent into the air as Armand tips his head back into it, closing his eyes to better concentrate on the feeling of Louis' mouth against his skin. His hands are between them briefly, undoing buttons, pushing away fabric, baring himself for whatever Louis decides to do to him, fuck him or kill him, it's all the same in these desperate moments.
"I am here, Maître. I am here." Their old names, their old roles, no less intoxicating with time. The boy he never was, the role he never wanted. Both taken by Louis and made into something new, something better.
He hitches out a soft cry as teeth puncture skin and kicks off shoes and pants, lifting his legs to wrap them around Louis' hips, ankles crossed behind him. Wanton and naked in the grass where any mortal could see them, two wild beasts coupling. He arches up against Louis, putting his arms around his neck to hold him close.
"Please. All of you. Inside me, at once. I need it."
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"I am here, Maître. I am here." Their old names, their old roles, no less intoxicating with time. The boy he never was, the role he never wanted. Both taken by Louis and made into something new, something better.
He hitches out a soft cry as teeth puncture skin and kicks off shoes and pants, lifting his legs to wrap them around Louis' hips, ankles crossed behind him. Wanton and naked in the grass where any mortal could see them, two wild beasts coupling. He arches up against Louis, putting his arms around his neck to hold him close.
"Please. All of you. Inside me, at once. I need it."