interviewee | OPEN RP POST

Maybe for today you can be the angel I’ve corrupted.

[Louis used his free hand to dig around in the side drawer for lube. Just as he has his hand on the bottle, Armand applies his thumb to Louis’s nipple. His gasps soft and takes a quiet moment to absorb it before he lubes up his fingers. He tugs Armand’s pants down and applies his lubed hand to Armand’s cock. Stroking in slow motions, he watches Armand’s face for a reaction.]

[ There are many, many ways Armand could respond to Louis's proposal, but rather than put voice to any, he only smiles now with teeth, tilting his chin upward in an expression that somehow manages to be both beatific and cunning— or perhaps, more simply, it could just be described as coy.

His eyelashes flutter in their practiced coquetry, an impishness coming alive within his hellfire gaze.

He rocks his hips slowly into and against Louis's stroking hand, forward and back at an unhurried pace. ]

And just what sort of devil does that make you?

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[Armand is so beautiful like this. Leaning over him, his cock in Louis's complete control. Armand's hips rock in his grip and Louis starts to sit up more in bed, applying more pressure as he does. His pupils widen as his lust surges through him.]

The black devil, the corruptor, the lustful.

[Louis wants more and so he finally pushes back the covers enough to climb up and kneel behind Armand. As Louis grinds behind Armand, his interest can be felt through his silk pajamas.]

[ If having Louis behind him wasn't always in itself so unbearably wonderful, Armand would almost have to mourn the fact they're no longer facing each other— that he can't watch Louis's eyes as they glitter darkly with his building lust.

Breathing in and out, he grinds his hips back against Louis's body and then rocks them forward again in rhythmic motion, seeking the touch from both sides. An angel with black wings, indulgent and unashamed. ]

Louis—

[ Armand turns his head to meet Louis's gaze, if only briefly; his own eyes are glassy and lustful with adoration, and something like regret, as if he knows tomorrow this intimacy will be put back on the shelf in favor of the interview. ]

We could stay like this, you know, [ he says gently, allowing a soft gasp as Louis's cock, beneath the silk, becomes more and more apparent against him. ] Just the two of us within an Eden of our own making.

[Louis kisses up the side of Armand's neck as they rock together until Armand turns to face him. He hates the touch of regret beneath the sparks of lust in Armand's gaze.]

We already are.

[It's not as if Louis plans to leave any time soon. Or perhaps Armand is referring to the proverbial snake in their garden of Eden.]

Unless you mean Daniel.

[ Armand lets them rock together like that, slowly at first, then much less so— longing, though not impatient. ]

I do mean Daniel, [ he says, letting his head loll forward again, heavy on his neck. ] Though I know it isn't what you want to hear.

[Louis sighs and his rocking slows to a stop. He thought they'd been done talking about the interview.]

It's not like he's sticking around after everything. We'll go right back here. Back to our garden. With no Daniel.

I shouldn't have brought it up, [ Armand says quickly, as if in anticipation of rebuke. ] It's your interview, of course. Your decision.

[ Sitting up slightly, Armand turns again, enough that he can cup Louis's face in one hand and kiss him softly. ]

But I'm not sure if he can understand how much all his digging and his pushing has been hurting you. If he even cares. [ More softly, after a calculated hesitation: ] I'm not sure that you understand it, either.

[Louis leans into Armand's kiss, reaching around and placing a hand at the small of Armand's back.]

It's needed. [Louis chases another kiss from Armand's lips.] He's a journalist, it's what he does.

And afterward, what then? [ Armand kisses him back, a desperation now evident in his gaze, his touch. ] Will the wounds not be so freshly bled that you might end up feeling tempted to gouge them back open again and again? Never to heal. If not worse.

[ He lets the implication hang. ]

I can't lose you again, Louis.

[Louis never wants Armand to feel desperate, exposed, needy. He leans over Armand, his hands bracketing Armand's waist.

Louis acutely remembers the last time he wounded himself when he walked out into the sun. How long it took to heal, how he nearly lost Armand and himself to death.]

I never want to put you in that position again. [Louis sucks in a breath and nods.] Let me think about it. Maybe keep Daniel away a few days.

[ Armand's expression softens with relief, his body slowly seeming to release most of the tension it's been collecting. ]

A few days would do us all a great deal of good, I think.

[ He nods, leaning close — nearly forehead to forehead, or as close as he's able to reach from this angle — to nudge Louis's nose against his own. ]

Maybe Mr. Molloy will finally learn that having a poor bedside manner does actually carry some consequences in his profession.

[Louis leans in to kiss Armand, tugging at the collar of his silk shirt.]

He wasn't always like this. [The boy Louis had met had been eager, excited, not bitter and tired and abrasive.]

We'll take a few days. Just you and me and any food we need. How 'bout that?

It's not an uncommon affliction— the perils of old age can make cynics out of even the most bright and promising young dreamers. But if only they could understand that taking out that resentment upon the rest of the world once they've finished with growing up still won't make them any more interesting.

[ His teeth graze Louis's lower lip as his own mouth forms a smile against him. ]

It sounds divine. Like a second honeymoon.

Vampires don't get like that. Well, most of us don't. Why's that?

[At least Louis's cynicism was born from experiencing Lestat and the warfront not long after. He presses his mouth more firmly to Armand's,] Just like that.

To a vampire, the mortal lifespan is little more than a prolonged adolescence. We age a great deal more slowly, one could say, [ he taps a finger to his temple to indicate he means mentally, not physically. ] Yet we mature much faster.

[ Well, perhaps that part might be considered arguable, to some... though not to Armand, who is obviously chock full of ancient wisdom.

He holds Louis closer, affectionately nipping at his lips as he pants into the kiss, pulling them both back down toward the mattress. ]

Guess that makes sense. There's definitely a growing curve.

[Louis witnessed it with Lestat, but especially with Claudia. For now though, Louis tries to tuck Claudia neatly out of his mind so he can focus on how Armand pulls him down against the mattress. Having several days of quiet would do both of them good.

And Armand is so good to him. Louis reaches to hold Armand's jaw in place while he smothers Armand with a heavy kiss.]

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cw: self-harm (reference to walking out into the sun)

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