Anonymous asked
The vibes in your latest Lestat/Armand fic were immaculate! The gritty, grungy club setting was perfect and fits them so well (in canon-compliant or AU scenarios, that's my preferred vibe for them, with them being eternal teenagers and all yk) and that has to be one of the hottest kisses I've ever read 🥵I love how you incorporated Armand's synesthesia (it's such a rich topic full of endless potential and it's so rare to see it explored or even brought up). It's truly such a blessing to have someone in the fandom who is not only a characterization guru who nails every character they write but also a kink enthusiast and fearless watersports pioneer (never not on my mind). ALSO, the @birdblacksocialclub piece that inspired was absolute perfection as usual and I love that both the birdypoptoses AND the kacypoptoses multiverses are real and alive and thirving xoxo DA ❤️ ps can't wait for the big wip!
ahhhh thank you!!! Honestly I tossed that together so fast, birdy’s art had been on my brain for days and it just kinda all fell together perfectly. Like Lestat being a god on stage but Armand’s acolyte in private is my favorite thing ever so how could I *not* have them torment each other a little in a dirty backstage dressing room?
Oh man the synesthesia!! I’m trying so hard to include a lot of that in future fics, it’s such a cool detail about him and fun to play with, you can make things very trippy in his POV and it’s just fun.
God I’m glad you’re down for the watersports because this big wip goes to a place beyond that and I’m like- how many kinks can I con people into reading? How far can I go before people get squeamish and give up on me? lmao I’m so nervous!!
Anyways, a preview, just for you! ♥
In the end he doesn’t have to choose because Daniel’s fingers slip down lower. Armand’s eyes fall shut.
Daniel can feel his heartbeat here. He knows this for a fact, he’d felt it so many times teasing at mortal Daniel’s hole like this. Little, light strokes that have him out of his mind with the promise of what will come next. What pleasures his body has almost forgotten.
The fabric of the pillowcase strains from how hard Armand grips it. He tilts his hips down towards Daniel’s finger, makes his silent demand.
Daniel pulls his hand away.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Armand asks. His voice is close to a whine. “Touching me and then stopping?”
“How mortal of an experience do you want this to be?” Daniel asks.
Armand runs his tongue over his teeth absently. The taste of his own blood seeps into his mouth, serves to clear his head somewhat.
How mortal of an experience did he want? Daniel had asked that last night as well, out on the street as they lingered near a pharmacy. Armand had shrugged and cast his eyes at the ground. As mortal as you can make it, he’d said, foolishly.
And then Daniel had stolen away into the store, returning with nothing but a tightly shut paper bag. Refusing to reveal the contents, he’d hidden it away under the sink in the bathroom. It had taken everything in Armand not to peek.
Would that he still had the ability to read Daniel’s mind, to get the jump on whatever it is he has planned. The anticipation is excruciating.
“What is it that you bought last night?” Armand counters.
Daniel laughs. He digs his finger hard into Armand’s perineum, makes him hiss at the jolt of pleasure and pain.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, depending on your answer. Do you still want it to be realistic? Do you want to know the things I went through, when I was on the other side of this?” Daniel asks.
