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1998.

The setting sun dipped low over the neighborhood as the block party kicked into full swing, music blasting from speakers, laughter, and chatter filling the streets of the New Orleans neighborhood. Sipping on his grape Kool Aid, Louis leaned against the porch railing of his mother’s house, his toned figure accentuated by the tight baby blue cropped tee that clung to his chest, the hem barely covering his midriff. The soft cotton fabric hugged his torso, showing off the defined lines of his body. His tight, low-waisted jeans sat snugly on his hips, held in place by a sleek black belt that only served to draw more attention to his slim waist.

Louis sighed, his eyes scanning the crowd almost instinctively. He was feeling extremely lonely as his little sister Grace was spending time with her man, Mama Florence had a good time partying with her girls, hell, even his little brother Paul had some girls all around him.

Florence gracefully shimmied to the porch, with a cup of Pepsi in her hand. She sat on the porch bench and patted the right side of it, indicating that she wanted him to sit with her.

“Come here, baby!” Florence smiled. “What’s wrong with you? You lookin’ all upset.”

Louis didn’t come over to sit, he continued scanning the crowd. He looked more and more anxious as kept searching. “You think he gon’ come to the party, Maman?”

“Who?”

“Lestat, Maman.”

Florence groaned loudly, falling back against the back of the bench. “You still stuck on that French boy?”

“Hold up. Don’t talk about my man.” Louis replied.

“You might need to let that one go, honey.” Florence swirled the ice cubes around in her cup.

“But I miss him so bad.” Louis whined. “I can’t even have that much fun for real ‘cause he ain’t here. He’s been all wrapped up in putting his debut album out and we ain’t been able to see each other in 2 months.”

Florence sipped Pepsi from her cup before talking, feeling a little sympathetic. “Aw, I’m sorry, baby. Have you called him at all this week?”

Louis shook his head. “Nah. I didn’t want to disturb him. I’m praying to God he shows up tonight.” Well, it looked like God heard and answered his prayer. Won’t He do it?

There he was, Lestat, slipping through the throngs of people like he owned the place, his presence commanding attention without even trying. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt and fitted jeans, Lestat looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of a magazine, his long blond hair catching the fading sunlight as he moved.

Louis’s breath hitched, a sudden rush of heat surging through him. It had been months since he’d seen Lestat — months since they’d last spoken, kissed, touched. Lestat had been consumed with working on his debut album, making a name for himself, leaving Louis in the background of that face-paced, chaotic world. But now, here he was, back in Louis’s neighborhood, his intense blue eyes locking onto Louis like no time had passed at all.

“There he go.” Florence flatly said as Louis practically floated off of the porch and made his way to Lestat, who stood close by it.

Lestat approached, a sly grin curling on his lips as he and Louis embraced. “Mademoiselle du Lac. A pleasure to see you again.” He waved at Florence, who gave a quick, dry wave back.

Then, he turned back to Louis and wrapped his arm around his exposed waist, letting his hands rest on his ass. “Hello, beautiful. Did you miss me?”

Louis couldn’t help but smile widely and giggle, his heart racing. “Maybe a little.”

Lestat stepped in closer to Louis’s body, his gaze trailing over Louis in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. “I missed you, too,” Lestat admitted softly, his voice low and intimate. “It’s been too long.”

They stood there for a moment, the noise of the party fading into the background as the rest of the world slipped away. Lestat’s fingers brushed lightly against Louis’s arm, sending sparks of anticipation through his veins.

“Come with me,” Lestat whispered, nodding toward the backyard. There was no one there but Florence’s dog, more secluded, and Louis knew exactly what Lestat had in mind. Heat pooled in his stomach without a thought.

Without a word, Louis led the way, slipping around the side of the house and into the backyard, locking the fence behind himself so nobody could get in and disturb their escapades. The moment they were alone, Lestat wasted no time, sitting down in one of the outside table chairs and letting Louis sit down in his lap.

His hands found their way to Louis’s waist, pulling him in, their bodies flush together. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you,” Lestat murmured against Louis’s neck, his lips brushing the skin in a way that made Louis’s knees go weak. “About us. Every day I was in the studio, I kept wanting to come back to you.”

Louis’s heart couldn’t help but beat overtime as Lestat’s hands wandered, tracing the lines of his body, fingers dipping beneath the hem of his shirt. “Then why didn’t you?” Louis asked, his voice breathy, teasing. “Too busy being a rock star?”

Lestat chuckled, his lips trailing down Louis’s neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Louis moaned softly as Lestat’s mouth found his, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss. It had been too long, too much time apart, and now every touch, every kiss felt desperate, like they were trying to make up for lost time. Lestat’s hands gripped his hips tighter, pulling Louis closer, the heat between them growing unbearable.

Lestat pulled back just enough to murmur against Louis’s lips, “I want you. Now.”

Louis’s heart raced, his body responding instinctively to the hunger in Lestat’s voice. He swallowed hard, his lips still tingling from the intensity of the kiss. “You already got me, babe,” Louis whispered, his voice barely audible but full of need.

The sound of the block party outside faded as they entered the cool, dimly lit living room of Louis’s mother’s house hand-in-hand. The silence was thick with tension, the air charged with anticipation. Lestat’s eyes swept over Louis slowly, drinking him in, and Louis could feel the heat rise in his chest. The way Lestat looked at him always made him feel seen, desired… like no one else mattered.

“You’re killing me, you know,” Lestat murmured, his voice low, seductive as he scooted his body closer to Louis’s. “Just you in those jeans…” He let his gaze linger, taking in the way the fabric hugged every curve, accentuating Louis’s figure in a way that left little to the imagination. The way his body filled them out had Lestat’s pulse racing, an irresistible temptation that stirred something deep within him.

His fingers brushed lightly against Louis’s exposed skin just above the waistband of his jeans, sending shivers down Louis’s spine. “You know what you do to me?”

Louis smirked, leaning back against a gray lacy decorative pillow on the couch. “Maybe I do.”

Lestat grinned, and without another word, he slid his hand to the back of Louis’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It was slow at first, teasing, like Lestat wanted to savor every second of being this close again. But as Louis’s hands curled into Lestat’s shirt, tugging him closer, the kiss deepened. Lestat groaned against Louis’s lips, pressing their bodies together until there was no space left between them.

His body pressed against Louis’s, their chests meeting, hips aligning in a way that made Louis breathless. The closeness, the friction of their bodies sent sparks flying through him, his pulse quickening with every brush of Lestat’s lips. Louis’s hand slipped to the crotch of Lestat’s pants, fingers resting directly on Lestat’s dick.

“You wanna go upstairs?” Louis whispered. His head swam with anticipation; the warmth of Lestat’s hand gripping his waist like he didn’t want to let go. The kisses grew hungrier, more desperate, and Louis could feel the intensity between them building.

Lestat bit his lip, his heart pounding at the sound of Louis’s soft voice laced with that sexy Southern accent of his, thick with need. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. With one last kiss, he scooped Louis up and led him upstairs bridal style.

Lestat placed Louis down in the hallway, so he could guide him to his bedroom since this was his first time being in Louis’s house and didn’t know where anything was. They made their way into Louis’s bedroom. Or so he thought.

“Louis. This is your mother’s room.” Lestat said after noticing the amount of pictures Florence had of herself posted up on the walls, her dresser, and her desk. She had several pictures of young Louis, Paul, & Grace, along with their late father hanging up as well. Very older Black mother coded.

“It’s okay, babe.” Louis whispered, his voice soft yet teasing as he pressed his lips against Lestat’s neck. His lips, lined with a deep brown lipliner, left faint smudges of color on Lestat’s pale skin as he sucked gently, leaving behind a series of dark, possessive marks. Each kiss was deliberate, his tongue flicking lightly against Lestat’s pulse, earning a soft groan in return.

Hickeys bloomed across Lestat’s neck, like little traces of Louis’s touch, staking his claim. “She ain’t gon’ notice,” Louis added with a grin, as his hands slid over Lestat’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing quicken beneath his fingertips. There was a confidence in the way he spoke, like he knew just how much Lestat would try to hide the evidence later, but Louis didn’t mind, it was all part of the fun.

“Oh. Ok.” Lestat shrugged and went with the flow. He pushed Louis gently toward the bed. Louis fell back against the mattress, his chest rising and falling quickly as Lestat climbed over him, his lips finding Louis’s neck, kissing and biting softly as he worked his way down. Louis’s fingers tangled in Lestat’s blond hair, his back already arching for more.

“You’re so beautiful, mon cher,” Lestat murmured as he kissed his way down Louis’s chest, his hands sliding to Louis’s waistband. He tugged Louis’s jeans down, revealing the soft curve of his hips, and Louis softly gasped as Lestat’s lips followed, leaving a trail of heat across his skin.

Louis’s body trembled with anticipation, his breath catching as Lestat kissed his way down his abdomen, pausing at the apex of his thighs. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, the tension coiled tight in Louis’s stomach, waiting for release.

And, then, finally, Lestat’s mouth settled between Louis’s legs, his tongue finding his clit and the sensitive thick, soaking folds of his flesh, and insistent, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through Louis’s body.

Louis’s lower half at the contact, a gasp tearing his lips as Lestat’s tongue moved against him with slow, deliberate precision. The sensation was overwhelming, waves of pleasure rippling through him as Lestat explored him with his mouth.

“Oh God.” Louis sighed as he rocked his hips a little, Lestat kept his grip on Louis’s thighs and kept indulging in the gift that was his lover’s pussy. Louis’s fingers tightened in Lestat’s hair, his hips lifting slightly off the bed, slightly urging him for more.

Lestat responded to Louis’s need, his tongue moving in slow circles, teasing and tasting, his lips soft and insistent as they worked over Louis’s most sensitive areas. Each movement sent sparks of heat shooting through Louis’s body, making him arch into Lestat’s touch, moans spilling out with each lick and kiss on his pussy.

“Lestat…” Louis breathlessly moaned, his voice cracking and full of lust. The sound only seemed to spur Lestat on, his tongue flickering expertly, sending shivers of pleasure through Louis’s core.

Lestat hummed in response while still sucking off Louis's clit, the vibration of it sending a shockwave of sensation through Louis’s body. Louis’s back arched off the bed, his fingers tightening their grip in Lestat’s hair as his hips moved of their own accord, chasing the pleasure building inside him.

The slow, torturous rhythm of Lestat’s mouth on him was intoxicating. Lestat took his time, savoring every moan, every twitch of Louis’s body beneath him. His hands gripped Louis’s hips, holding him steady as he continued sucking on his clitoral skin, his tongue flicking and swirling with precision that left Louis trembling.

Louis’s entire world narrowed to the sensation of Lestat’s mouth, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his stomach, threatening to snap. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he gasped for air, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He could feel himself slipping closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Les, baby… fuck, I’m so close, please…” Louis whined, his voice extremely shaky, thick with desperation while Lestat sucked harder.

Lestat’s pace quickened in response, his tongue moving faster, more insistent as he pushed Louis toward release. Louis’s body tensed, his breath catching as the pleasure crested, and with a final flick of Lestat’s tongue, Louis came undone. His body shook with force of his climax, his fingers pulling at Lestat’s hair as waves of pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling.

Lestat didn’t pull away immediately, his tongue continuing to move against Louis’s oversensitive flesh, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until Louis was gasping, his body spent and trembling.

When Lestat finally lifted his head, his lips were wet, his eyes dark with desire as he crawled back up Louis’s body, his lips finding Louis’s in a heated, desperate kiss. Louis could taste himself on Lestat’s lips, the raw intimacy of it sending another wave of heat through his body despite his exhaustion.

Lestat’s hands roamed Louis’s body, sliding over his hips, his waist, up to his chest as their lips moved together in a hungry, passionate kiss. The tension between them was still thick, the heat still burning bright as Lestat pressed himself against Louis, his need evident.

“I need you,” Lestat whispered against Louis’s lips, his voice husky with desire as his hand slid between them, positioning himself. Louis’s heart raced, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his climax as he opened himself to Lestat, ready for more, wanting more.

“Wrap up, Les.” Louis breathed, his voice low and teasing, laced with the kind of heat that made the air around them crackle with tension. He reached over, passing him a condom specially designed for men with bigger dicks, the packaging crinkling slightly in his grasp. He couldn’t help but smirk, the teasing undertone in his voice clear. “I ain’t tryna have your babies.”

“Yet.” Lestat quipped, calling himself finishing Louis’s sentence, his tone dripping with flirtation as he pulled the condom from the package. The sight of Lestat’s confident fingers expertly rolling it on sent a thrill through Louis, anticipation bubbling within him.

“Boy…” Louis chuckled, rolling his eyes, but the grin on his face betrayed his amusement. He spread his legs wider, inviting Lestat closer, exposing the warmth and softness that lay between them.

Lestat’s lips found his again as he lifted up Louis’s trembling legs and filled his slick entrance slowly with himself, the sensation sending a fresh wave of pleasure through Louis’s body as Lestat’s, making them both moan softly against each other’s lips.

Lestat’s movements were careful at first, gentle, as if savoring every inch of Louis’s body, his pace unhurried as he watched Louis’s reactions closely.

“You feel so good, mon amour,” Lestat murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion. He leaned down, capturing Louis’s lips in a heated kiss, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

Louis arched his back, his hips meeting Lestat’s movements, a soft moan escaping his lips as the sensations intensified. There was something so raw, so intimate in the way Lestat touched him, the way their bodies fit together. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure — it was the connection, the unspoken bond between them, the desire to be close, to be one.

Lestat’s pace quickened, his breath hot against Louis’s neck as his hands gripped Louis’s hips, pulling him closer, deeper. Louis’s body responded instinctively, his hips lifting to meet each of Lestat’s thrusts, his hands clutching at Lestat’s back, needing to hold on as the pleasure mounted.

The room felt impossibly hot, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together, the tension between them building higher and higher. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through Louis’s body, his mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled, completely consumed by Lestat.

“Lestat…” Louis breathed, his voice trembling with need as he felt the pressure building inside him, spiraling toward release. His body was on fire, every touch, every movement pushing him closer to the edge.

“I’ve got you,” Lestat whispered against his lips, his voice rough with desire. As their bodies settled into the faster, steady rhythm, Lestat’s eyes locked with Louis’s, the intensity of the moment magnified by the way they moved together. The heat between them was palpable, every touch, every thrust igniting something deeper, something raw and real.

“Louis,” Lestat murmured, his voice breathless, lips grazing Louis’s ear as he thrust deeper, “do you love me?”

Louis’s heart skipped at the question, his body tightening around Lestat’s as the weight of it settled over him. His breath came out in short gasps, but even through the haze of pleasure, the answer came easily.

“Yes,” Louis whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, his fingers digging into Lestat’s back as he pulled him closer. “I love you.”

The words seemed to fuel something in Lestat, his movements becoming more deliberate, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at Louis. “Say it again,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust as he nipped at Louis’s neck, his hips pressing harder, deeper.

“I love you,” Louis gasped, his voice barely a breath as Lestat’s body continued to drive into his, the intensity of their connection almost overwhelming. His mind swam with the sensation, his heart pounding in his chest as every inch of him responded to Lestat’s touch.

Lestat grinned wickedly against Louis’s skin, his lips ghosting over Louis’s throat as he whispered, “You’re so tight and beautiful, Louis.”

Louis moaned, his entire body trembling at Lestat’s words, the intensity of the moment making him dizzy. His fingers clung to Lestat’s back, needing to hold on as his body responded to every thrust, every whispered word of desire.

“You drive me crazy,” Lestat breathed, his voice thick with lust as he pressed deeper, his hips grinding against Louis in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Louis’s breath hitch. “I think about you every second, mon amour… Every time I touch you, I want you more. I want to hear you say my name.”

Louis’s voice was barely more than a moan as he whispered, “Lestat… please…”

“Please what?” Lestat teased, his voice dripping with playful seduction as he dipped his head, kissing a trail down Louis’s chest, his hips maintaining their relentless pace. “Dis-moi ce dont tu as besoin.”

Louis’s head fell back, his body arching into Lestat’s touch as the tension between them coiled tighter and tighter. “I need you… I need all of you.”

Lestat’s grin widened, his breath hot against Louis’s skin as he whispered, “You already got me, babe.” He threw Louis’s words from the yard back at him, which made Louis even hotter. “I’m yours.”

He captured Louis’s lips in another searing kiss, their bodies moving together in perfect sync as Lestat’s pace quickened, his breath coming out in short, ragged bursts. The intensity between them was unbearable now, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Louis’s body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Do you feel that, Louis?” Lestat groaned, his lips brushing Louis’s ear as he pressed deeper, harder. “Do you feel how perfect you are for me? I never want to stop touching you, making you mine.”

Louis’s voice was lost to the overwhelming sensation coursing through him, his whole body on fire as Lestat’s words and touch sent him spiraling toward release. The pleasure was all-consuming, his mind clouded with desire, his heart racing as Lestat pushed him to the brink.

With one final thrust, Louis’s body shattered beneath him, his back arching off the bed as he cried out, Lestat’s name spilling from his lips. The release tore through him, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he clung to Lestat, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

Lestat’s orgasm followed seconds later, his body shuddering as he buried himself deep inside Louis, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he spilled into him. His lips found Louis’s once more, the kiss soft and lingering, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing in sync. Lestat’s hand gently stroked Louis’s cheek, his eyes soft as he gazed down at him, the weight of his love clear in his gaze.

“You’re everything to me,” Lestat whispered, his lips brushing Louis’s softly. “You always have been.”

Louis smiled, his heart swelling with emotion as he reached up, his fingers gently caressing Lestat’s face. “And you’re mine.”

As the warmth of their shared moment faded, Lestat and Louis eventually untangled themselves from the bed, their bodies still humming from the intimacy they had just shared. Louis grinned as he pulled his jeans back on and slipped his cropped tee back on his body, catching Lestat’s playful smirk from the corner of his eye.

As Louis and Lestat made their way back out into the block party, the vibrant music and laughter welcomed them again. Louis, still feeling the ache of their earlier intimacy, walked a little slower than usual. Lestat, always so pleased with himself, had his arm slung casually around Louis’s waist, his grin unmistakably smug.

They hadn’t made it five steps before Grace and Paul, Louis’s younger siblings, caught sight of them. Grace raised an eyebrow, immediately noticing Louis’s unsteady steps, while Paul stood nearby, arms crossed, glaring suspiciously at Lestat.

“Hey, Lou,” Grace said, laughing, “why you walking like that, Lou? What was y’all up to in the house?”

Before Louis could answer, Paul, who never missed a chance to voice his disapproval of Lestat, cut in, his voice sharp and judgemental. “What did that French demon do to you?” He squinted a cold glance at Lestat, his disapproval practically radiating off of him. “Y’all shouldn’t even be thinking about any boot-knockin’ until marriage. And y’all shouldn’t be thinking about marriage at all.”

Louis sighed, caught between amusement and annoyance. He glanced over at Lestat, who raised an eyebrow, clearly finding Paul’s outburst more entertaining than offensive. With a playful smirk on his face, Louis turned back to his siblings, folding his arms.

“Look y’all,” Louis said, his tone full of exasperated humor, “I haven’t seen my man in months, okay? And if I wanna… show him how much I missed him… I can. Stay out of grown folks’ business.”

Grace burst into laughter, shaking her head as she backed off. “Alright, never mind, I don’t wanna know!” she teased, playfully waving her hands in defeat.

Paul, however, was not as amused, narrowing his eyes at Lestat. “The Lord is watching,” he muttered, crossing himself before storming off, shaking his head in disapproval.

Louis rolled his eyes, chuckling softly as he leaned into Lestat’s side. “I’m so sorry, honey,” he sighed, feeling lighter despite Paul’s stern warning.

Lestat chuckled lowly, planting a soft kiss on Louis’s temple. “It’s okay. I’m planning on taking you on tour out of New Orleans with me after my album release,” he whispered.