My Roommate Is A Detective (2020)

My Roommate is a Detective (2020)

Set in the mid-1920s. A resourceful young police officer named Qiao Chu Sheng is on the trail of a brutal but devious killer. Realizing that the police force will need some extra help with this difficult case, he decides to form an elite crime-busting detective team. He reaches out to a young man who has recently returned from studying in Great Britain, Lu Yao. Qiao Chu Sheng has learned that Lu Yao has remarkable powers of deduction and a brilliant mind – and believes he can help crack this difficult case. To round off the team, he enlists the help of Bai You Ning, a focused young female reporter for a daily newspaper. A free-thinking, independent young woman, she has a strong sense of justice – and pledges to help catch the killer. The trio form a small detective squad that specializes in solving strange and unsettling murder mysteries.

Cast: Hu Yi Tan, Zhang Yunlong, Xiao Lan

REVIEW:

Enjoyable male leads, Hu Yi Tan and Zhang Yunlong are both funny and good looking hard to resist their charm. Their bromance in the show is great, Lu Yao (Hu Yi Tan) is a scaredy cat but a good detective even though he isn't an actual detective but more of a hired consultant when it comes to the cases, Qiao Chusheng (Zhang Yunlong) is charming and has that kung fu whit with his background being part of the mafia in china before being an Inspector for the Chinese police, The men are enjoyable to watch, but the female lead Xiao Lan as Bai Youning is one that will make your eyes roll when she is in the scene with the men but somewhat can be bearable at times. I preferred that she was either written as less annoying and dumb and more professional since she is supposed to be a journalist she acts more like a child who is just trying to annoy her father who is the powerful mafia-esque man in the city. I feel like this drama shouldn't need a female as a possible love but she ends up being it for Lu Yao. The chemistry feels more like a brother/sister thing with the way they act around each other and even Qiao Chusheng cant stand it either he walks either out the room when they bicker like siblings.

Dont get how they can actually have any romantic feelings though with the way they are written, Lu Yao being a smart yet scared man when it comes to danger and her acting like a little girl who just wants to make her father angrier when she is being disobedient. For a character who is supposed to be a journalist, she seems to do a decent job at getting answers but no manners at or professionalism when its expected when she is at a crime scene and such. Also dont really get why they have americans who seem to have a side agenda to get rid of Lu Yao which is odd and funny when they talk bc their voices seem dubbed in a horrible way even when Lu Yao and Bai Youning speaks their english is just smh bad hearing.

The only interesting thing mostly is the cases flow after each other episode-wise, when they solve one case another pops up right after. It usually takes two maybe 3 eps to solve a case but there's a flow to each ep after one ends and so on. Its the case-solving that interests me being a period type C drama. There is something about the plot that is similar to something that the US has done with a character that solves cases but has strong character to help out. Kinda like CASTLE, The Mentalist they both had that element with someone solving cases but needing the police to help close the case. China seems to take some spins on the american dramas which can be done vise versa.

If you are interested in looking for some fun case-solving stories in a Chinese drama this one would have to be one of them to watch. You might want to end up skipping scenes that have Bai Younning in it though which some say is true she's just a bad fit in a drama like this., but the men do alot more of the work than her which is more interesting so stay for the case solving and skip her if your use to annoying female leads which mostly happens when she acts like a child around Lu Yao.

Kurokura Fic Masterpost

🔞 = contains explicit sexual content

♨️ = will contain explicit content in a future chapter

CANON SETTING

♨️ Nepenthes

Summary Kurapika disguises himself to capture Tserriednich’s attention at the banquet. A drunk and devastated Kuroro interferes.

Notes Fake relationship. Black Whale arc. Rated M—eventually Explicit.

White Peonies

Summary Queen Oito searches for the brother she abandoned in Meteor City. When Kuroro bears a great resemblance to him, the implications are far greater than expected.

Notes Kuroro and Oito sibling theory. Black Whale arc. Rated T.

♨️ Skeleton Flower

Summary Kurapika dies. He gets one more chance to make things right. But this means preventing a massacre from ever happening, finding companions he has yet to meet, and fraternizing with an enemy—who isn’t truly his enemy anymore.

Notes Time travel. Black Whale arc. Rated M—eventually Explicit.

🔞 Nightshade

Summary Kurapika struggles with the realization that his worst enemy is the one destined for him.

Notes Omegaverse. Black Whale arc. Rated Explicit.

Narcissus

Summary Kuroro discovers what it’s like to belong to someone else.  

Notes Omegaverse. Black Whale arc. Rated T.

🔞 Snowdrop

Summary Kuroro knows nothing of a love apart from his Spiders. That doesn’t mean that he can’t learn.

Notes Omegaverse. Dark Continent arc. Rated Explicit.

🔞 Benefactor

Summary Kuroro and Kurapika have a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Notes Sugar daddy relationship. Post-Yorknew arc. Rated Explicit.

♨️ Vows

Summary Kurapika wakes up with a golden band on his ring finger and his enemy in his bed. Surprisingly, this is the least of his problems.

Notes Fake relationship. Post-Yorknew arc. Rated M—eventually Explicit.

Ceratonia

Summary Aboard the Black Whale, Kuroro avoids an assassination attempt and meets a son he has never known.

Notes Time travel. Kid from the future. Black Whale arc. Rated T.

Milkvetch

Summary There’s a child in the cradle of his arms, quiet and compliant as she stares up at Kurapika. The child’s eyes are red and that can only be an omen.

Notes Family dynamics. Post-canon. Rated T.

He Walks in Starlight

Summary Kurapika goes sightseeing in the Kakin Empire. He finds an unexpected companion along the way.

Notes First date. Post-Black Whale arc. Rated T.

Saudade

Summary In the aftermath of the succession war, Kurapika goes missing. Kuroro tries to find him.

Notes Mutual pining. Post-Black Whale arc. Rated T.

MODERN SETTING

🔞 Red Spider Lilies

Summary In another life, their paths cross once more. Kurapika is a normal college student who has no memories from his past life. On the other hand, Kuroro remembers absolutely everything.

Notes Reincarnation. Black Whale arc. Rated Explicit.

♨️ Swan Song

Summary Kurapika spends too much time dancing in the shadows, mirroring the moves of someone he’d rather be, and waiting for the day he can return to the music scene. Kuroro has a reputation of charming the world with the way he creates music, stealing hearts instead of precious jewels. He looks for someone every time he performs and hopes his muse will find him too captivating to stay hidden. At a concert, their eyes meet.

Notes Idols and celebrities. Dating scandal. Rated T—eventually Explicit.

🔞 Swipe Right

Summary Kurapika meets the man of his dreams on a dating app.

Notes Online dating. Rated Explicit.

🔞 Yes, Boss

Summary Kurapika surprises Kuroro at work.

Notes Boss and secretary relationship. Rated Explicit.

Proposal

Summary Kurapika is hired to sabotage Neon’s engagement to Kuroro. Things do not go as planned when he ends up replacing her as Kuroro’s fiancé.

Notes Fake relationship. Rated T.

Few of my fave creator gap moe

Reverse is appealing as well

AITA? I (26 M) assumed the bounty hunter out to kill me (18 M) was a woman. In my defense, he was dressed as such, with a long wig and feminine clothing. He seemed unreasonably annoyed at this, and all I said was that I didn’t “expect” the chain user to be a woman, which he was so peeved about he had to reveal his true gender to me. I dunno did he also think the chain user being a woman was incomprehensible? I admit I have my personal biases but I consider myself a feminist.

Edit: He’s trying to kill me because about 5 or 6 years ago me and my friends slaughtered his entire family.

Edit 2: I obviously respect women, three of my friends are women, I just was surprised initially that one could apprehend me in such a way since they’re small and weak. And obviously he was more surprised otherwise he wouldn’t have blown his cover.

Edit 3: oh my goddd enough with the whole “yta you killed his entire family” that was 6 years ago get a life smh

Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart

When Claudia gets her own coffin, it’s Lestat’s turn to share.

(AKA the very explicit coffin sex AMC never gave us in 1x04)

Also on AO3! (full tags listed here)

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Lestat was in the parlor playing one of his favorites of Bach’s Goldberg Variations at the piano when he heard Louis’ unmistakable footsteps behind him. He felt Louis’ hands on his shoulders next, and Lestat could not contain the smile that broke across his face. Louis had been freer with his affection since Claudia’s arrival into their lives and Lestat was eagerly soaking up every ounce of it he could get.

“Can I help you with something, mon cher?” Lestat asked as he leaned back against Louis’ frame and turned his face upward to look at him, his fingers still dancing delicately over the ivory keys. 

“I’ve been thinking…” Louis started, and Lestat watched as he moved to sit beside him with preternatural grace, his thighs spread distractingly wide as he straddled the wooden bench to face him.

“Rarely a good sign,” Lestat teased, and his smile widened when Louis rolled his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” he repeated, and Lestat could finally see a hint of that beautiful smile of his as he continued, “that maybe it’s time Claudia got her own coffin.” 

Lestat’s fingers paused abruptly over the piano keys, those words music enough for his ears. 

“Oh?” Lestat asked, his voice dipping with interest. “Tired of sharing?”

“Mmm, not quite,” Louis replied, voice just as low. “I was actually hoping someone else might keep me company for a change.”

Lestat felt a warm hand high on his thigh then, Louis’ fingers curling around it with intention. Such a simple touch it was, but intimate and more than enough to spark a fire low in Lestat’s belly. It had been a torturously long time since they’d made love, after all—their beloved but impulsive Claudia in need of minding nearly every minute of every night, it seemed—and the idea of finally having Louis to himself again made Lestat’s blood run hot.

“I believe that can be arranged,” Lestat purred, reaching up with one hand to cradle the side of Louis’ face, eyes focused on his mouth as he lightly traced his full bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. 

Louis’ hand twitched where it rested on his thigh and Lestat’s lips curled into a smile once more as Louis leaned forward and kissed him. Louis’ mouth was as soft and intoxicating as ever, the barest press of his tongue against Lestat’s lips all he’d needed to coax them willingly apart. 

As Louis dipped his tongue into his mouth, Lestat groaned and turned his body toward him, drawing one leg up onto the bench so he could face him properly, kiss him properly. Their knees knocked together awkwardly, but Lestat hardly noticed, too lost in Louis’ warm, hungry kisses to care about much else.

In fact, he was just entertaining the thought of climbing into Louis’ lap and putting the integrity of their piano bench to the test when suddenly he was rudely ripped from the moment by the sound of Claudia bounding down the stairs with all the poise of an elephant.

“Daddy Lou, Daddy Lou!” she called excitedly, stopping midway down the flight from the sound of it. “Come here, I gotta show you something!”

Louis broke the kiss and Lestat huffed dramatically as he tipped forward to rest his forehead in the crook of Louis’ neck, his fingers desperately clutching at Louis’ suit. 

To his credit, Louis gave his own quiet sigh before he answered her.

“Just a minute, little miss!” he called back. 

The sound of feet hitting the stairs followed and then faded as Claudia went, presumably, back to their shared coffin room. 

“Sorry,” he murmured regretfully into Lestat’s hair. Lestat felt him press a kiss there before resting his cheek against the side of his head for a moment in a quiet apology. 

Annoyance churned in Lestat’s gut along with his sexual frustration, but he had learned the hard way that any attempt to pull Louis from Claudia was unlikely to get him what he wanted. Besides, it was difficult to be angry when Louis was being so sweet to him. In the end, Lestat only sighed and forced a smile.

“Don’t be sorry, mon cher,” he said, leaning back to look at Louis as he ran his fingers under the lapels of his suit jacket to straighten it back into place. Then he let his voice return to a deeper register, the one he knew would make Louis weak at the knees, as he leaned in close and continued,“Just promise me that after we take her to the coffin shop tomorrow night, I will finally have you all to myself. My hunger for you has grown quite unbearable in these long months of deprivation, Louis.” 

Lestat watched with delight as his words and the tone of his voice reeled Louis back in, his pupil’s going wide once more before catching distractingly on Lestat’s lips. Oh, how he loved it when Louis wore his desire on his beautiful face. 

“Tomorrow night,” Louis agreed, licking his lips unconsciously. “Tomorrow night, I’m all yours.”

Lestat grinned triumphantly. “I’m looking forward to it,” he said, and thanked him with a brief, biting kiss before he turned back to the piano. 

Louis sat there next to him on the bench for another few seconds before, as if shocked back to reality by the music once Lestat resumed his playing, he jumped to his feet and started for the stairs.

The next night, Lestat idly picked the last of the coffin seller out of his teeth as he drove them all home. Biding their time for the streets to grow quiet enough to surreptitiously load Claudia’s new coffin—with the evidence of their crime carefully wrapped inside it so the soft pink satin wouldn’t stain, of course—had been a dull but necessary affair. The wooden box it had come in was not nearly as subtle as they might have hoped, sticking almost comically out of the back seat where they’d secured it best they could, but in the early hours of the morning, the only witnesses remaining in the streets were beggars and other miscreants too drug-addled and delirious with hunger to be credible. 

Claudia sat in the middle of the bench between them, grinning as she recalled the moment she saw the coffin seller’s confusion turn to shock and then to fear. Lestat couldn’t help but be charmed by her as she spoke—his little Infant Death, already relishing the kill without any instruction at all. There was hope for her yet.

His enjoyment of her blood lust soured slightly, however, when he caught sight of Louis’ grimace over the top of her head. This topic of conversation was not to his tender-hearted lover’s taste, it seemed.

Lestat held the wheel steady with his left hand as he moved his right to rest along the back of the seat, his arm stretching just far enough for him to brush his knuckles against the back of Louis’ neck. 

Louis startled slightly at the unexpected touch before their eyes connected and, realizing where it had come from, he relaxed back into it. Lestat held his gaze for just a moment before he looked back to the road and interrupted Claudia as she was mocking the coffin seller’s feeble cries for help.

“Ma petite,” he started, reluctantly pulling his hand from Louis’ skin to tug gently on the end of one braid to get her attention. “Why don’t you tell us what you want your new room to look like, hm? I can have someone come to begin drawing up plans tomorrow night, if you like.”

Claudia was all too happy to do just that, considering it was the first thing on her mind the moment they told her where they were going this evening, but it was the grateful smile Louis gave him that Lestat was really after. 

Lestat winked at him over Claudia’s head before he let his eyes return to the road, his right arm still stretched along the back of their seat, far enough that his fingers brushed Louis’ shoulder.

Later, while Lestat and Claudia argued over the placement of her new coffin—“Non, chérie, you are not going in between us. It will be too crowded. By the wall over there will do just fine, I think.”—Louis disappeared for a long bath. When he returned, he smelled of bergamot soap and was wearing the red silk pajamas Lestat had bought him the previous year. 

Lestat froze on the spot as soon as he saw him. Louis was always beautiful, but he was a vision in red. The mere sight of him wearing it never failed to set Lestat’s blood on fire and now was no exception, his heart beginning to race the moment their eyes connected. If the playful wink Louis shot his way was any indication, he knew exactly what he was doing to him. 

For himself, Lestat chose a white set of sleep clothes, an ironically angelic counterpoint to Louis’ fiendish crimson. Lestat usually never let a single drop of Louis’ precious blood spill, but if Louis let him drink from him tonight, Lestat hoped his shirt would stain with it—just a little, a sweet reminder of how much of himself Louis was willing to give him.

They all turned in for the morning soon after. Lestat’s eyes locked onto Louis with such a fine focus that he nearly walked straight into Claudia on his way to his own coffin. With a gentle touch to her upper arm, he moved her out of the way and continued on his path unimpeded. 

As he slipped by Louis, Lestat couldn’t resist the opportunity to brush his hand teasingly against the curve of his ass, and he took quiet delight in the responding smile Louis threw at him over his shoulder as he climbed into his coffin. Lestat followed suit shortly thereafter. 

He lied there in the dark for a brief but agonizing moment of anticipation before he could no longer tolerate the charade. If he focused, he could still hear the faint scratching of Claudia’s pen across the pages of her journal, but patience had never been a virtue of his. He refused to wait even another minute to have Louis in his arms, and so again he lifted the lid of his coffin as quietly as he could manage.

As he climbed out of his coffin, he saw Louis raise the lid of his own to welcome him. Lestat’s movements were silent as the grave, but the creaky hinges of his old wooden coffin gave a quiet groan as he closed it. 

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” Louis hushed as Lestat crossed the short distance between them, one finger pressed to his grin. 

“Don’t you shh me,” Lestat admonished playfully, lowering himself into the narrow space Louis left for him. 

Once again, Lestat was moved by how radiant Louis looked tonight. The bright crimson silk of his pajamas stood out beautifully against his smooth brown skin and the dark green satin lining of his coffin. On his face, he wore a fond smile meant just for him. 

“I missed you,” Louis said as Lestat shifted closer and rested his head on his arm, hand already outstretched to caress his cheek.

“You missed me?” Lestat asked, awe in his voice as his hand moved down the side of his neck to slip under the collar of his shirt. It wasn’t often that Louis voiced such sentiments aloud and to hear him say this so plainly made Lestat’s heart ache in his chest.

“Mhmm,” Louis nodded, bringing the lid of his coffin down and at last enveloping them both in darkness. He slipped his left arm around Lestat’s waist and snuggled close enough that Lestat could feel his breath fan against his cheek as he confided in a whisper, “I hated sleeping without you.”

Lestat swallowed thickly, overcome with love and struck speechless at the admission. And to think there had been weeks—months, even—before Claudia’s rebirth that Louis had spurned his every advance. Had he been secretly longing for this as much as Lestat had been as he’d slept through those long, lonely days without him, too driven by his anger and pride to allow himself this affectionate indulgence? 

The question lingered in Lestat’s mind until Louis finally leaned in to kiss him, nearly all his capacity for higher thought evaporating with that first touch of Louis’ lips. 

Lestat melted under his mouth, his eyes fluttering blissfully closed. He ran one hand from Louis’ shoulder to his back, the other pinned between their chests, just to feel the luxurious silk, warmed by Louis’ skin, against his fingers. They leisurely traded kisses for a long moment, simply enjoying the feel of each other pressed close,until Louis’ kisses began to take on that desperate edge Lestat knew so well. 

Lestat broke away from Louis’ mouth then, only to press more kisses along his cheek, then his jaw, before finally reaching his neck. He lingered over a spot just below the hinge of Louis’ jaw that had him gasping and craning his neck as if in silent offering. 

Lestat’s fangs ached as he caught the scent of Louis’ blood rushing through his veins beneath the bergamot soap he had washed himself with. The urge to pierce his skin and taste the immortal blood he himself had given him was nearly overwhelming, but instead of giving in to temptation without permission, Lestat merely teased the spot a little longer with his teeth and tongue before he spoke. 

“What will it be for us tonight, Louis?” Lestat whispered in French against his sensitive throat, his lips curling into a smile as he felt his beloved’s heartbeat grow even more erratic beneath them at the question. “Pleasures of the flesh?” he asked, pulling Louis even closer to him with a strong arm around his waist, until he could feel the hard length of Louis’ cock against his thigh. “Or the blood?”

Had Louis been sating himself on the blood of humans every night instead of the vermin of the street, Lestat might have been able to offer him both simultaneously. Now was decidedly not the moment to bemoan the limitations Louis’ vegetarianism imposed on their sex life, however—not with how Louis was tightening his fingers in Lestat’s hair and pulling him away from his neck and back into a proper kiss.

Pleasures of the flesh it is, then, Lestat thought, taking Louis’ redirection for the answer that it was. 

Lestat indulged his kisses a moment longer before he pulled away and pushed himself back up against the outer wall of the coffin. Louis made a soft noise of complaint at the distance between them until Lestat reached out to undo the buttons on Louis’ pajama shirt. Louis then began to do the same, his fingers fumbling with Lestat’s buttons in his haste to shove the garment off his shoulders. 

Once they were both free, the wiry hair covering Louis’ chest and stomach tickled Lestat as he pulled Louis close again, eagerly seeking out his mouth with his own. He felt Louis cup his face with his palm then, his thumb stroking gently over the apple of Lestat’s cheek as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

Lestat let his hand wander with a purpose as he kissed him back, down the length of Louis’ flank, his hip, his thigh—until finally he could hook his fingers under Louis’ knee. He pulled it up and over his hip, nudging his own thigh into the space he created between Louis’ legs to give him something to grind on. 

Louis took advantage immediately, sighing into Lestat’s open mouth as he finally got some proper friction on his cock. He sank his teeth into Lestat’s bottom lip as he rocked his hips against him, his fangs emerging just enough to break skin in his impatience. It took effort for Lestat to hold back the moan building in his chest as Louis suckled at the wound, the sharp bite of pain and the taste of his own blood lighting a spark of pleasure he felt all the way down his spine on its way to his groin. 

Emboldened by Louis’ blatant desire, Lestat slipped a hand down the back of Louis’ pajama pants. When Louis made a soft sound in the back of his throat and shoved his hips back a little in encouragement, he let his fingers slip between his cheeks. He had intended only to tease Louis as he ground his cock against his thigh, but as soon as his fingers got close to Louis’ hole, he felt the familiar slickness of oil on his skin and realized what it was exactly that Louis wanted tonight. 

“Louis,” he whispered reverently against his mouth, pressing deeper until the pads of two fingers slipped roughly over his hole. He could feel how open he was, how slick and warm inside as he pressed just the tip of one thick finger past his rim. He couldn’t stop himself from asking, in French again, lest the walls have ears, “When? In the bath?”

He closed his eyes and pictured it—Louis hiding the jar of oil he keeps on the top shelf of his armoire in his pajamas as he went to the bathroom, scrubbing himself clean in their claw-footed bathtub, and then leaning over the edge of it to fuck himself open on his fingers so the water wouldn’t wash the oil away. Did he tease himself, drawing out the process while Lestat and Claudia bickered in the other room? Or was he quick and efficient as he stretched himself for Lestat’s cock, too eager for the real thing to waste any time getting back to him?

“‘M all yours tonight, remember?” Louis answered in kind, before letting out a shuddering breath against Lestat’s mouth as his finger probed deeper, just barely managing to brush that spot inside him despite the awkward angle.

“You’re always mine, Louis,” Lestat reminded him, that familiar possessiveness flaring up unexpectedly inside him. “Always.”

Louis cursed as Lestat pulled his finger out of him only to push back in with two. He opened beautifully for him, his body accepting the intrusion without much resistance at all, even as Lestat spread his fingers to test the give of him. Louis had been very thorough, it seemed, and it wasn’t long before Lestat had him writhing on three fingers.

“Lestat,” Louis gasped softly into Lestat’s neck, tightening his leg around his hip to nudge him closer when he could take no more of it—too overcome with desire to practice that restraint he so prided himself on. “Please,” he begged and reached down between them to rub wantonly over Lestat’s cock where it was still trapped in the confines of his cotton pajamas. 

The friction of his touch put Lestat’s own desire in the center of his mind, and though he could have joyfully teased Louisuntil the sun was high in the sky and there were tears of frustrated pleasure streaming down his cheeks, in that moment Lestat could not think of a single reason to deny him. 

“Turn over,” Lestat said at last, stealing one final kiss before gently taking his fingers out of him. 

It was difficult in such a tight space, but Louis managed it without issue. Lestat crowded up against his back and shoved his pajamas off his own hips as Louis did the same. He paused as he heard Louis fumble with something for a second before he passed him a small, familiar bottle over his shoulder. 

Lestat took the oil from Louis and used it to slick his cock, taking care not to spill a drop and ruin the lining of his coffin. When he was finished, he took himself in hand and nudged the thick, swollen head of his cock up against Louis’ hole. He teased him there for a moment, pressing just hard enough that Louis could feel the pressure of it, but not enough to breach him until Louis reached back to place an urging hand on Lestat’s hip and his own need became too much to ignore.

Lestat sank his cock into him in a slow and steady press, making sure that Louis felt every inch he gave him. As he carved a space for himself inside him, he listened carefully to the labored cadence of Louis’ breathing for any sign of true discomfort and ran his palm soothingly over his flank. When he was fully seated, he wrapped his arms securely around Louis’ waist and pressed soft kisses to his neck and shoulder as he gave Louis time to adjust to the intrusion, desperately trying to distract himself from how badly he wanted to move. 

He didn’t have to wait long. It had been months since they’d been together in this way, but Louis’ body remembered him, it seemed, because soon Louis was shifting back impatiently against him to let him know he was ready for more.

Lestat began to rock against him then, drawing his hips back and forth in a slow, undulating rhythm that drove Louis mad as much as it brought him pleasure—enough to build the heat between them, but not enough to fully satisfy.

“C’mon, I won’t brea—” Louis whispered, cutting off with a gasp as Lestat interrupted him with a sharp thrust, his cock angled to brush right up against Louis’ prostate.

Lestat could feel more than hear Louis’ sudden intake of breath as he did it and he couldn’t help but hide his smug smile in the dip of Louis’ neck. 

“Patience, Louis,” Lestat whispered as he did it again, slower this time, grinding his hips firmly against Louis’ ass and forcing him to take him as deep as he could get. Louis gripped helplessly at the arm across his waist, his fingernails biting gently into Lestat’s skin. “As much as I would love to make you scream, we don’t want to wake our little nightshade, now, do we?”

Louis gasped quietly at the reminder of Claudia, as if he’d forgotten she was still in the room with them. 

“Don’t talk about her when—“ Louis started, but then cut himself off, prudishness getting the better of him.

“When what, Louis?” Lestat asked as he continued leisurely fucking in and out of him, unable to resist the opportunity to scandalize him a little more. “When I’ve got her daddy sitting on my cock in the next coffin over?”

“Fuck you,” Louis shot back, but the expletive lacked heat given the tremble in his voice and the way he was still rocking back against him, his head tipped back against Lestat’s shoulder.

“Perhaps another night, my love,” Lestat sighed against the sensitive skin below his ear, his lips curling into a wicked grin that Louis couldn’t see. “I’m enjoying our current configuration too much to think of switching it now,” he continued, his hand snaking down Louis’ belly to finally wrap around his cock, still flushed and weeping pre-come from his slit, “as are you, it seems.”

“Fuck me like you mean it, then,” Louis demanded, desperation clear in his voice, and Lestat met that challenge with a grin.

“As you wish,” Lestat replied and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Louis’ neck before picking up the pace. 

The soft, slick sounds of skin on skin were obscene as Lestat finally began to fuck Louis the way he needed, and the struggle to keep from crying out with pleasure only became more torturously difficult the closer to climax Lestat grew. He had always been a very vocal and enthusiastic lover, and it went against the grain to silence himself so. Louis, on the other hand, usually had no problem being quiet, still somehow able to cling to his self control even while he was getting fucked. 

Lestat noticed with pride, however, that with each targeted pass of his cock over his prostate, Louis was finding it harder and harder to stay silent, his panting breaths echoing louder and louder in the confines of his coffin. Under normal circumstances, Lestat would have taken it upon himself to make Louis lose his grip on that control, to make him shout as he found his pleasure. Those precious sounds were for Lestat’s ears and Lestat’s ears alone, however, and he had enough restraint left in him to wait until they have more privacy to hear them. 

Instead, he moved his hand from where he had been leaving fleeting bruises in the flesh of Louis’ hips and brought his fingers to Louis’ mouth. Louis seemed to get the idea and let his full lips part enough for him to slip two of them inside. 

He eagerly sucked on Lestat’s fingers, as if hungry for the weight of them against his tongue as they inched toward the back of his throat. Louis’ heavy breaths were muted, but now Lestat had the wet sounds of his mouth in his ear driving him to madness. He only wished he could watch him properly, see those beautiful full lips wrapped sinfully around his fingers, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on them as if they were a replacement for his cock.

When Louis had had his fill, he reached up and grabbed Lestat’s wrist to pull his fingers free. With their hands joined together, Louis guided him down to his aching cock, begging without words for Lestat to finally touch him there with purpose. Lestat did so gladly, relishing the way Louis’ cock jumped against his palm as he wrapped his fingers, still wet from Louis’ mouth, around it and began to stroke.

Louis was close now, Lestat could tell. He could feel it in the way he tightened around him, the way soft little whimpers were making it past his lips unbidden, the way he could hear every movement of his hand over Louis’ cock from how much he was dripping. 

“That’s it, Louis,” Lestat purred in Louis’ ear, voice no louder than a whisper as he coaxed him. “Come for me.”

Louis shuddered as he came moments later, and Lestat fucked him through it, catching his release in his hand so it wouldn’t stain his bedding. The feeling of Louis tightening around his cock was so exquisite, Lestat had to fight to keep himself from following him. He watched Louis’ face hungrily in the dark as he fell apart instead, utterly infatuated with the way his brow drew together and his mouth dropped open on a silent moan. He committed every detail to memory as if he hadn’t seen and felt it happen a million times before. 

He moved to pull out as Louis’ orgasm subsided, intending to finish over his fist onto the curve of his ass, but Louis’ hand shot out to cover his hip and guide him closer.

“In me,” Louis begged him, voice rough even though he’d barely used it. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Lestat groaned in his ear, rolling his hips forward once more until Louis was so full it left him gasping. “You’ll ruin your pajamas.”

“Why you think I wore red?” Louis rasped.

Lestat laughed, a shocked, elated sound, and Louis’ whispered admonishment for the noise quickly dissolved into bitten back whimpers of overstimulation as he started fucking him again. Lestat had half a mind to draw this out, to coax Louis back to hardness and make him come again before he found his own pleasure, but the moment he tried to take hold of his cock again, Louis grabbed his wrist to stop him. It was probably for the best—Lestat wasn’t long for it, anyway.

As Lestat chased the sweet release of his own orgasm, Louis brought his hand back to his mouth. It was with Louis wantonly licking his own come from between Lestat’s fingers that at last the rhythm of his hips stuttered and finally he came, burying his face in Louis’ neck to stifle his moan. 

Eyes still closed, Lestat felt his fingers fall from Louis’ lips as his pleasure faded and the world began to come back to him, bit by bit. The mingled sound of their labored breathing filled the air around them, along with the intoxicating scent of blood and sex and Louis’ delicate bergamot soap. 

Lestat held Louis close, his face still buried in his neck as he peppered his skin with reverent kisses. He could have fallen asleep like this, sated and warm in Louis’ embrace, still tethered to him in the most intimate way. It wasn’t long before Louis grew restless in his arms, however, and the need to uncouple became too strong to ignore.

Louis could not entirely cover his wince as Lestat slowly pulled out of him. If they had been in their bed, with the proper space, Lestat would have relished the sight of his spend dripping out of him, but instead he reached for the white shirt Louis had pulled off him earlier and used it to clean him up as best he could before discarding it. 

Had they been truly alone, the two of them would have simply ended up kicking their pajamas to the bottom of the coffin, but the last thing either of them needed was Claudia waking them in the middle of the day to find her parents naked. No, Louis’ mortification would not be worth the lesson that mistake would teach. Instead, they both righted their pants before at last Louis turned around to face Lestat and pressed close to kiss him.

“You made such a mess of me,” Louis whispered, still in French, in between slow, wet kisses, “I’ll need another bath.”

“I’ll wake you before dusk and we can take one together,” Lestat replied, knowing Claudia should still be fast asleep. It had been so long since he had joined him the bath and Lestat ached for the simple pleasure of Louis washing his hair again. 

“Mmm, I’d like that,” Louis hummed contentedly, his smile soft and hazy with both affection and exhaustion. 

Louis gave Lestat one final kiss before he laid his head on his chest, his left arm wrapped loosely around his waist. In that moment, the crushing loneliness Lestat had begun to feel creeping in on him the longer Louis had avoided him felt like nothing but a distant memory—a nightmare, even, banished by the light of Louis’ smile and the comforting warmth of his touch.

“I’ve missed you too, Louis,” Lestat whispered against the top of his head once Louis’ breathing had evened out. “More than you could ever know.”

He had assumed Louis was already asleep, but Louis surprised him then by tightening his arm around his waist and pressing a tender kiss right above his heart. Lestat felt tears prick his eyes, touched by Louis’ silent gesture of love more than words could say.

At long last, Lestat closed his eyes and for the first time in what felt like ages, with Louis’ head cushioned on his chest and their hearts once more beating in sync, sleep came to him easily.

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