( it's not one-for-one, that can be quickly established. what it is, is pleasure-for-pleasure, a kind of reciprocal effect of her mental perception on david's. while david doesn't react to her grinding on lestat, while there's nothing to what she does, his interest seems wholly, entirely based on what she gets in return. so the answer is 'no', in and of itself, watching does nothing for david.
—and when it comes down to it, it's about connection. what connection is there to be obtained from just observing?
lestat's french gets translated without thought: it's heard and it's understood, and david almost rolls his eyes, his gaze sliding sideways even as dora murmurs a response, something that's vaguely affirmative, that says that she doesn't understand what he's saying per se, but she's hoping - imagining - that she gets the gist. enthusiasm and assent go a long way.
it is, then, clearly honest when david responds, )
No.
( and though his attention is still fixed on lestat, it's a touch firmer, the set of his mouth a little more petulant. there are ways around the physical, he'd established that much with syd, but that'd still managed to be close enough. this isn't that. his gaze slides from lestat, to dora, to the blonde, to where lestat's hands rest, his mouth pressed together, tight, contemplative. tense.
[ there's that tension again, shifting with david's sweeping gaze. lestat wants to reach out and strum it, pluck more strings to see how the younger man would react. what it would take to make the self denial break, to lure him into temptation.
such an interesting man, with such sharp edges.
lestat makes a breathless, soft moan into dora's mouth now, eyes fluttering closed. he's got david's full attention and relishes it, the show of it all. roaming hands slipping under his buttoned shirt to expose his marble skin to the air, swathes of toned flesh down to his navel shaded in deep blue light. kiss flushed lips still shiny with saliva, his eyes cracking open again to find david's. ]
Come. Take your fill. There is plenty to go around.
[ clever fingers slip up under dora's shirt to caress a full breast, though lestat never breaks eye contact with the other man. does he imply the sharing of the women, or himself? that's for david to figure out. ]
We want Daddy to join, yes? Doesn't he look lonely by himself?
[ devilish thing he is, lestat asks the two women this with faux innocence. finally breaking eye contact to smile up at them, to purr and coo and press kisses along their throats each in turn. of course his words are met with delighted affirmations and joyful glances back at david, gestures to join the three of them. ]
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Date: 2026-04-05 04:23 pm (UTC)—and when it comes down to it, it's about connection. what connection is there to be obtained from just observing?
lestat's french gets translated without thought: it's heard and it's understood, and david almost rolls his eyes, his gaze sliding sideways even as dora murmurs a response, something that's vaguely affirmative, that says that she doesn't understand what he's saying per se, but she's hoping - imagining - that she gets the gist. enthusiasm and assent go a long way.
it is, then, clearly honest when david responds, ) ( and though his attention is still fixed on lestat, it's a touch firmer, the set of his mouth a little more petulant. there are ways around the physical, he'd established that much with syd, but that'd still managed to be close enough. this isn't that. his gaze slides from lestat, to dora, to the blonde, to where lestat's hands rest, his mouth pressed together, tight, contemplative. tense.
he still wouldn't call it jealousy. )
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Date: 2026-04-05 04:55 pm (UTC)such an interesting man, with such sharp edges.
lestat makes a breathless, soft moan into dora's mouth now, eyes fluttering closed. he's got david's full attention and relishes it, the show of it all. roaming hands slipping under his buttoned shirt to expose his marble skin to the air, swathes of toned flesh down to his navel shaded in deep blue light. kiss flushed lips still shiny with saliva, his eyes cracking open again to find david's. ] [ clever fingers slip up under dora's shirt to caress a full breast, though lestat never breaks eye contact with the other man. does he imply the sharing of the women, or himself? that's for david to figure out. ]
We want Daddy to join, yes? Doesn't he look lonely by himself?
[ devilish thing he is, lestat asks the two women this with faux innocence. finally breaking eye contact to smile up at them, to purr and coo and press kisses along their throats each in turn. of course his words are met with delighted affirmations and joyful glances back at david, gestures to join the three of them. ]