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Louis had been going through random boxes of stuff that had been in storage, shuffled from various houses between them from town to town for literally centuries. There was no organization, priceless sentimental antiques were mixed up with things Louis recognized as very recently modern. They really had to learn how to let things go, and by *they* Louis meant namely a certain materialistic blonde. 'You've made a junk shop of eternity', that was something he remembered once bitingly saying to Lestat, and the sentiment still applied.
Some nights when Louis was bored, he liked to pick through a couple of boxes here and there. It was a masochistic gamble, sometimes the objects within brought back warm memories decades buried but more often they came with a bitter cutting heartache. Even the fond memories came with a certain sense of grief for the way things once were.
Tonight's most interesting find was no exception in the mixed emotions department. Louis had fished out, and was now holding reverently, a worn old leather collar and leash; it was from Lestat's old companion, Mojo. The German shepherd had died of old age. Louis thought of his death as recent, but it was really more than two entire dog life spans ago; just a blink from their immortal perspectives but long enough that the pain finally didn't sting Lestat so much anymore, and for that he was glad. Loving an animal as a vampire was setting yourself up for heartbreak, a decade and a half at best? That was truly insignificant in the scheme of eternity.
He understood the sentimental nature of keeping the items, but the same was true for any item in any of the boxes, they all held a story of a slice of time or soms love lost. But the longer he held the tools, the more Louis couldn't bring himself to want to return them to the box, for an entirely different reason. Some secret, twisted part of his mind wanted to squirrel the implements away in his secret drawer for later bedroom games. He couldn't quit picturing Lestat looking up at him expectantly, naked while wearing the leather strip around his neck, the leash held firmly in Louis's fist. The leather had begun to soften in the warmth of his freshly-fed grip and he could still smell the dog's scent imprinted there.
Occasionally, it was almost as if Lestat *could* read Louis's mind, it also seemed that it was usually at only the most humiliating of times. Lestat had a definite talent for sniffing that kind of stuff out. So of course it was now, of all times, that the blonde chose to ascend the steps into the candle-light filled attic room—Louis did still prefer candles whenever he could get away with forgoing electric lights, this nostalgic task had seemed particularly suitable for it—and pulled Louis from his fantasy.
Louis, a bit too hastily, shoved his hand behind his back. It was the weakest attempt at hiding the collar and leash he could have possibly mustered, he looked like a guilty child. Louis had brought this down upon himself. Nothing strange would've been thought about the situation had it not been for his so obviously awkward behavior.
Lestat smiled slyly and laughed. "Oh? And what is this? Is that what you want, Mon cher, to have me for a pet? I know at times you already think me a dog. I can be that, for you."
Lestat dropped to his knees, smirking. He didn't wait for any reply from Louis, he came on strong and fast as he swiftly shed his clothing, piece by piece into an unceremonious pile.
"You should use that pretty little plug, the one with the real fox fur tail that I discovered while rummaging through your drawers recently. Slide it right up inside my hole. Have me wag my tail for you," Lestat purred.
Louis blushed hotly, he hadn't known that Lestat had found his stash of sex toys. He felt a fleeting moment of wanting to let himself be angry that Lestat had violated his privacy, but he supposed he should have just assumed he couldn't actually hide anything from his husband, especially the details of a kinky surprise he hadn't had the courage to approach bringing into play yet.
"I'll be a good boy for you, Louis. *Your* good boy."
Louis pushed himself through the shock of his silly little fantasy being so suddenly exposed and slowly bent down to properly fit the not-so-patiently-waiting Lestat with the collar and leash he had been twisting nervously in his hands since the start of their encounter. He looked good in it, *very* good.
"Gotta think of a new reason for keeping things like this around, since Mojo doesn't have a use for them anymore," Lestat gave a dry forced little laugh at his own bit of morbid humor before meeting Louis with a seductive smirk. "And I think this is definitely a good reason. I'm sure I look better in it anyway," Lestat chuckled, tilting his head, whether intentionally or not, already seeming to imitate an interested dog.
Louis reached out to gently capture Lestat's chin in his fingers, an unfamiliar gesture as it was usually reversed for them, and Lestat gave his hand a playful, intentionally extra sloppy lick.
"Ugh, bad dog! I'll neuter you if you aren't careful," Louis quipped back reflexively wiping his hand off on his pants.
"Oh? but we both know how much you'd regret it if you did such a thing, darling. Surely you aren't forgetting that I'm a champion stud dog?" They both laughed.
"But a proper dog needs a tail, go now and fetch anything you need to play with me, Louis," Lestat said wiggling his ass in the air salaciously and whimpering in canine mockery.
"Ah, ah, don't forget to tie me up, you never know where I might run off to while you're gone!"
Louis stopped, and turned back around on his heels. He rolled his eyes and tried to take the leash, which was now in Lestat's mouth, he held it firmly in his teeth and shook his head back and forth as Louis wrestled him over it. He finally got the slobbery piece of leather liberated from Lestat and tied it around the leg of the table. "Stay," he commanded, feeling quite silly saying such a thing. Commanding Lestat to do anything he didn't want to do was as useless as an umbrella in a hurricane.
Louis returned with the aforementioned buttplug, a bottle of lubricant, and a small glass bowl. After a second of self-doubt over the entire situation, Louis patted his thigh and motioned to Lestat.
"Okay, come here then, and I'll give you a proper tail."
Within seconds, Lestat was sprawled out in front of him, ass eagerly angled directly toward him, with no shame at all in so brazenly begging to be played with. Louis rubbed the slicked up metal tip of the plug against his husband's hole before pushing it in and out in tiny, teasing increments, working the lube inside while also serving to work Lestat's cock to full attention. Lestat whimpered and whined, trying to push back to get it in already. Louis held him steady, soothing and patting him like an animal.
"Yes, please, do it Louis, slip it up into me. I so adore it when you do. Nothing beats the divine feeling of you pushing something against my insides—well except for when I do it to you," Lestat purred in his most breathless, seductive tone.
"You sure talk a lot for a dog," Louis chastised. Then he pushed the plug all the way home in one rough shove.
Lestat did make a more animal sound now, Louis didn't know whether the primal noise was planned or purely inspired by the action. Either way it made his gut twist.
"Good boy." He stroked Lestat's flanks and chest before pulling the tail lightly in assessment. Louis let his hands following the muscular contours of his lover's buttocks and thighs, down, around, and then back up to let his fingers slip over the swollen flesh that hung there. It brought a whimper from Lestat as Louis now stroked over the heated skin with a maddeningly loose grip. He began to hunch his hips dramatically to try and make greater contact.
"Uh, uh, no humping!" Louis swatted him playfully.
Lestat whined and turned to blink at him with big, pleading eyes. Damn, he was too good at this. It took everything in Louis to not give in and immediately grant his husband the pleasure he wanted—and that Louis just as desperately wanted to give.
Lestat totally blew off his admonishment and doubled down, he grabbed Louis by the thigh and pressed his body tightly against Louis's shin, thrusting his groin shamelessly while nuzzling and licking at Louis's clothed crotch. Louis stood momentarily frozen in this sudden onslaught of desire. Lestat grew impatient and reached up to attempt to pop the button on Louis's trousers.
"Uh, uh, dogs don't have hands, now do they?" Louis smirked swatting at him again.
Lestat slammed his palms back to the floor and looked up with those damned expertly curated saucer-plate eyes. His whine and expressive need undid Louis, leading to him to do the same to his pants. He pulled his stiffened cock out and presented it like a treat. Lestat snuffled and huffed at it before practically jumping on him, a heavy weight with his upper body, strong hands on his thighs, knocking him back; he let himself be muscled down by Lestat's enthusiasm and hints of guidance into the nearest chair—even when submissive Lestat truly did always have to be in control. Instead of raising the usual annoyance it made Louis chuckle in this moment. No sooner had his ass contacted the chair than Lestat fell on him, sniffing and licking and nuzzling, drooling freely as he whined and panted. It was very authentically *animal*. Then he felt that lovely mouth take him in and begin to suckle.
"Dogs don't suc–" he abandoned his protest even before finishing it as Lestat expertly took him down to the base. Fuck it, he was far too horny to protest realism in their game anymore.
He moaned and combed his delicate fingers through Lestat's mane as the man sucked him madly. He knew Lestat would consider this a win over Louis, but he suddenly could care less about that too, not when losing felt this good.
"Good boy, good dog," Louis gasped, his cock already giving a shameful warning twitch. "You really like your treat don't you?" Louis antagonized.
Lestat whimpered before pawing aggressively at Louis still-clothed thighs. Louis understood the request and lifted his hips for Lestat to claw his trousers down and off of his body. He wiggled his way further between Louis's legs now, licking wet stripes up his inner thighs before nestling himself down between his cheeks and giving a very canine series of inhales. This sensation, along with Lestat's long, low, wanton whine made a dribble of fresh pre-cum grace the tip of Louis's flushed cock.
Then Lestat's tongue forced and slithered its way up against Louis's hole, wringing a surprised cry from him. Lestat nuzzled aggressively up against the backs of Louis's thighs, signally for him to pull his legs up and grant more efficient access to Lestat's latest treat. Stupidly slow in his pleasure haze he realized this and drew his legs up onto the chair, nearly timidly; usually this was not an act he had to consciously commit, because Lestat was the one to force and hold his legs back to get at exactly what he was after. Lestat's tongue delved deeper and deeper.
"Ahh, yesss, such a good boy," Louis praised nearly incoherently.
Lestat was grinding pathetically on his leg again, but this time wasn't reprimanded for it. After a few minutes of the sobering mouth at his hole, he felt Lestat claw at his thighs urgently, leaving pretty red lines which would disappointingly heal within a few minutes. In his impatience, he decided Louis was much too slow to catch on, so he took the liberty of using his hands to flip Louis over so he was bent over the chair on his stomach, hands touching the floor on the opposite side.
Louis only just now realized that he was still absently holding the end of the leash. He pulled on it guiding Lestat back to his ass, and reached back to push his face once again into the muscular, yet plump flesh. The feeling of Lestat's tongue in him from behind made Louis grow dizzy. He spread himself to help his pet get deeper. He held the leash viciously taut now, as to silently threaten that Lestat was not to stray from his current task. From where it was being once again ground on his calf, he felt Lestat's cock pulse with every jerk of the leash or every time Louis pushed his ass back against Lestat's wonderful mouth.
"What a good pet I have, I think you've earned yourself some relief. Come on, boy," Louis breathed as he guided Lestat by leash, patting his ass to indicate that he should mount his master.
Lestat grabbed him around the hips and hauled him down to an appropriate position, being sure to let his nails rake Louis's sensitive skin heavily. He poked his tip teasingly to Louis's hole.
"Lube, get the lube please. I don't care that dogs can't apply lubricant, you get a pass for that. I definitely need it to take your dick," Louis laughed, slight panic in his voice over the fact that Lestat had likely been about to savage him both mostly dry *and* opened only by his tongue and not his fingers.
"No worries, mon cher, these paws are *very* talented," Lestat chuckled, licking one last stripe from Louis's balls to the top of his crack.
Louis shuddered and squirmed. He heard the click of the lube cap and then felt Lestat give him a slick finger, then another in quick succession.
Even with the bit of extra preparation it was still so much when he felt Lestat thrust himself in from behind.
"Fuuckkk," Louis groaned.
Lestat was now fully sheathed and leaning down over his back heavily.
"Oh, this is definitely *not* how a dog *fucks* either, love, do you wish for me to go back into character and demonstrate?" Lestat hummed in a teasing lilt.
"Do it then, fuck me like the animal we know you really are."
With that Lestat began to piston his hips mercilessly into the smaller man under him. Louis yelped and gripped the wood of the chair hard enough to splinter it.
"Oh God, Lestat," he gasped.
He could tell Louis was suffering a bit for his sake, but he suddenly felt wicked.
"Sorry, dogs don't know self control. I'm afraid they also don't know the word stop when it comes to their lust either, dear. Nothing you can do can stop me from breeding you now."
The slapping of hips to thighs and both men's grunts and whines populated the air. Despite the pain, Louis was still rock hard. He let his hand find it's place on his own cock as Lestat continued to ravage him brutally. It felt like his lungs were being forced out of place with each quick slam. The ripping, burning ache of the thick cock carving out a place inside of him eventually became a numb warmth that he started to need. By comparison, his own hand was not nearly enough.
Every nerve inside of him was alive with this primal union as Lestat shifted his angle and skillfully—and quite surprisingly, Louis hadn't expected to have it build up in such a rush, nor that he'd lose it so incredibly quickly— he forced Louis's orgasm to converge from all points of his body and out of his trembling cock. His husband absolutely bellowed at the raw pleasure Lestat's ceaseless hips had brought in such quick order.
Feeling the spasms of his lover's body, the blonde man allowed himself to follow. But Lestat didn't withdraw his spent cock, he had that lovely ability to stay hard nearly as long as he wanted—often when it was unwanted as well. He collapsed over Louis's back, a grounding weight, as he let his hands wrap and squeeze tightly around Louis's hips and down the front of his thighs, not letting Louis back off of his cock even a little. The dark haired man squirmed.
"Uh, uh, I've got you in a tie, mon cher, do you not remember how dogs do it?" He whispered directly into Louis's ear, pulling a low whine from him that made *him* now seem more the animal.
Louis's mind wandered back to countless memories of the days on the farm or old times when animals more freely roamed the streets, seeing two dogs locked together post-coitus had definitely been a common sight. It stirred something in him, and he let his imagination fill in the gaps of how it might feel if Lestat's anatomy was such that it could actually force such a tie to occur.
As if knowing exactly what Louis was fantasizing about, Lestat added his own words of encouragement. "My cock, locked inside you so deep, keeping my seed from leaking so it can do it's job. I told you I was going to breed you."
He felt Lestat's cock more than ever as it rested obtrusively against his oversensitized insides, impossibly still hard enough to give a noticable twitch within. Louis squeezed down on it, then pushed with his muscles in a logically futile attempt at dislodging it. Lastly he did his best to thrash. No tactic nor mild tantrum made any difference at all in his reality. Lestat just hummed in low, growling amusement as he held firm. Louis finally resigned himself to being speared on his partner's cock and in his possessive grip for as long as Lestat saw fit.
The blonde began softly licking and sniffing at the contours of his ear and then his neck as he hunched his hips ever so slightly, giving him just enough stimulation to undo Louis, forcing his exhausted organ to plump a bit once more. He reached back to pat Lestat as one would do an animal.
"What a very good dog I have, breeding me so well; making damn sure he puts his puppies in me."
Lestat still played into their game as he gave two deep barks. It made Louis laugh and distracted him momentarily from the overstimulating situation.
He twisted around and let his hand continue back over Lestat's rump, gripping the fur of the tail-plug and giving it a firm little tug. He felt Lestat's cock jump again. Lestat whined, a sound loaded with need. Louis wound the tail around his hand to keep constant tension on it as Lestat gave tiny jerks with his hips, shifting the plug within himself in the process. He practically fucked himself as he let the plug be pulled nearly out of his body before squeezing his muscles and drawing it completely back inside, whimpering and spasming there, still draped over and in Louis.
"Aww, I think puppy likes it when I pull his tail. Are you gonna fill me up with more cum? Think you can do that for me, huh?"
Lestat quietly barked in response, wagging his ass back and forth to confirm this and further stimulating himself as Louis still held the tail as he did so.
Louis took charge a little more and worked his fingers up the length of fur to pet at Lestat where the plug protruded. His fingers finding their way around the base, he pulled at the plug enough to bring it nearly out before sinking it in again and repeating the process. Lestat was now doing something with his hips that could be functionally called fucking as Louis fucked him with the metal plug.
"Mmm so the pooch likes being screwed too I see," Louis teased as he increased the pace at which he was pushing and pulling the toy.
He wished he could plunge his fingers into Lestat, but the angle just wasn't right in this position. He pushed the base of the plug up, sending the tip of it in aimed downward, knowing it would stimulate his lover more directly. The mewling howl told him he had been right.
"Cum for me puppy, come on, shoot inside of me again. I know you can. Give me a nice big litter to carry."
Lestat was now properly fucking him again, but less than steadily and without the intent to please, he was indeed about to climax a second time. This suited Louis just fine, a dog had nothing to prove, after all—plus Louis was glad for the pressure not being on him to cum again too, he really didn't think he could demand anything further of his own body right now.
Louis was pistoning the plug in and out in time with Lestat's thrusts, the slick little squelching sounds of their actions were more than erotic. Clawing frantically at Louis's skin, Lestat erupted unceremoniously into Louis's swollen insides with a growling grunt.
"Oh, that's it. Gooood boy. My good, good boy, look at you, mating your master so well!"
Lestat was shaking now. Removing his hand from the tail plug, Louis let it sink back into his husband's body as it naturally wanted to, giving him something to squeeze against and keep the feeling going; he knew Lestat liked a little bit of gentle prostate stimulation through and immediately after his orgasms.
They both just laid together in a panting, messy pile for a few moments. Then Lestat swiftly pulled out of Louis and rushed to begin lapping ravenously at the resulting gush of his own fluids that escaped. He really was eating Louis's ass like a starving dog, whimpering, whining, and snarling for effect. Louis petted at his head and held the leash firmly again. He was so overstimulated that he was unaware of the incoherent little sounds he was making himself. He went to push Lestat away and got a sharp growl in response.
"Okay, okay, enough! I'm so sen–" he yelped as Lestat licked a wet stripe up his balls to the tip of his spent cock.
Then he playfully cleaned up the traces of Louis's release that had nearly dried over the skin of his belly and thighs.
"Okay I'm all clean, good boy," Louis said patting him rather dismissively, as if to hope he would loose interest in further teasing Louis so mercilessly if he was released from his character.
Just the opposite was probably true. Lestat himself was a brat and an instigator, not just when he was playing one within a negotiated bedroom dynamic.
Lestat's response surprised him.
"Then just let me lay at your feet for awhile. Pet me, and tell me how good I was for you, tell me again what a good boy I am. Tell me how you love that I'm yours, Louis. Because I am. Yours." He smiled up at Louis too softly.
Louis breathed out, leaning down in the chair now and forced his body from its heightened state down into something resembling a sense of calm. He began to stroke Lestat's sweaty hair until it became a soothing hypnotic motion for both of them.
Lestat bowed and began to kiss Louis's feet, gently and reverently, giving soft licks between the toes to make Louis squirm.
"Sorry, I'm not the most creative when it comes to kinky ideas in actual practice. I just freeze up and don't follow through. I was going to make you eat cum out of that bowl I brought up here, but you didn't let me get that far. Plus, I guess that's not much of a humiliation or anything, actually much more of a reward for you, being a purebred Dickhound and all..."
"I, sir, am an All-genitalia-enjoying-hound. Get it right," Lestat laughed, huffing his breath against the tops of Louis's feet.
"Though I do much prefer eating cum out of your ass to any other serving option. In fact, I'm tempted to put some more in there so I can do just that again."
"Lestat...no way," Louis whined, swatting him like a bad dog.
He whined and nipped at Louis's ankle before rolling over, comically holding his hands folded up by his chest like paws and exposing his belly while pouting dramatically with his lower lip. Louis kicked gently at him before he ran his bare foot over Lestat, dipping it down and grabbing the fox fur tail between his toes. Lestat gave a little whining gasp. With vampiric dexterity he yanked the plug free and let it thump loudly to the floor.
"Okay, you're released from your doggy duty now. I think that thing was keeping you too horny," Louis joked.
Lestat was once again suddenly too intense, too serious in his expression and manor.
"Was I everything you wanted? Was it as good as what you imagined when you were driven by desire to obtain the plug?"
"Uh huh, you are always so good to me, baby," Louis said, voice husky as he nodded softly, pulling Lestat up by the leash one more time to kiss him.
Louis reached around to unbuckle the collar with his lips still pressed to his husband's. When he broke the kiss, Lestat's eyes were sparkling and giddy like a child's.
"That's all I need," he whispered before mischievously licking a fat, extra wet trail up the side of Louis's face, making his lover recoil and wipe his cheek in automatic disgust.
Louis's face remained twisted in a grimace as he shook his head, breathing out in exasperation.
"You damned brat."