ofmisfortune | ♝ i . c. i n b o x

[ Humming in encouragement, he rolls his hips once or twice more, continuing to stoke Vanitas against his own stomach. With a bit of successful multitasking, he may be able to reach over to his bedside drawer, so that he can return with a bottle of lube in hand. ]

Mn, you don’t have to—…

[ Eyes meeting Vanitas’, however, his brow softens. He raises their hands together, pressing his lips atop other’s knuckles. ]

I suppose that I would do the same for you.

[ A mild sigh, as he’s gently untangling their hands, in favor of squeezing some of the liquid onto his fingertips. ]

If it brings you some ease, you may do as you wish. [ And with some diligence, massages around his lover’s entrance, before pressing into him. ] I hope you don’t mind me saying, your general concern is—… Well, I’m honored.

[That alone is enough to leave him writhing, desperation already building up with the intensity of an inferno. He doesn't even really notice Vincent busying himself with the all important task of lubrication, trying instead to encourage him to simply take him then and there by bearing down on his length.]

Perhaps not, but...

[But it's something he would rather try to head off before it becomes an issue. Especially when Vincent takes his hand like that and delivers a precious kiss to it.]

Exactly. You can't ask me not to when you would turn around and try to shield me.

[Anticipation building again, he flexes his legs, hugging Vincent with them with a sigh of his own, one of need.]

Trust me, I always do... [Meaning he's the sort to do as he likes regardless of what others want. Which makes their own thing they've got going rather fascinating. Why the allure of having Vincent toying with his entrance and then delving into him has yet to fade, earning him a breathy grunt as his hips instinctively rise to meet his touch.] ...mmn...so long as it doesn't anger you. Although I think I would like having you even in anger, heh.

[ With a breathy laugh, he carefully spreads his fingers within. All the while, petting along Vanitas’ length with slow and measured strokes. ]

So hasty… I suppose I shouldn’t bother, mm?

[ With the lube, that is. They’ve never really taken to using it before, spontaneous as they are - but he thought it might be a nice little treat to keep around. Oh well. ]

No, I’m not angry… Rather, it shows that you care deeply, I think.

[ As it turns out, he’s pretty hasty, too; whatever lubricant is left on his fingers is smeared along his cock, cutting the process relatively short. What he wants is to claim Vanitas’ body all over again, and reward him for his vested interest. ]

But even in my anger, you say…

[ Before he can inquire further, his breath catches, for he steadily delves into the other’s warmth. The ridges on his cock have been becoming more defined as his corruption progresses; the resistance of his lover’s muscle and tightness within provide the most delectable sensations as they catch, leaving him groaning in appreciation already. ]

[A soft grunt escapes as he can't help squirming eagerly, scowling at the cheekiness. They may not have gone with lube their previous times, yet the addition of it is likely to make things that much smoother for them; for Vanitas in particular. Still, he huffs past flushed cheeks.]

Do as you like...

[He's hardly the picky sort, at least when it comes to indulging in carnal desires. ....and yet-- his gaze falls back on Vincent, searching.]

Yes... Even if you were pissed at me, I think I would still relish the act between us.

[As familiar as this is, there's still something wholly new about Vincent's cock now having more pronounced ridges, leading Vanitas to throw his head back with a moan as a quaking shiver overtakes him. Even once inside fully, his lover's length scrapes along his passage. Scrambling, he gets his arms around the other man's neck in order to hold him close.]

One day I want to take you...

[ It’d doubtful that a time will come that he shouldn’t delight in seeing Vanitas scowl with a flush on his cheeks. Yet, his grin lessens as curiosity takes hold, leaving the blond’s head to tilt. What is it that he was searching for, he’d wonder? ]

Mm, it’s some comfort that you would accept me, no matter.

[ Voice weighted and breathy with pleasure, he eagerly welcomes the opportunity for their bodies to be closer, sliding his own arms beneath his lover’s back. Allowing the other time to adjust, Vincent pauses to savor in all of the sensations of his body, including that of his lips, as he offers him a deepened kiss. ]

Perhaps, if you are an especially good boy for me, that can be your reward tonight. [ Another brief kiss. ] You’ve caught me in a good mood.

[What it is he sought remains a guarded secret, thought perhaps it has to do with his inquiry as to the potential reversal of their positions. Judging whether Vincent would scorn him for such a notion or indulge it...]

I would... Just as I'll gladly welcome you no matter how far your corruption takes you. It matters not to me but to share my bed with you, all of you.

[Vincent's lustful voice always sends shivers down his spine, and this time is no exception, making him jerk and buck eagerly to get his lover in as deeply as possible. Something made easier by the way in which he's held while their attention turns to the simple joy of kissing one another passionately, drawing forth a low, whiny moan from Vanitas. It's accentuated by his feline ears twitching and tail lashing about.]

Mmm... I'll be good. Just tell me what you want... [A smile breaks out across his face, eyes warm with passion and need.] I'm glad... I like you being like this.

[ Such words do well to fill his chest, and perhaps, such love even spills over to his eyes. It’s still a marvel to him, how pleasant it is to accept and immerse in this connection that they’ve formed.

Sighing between their mouths, he rocks his hips into his lover, stride slow while driving deep. ]

And I, you. Never would I have expected that I could experience this with another… [ Lashes dipping with a drawn out groan, Vincent rests his forehead atop the other’s. ] I merely want to deluge you with a fraction of the gratification that you bring me, and see you quake with satisfaction…

[There's certainly something that Vanitas believes he sees within Vincent's eyes, and while he knows not whether it's something pure like love or emotions colored by lust, he's grateful to find it there all the same. Being desired in any way is something he fears and longs for in equal measure, especially by one who's marked his heart as his own.

Angling his waist up to meet each thrust provides him with the burning pleasure inside him as he grasps himself to jerk his length to match Vincent's movements.]

Haha... Right? Especially not somebody who seemed so much like me... [He lets himself revel in that noise, dragging one hand over his lover's back to fondle a wing's base as they touch foreheads.] Have no fear... I'm sure I'll be writhing beneath you before long....

[ If those sounds are what Vanitas seeks, he will surely receive them. Touch to his tender back and wings still leaves him weak, but be it from the soothing touch from his imprint and lover, he doesn’t believe that he should ever tire of it.

Said wings shift to cover them much like a shield from the outside world. ]

Mn— enough to form an understanding like no other… and yet, there is still so much about you that I’ve yet to discover— [ As he hastens the roll of his hips, his nails rake beneath the other man’s shoulders, and pressing slow kisses up along the contours of his face. ] You’ve truly captured me.

[They are indeed, and he's grateful for each and every one as it becomes apparent that he's capable of manipulating more out of Vincent. Fingers curl around the spines of both wings, massaging them in their entirety as they cover them from everything else.]

I consider it an honor to be able to share in these moments together with you... And to let you see more of me... [Shuddering, he lets out a long, low groan, squeezing his muscles to tighten around Vincent's length and drag the pleasure out for both of them, all the while eating up the affection to his face.] In exchange, I hope to get to play with you more, my little captive...

[ Yet to have had his wings doted on to quite an extent, the sensations are all very new; it leaves Vincent's breath ragged, his shoulders quivering. For a beat, his head falls to rest against his lover's temple, taking him feverishly with teeth grit. ]

Ah--. [ Paired with the tone of Vanitas' unbridled groan, and the blessed confines of the man's body embracing and griding his every inch, the blond is reduced to a mess of pants and groans. ] You won't hear any-- mn-- Complaints from me. I'll devour all you've to offer... and still be hungry for more.

[ As though to show just that, he catches one of those feline ears to pin between his teeth, tugging ever so carefully. His thrusts, however, are far less forgiving. ]

[Always content to experience something new, Vanitas notes his lover's labored breathing with glee, and continues gliding his fingers along the spines of his wings, occasionally dipping down to stroke the membrane between. Yet the real pleasure comes from feeling Vincent pound into him repeatedly, building up the tension between them.]

Hmmnn... [Legs snag the blond around his waist, drawing him in close with each thrust, causing Vanitas to clutch tightly at the long blond strands, tugging them so as to direct Vincent for a quick kiss, brief and heated while they all but sing in unison.] Greedy man... But I like that in-- ah--! ...you.....

[All sense Vanitas might have had goes right out the window upon being teased on his tender feline feature. It takes a concerted effort to hold his head still while the rest of his body rocks from the fierce rhythm being imparted by his lover, making him delicious with pleasure.]

[ The flesh of Vincent's wings tremble too, beneath the teasing brush of the other man's fingertips. Moaning into their kiss, his teeth would catch on the other's tongue in the haste of their lovemaking, drawing another throaty groan of want from him; suckling on the smooth afflicted appendage in all his hunger.

But now, with holding that ear fast, his hand slides up the arched back of the other, to firmly grasp the back of his lover's neck, for even in all his force, he shouldn't want to harm him. When Vincent himself finds himself incapable of holding any longer, mouth falling open with a gasping moan, he regretfully darts his tongue along the inner shell of Vanitas' ear.

Using the hold he maintains on the younger man's neck, however, the blond would crane his head back for another kiss, deep and quite nearly desperate. ]

For you, yes... [ A sweep of his tongue between the other's lips. ] Always.

[With his tongue being caught in the chaos of their mouthiness, Vanitas lets out a lightly pained grunt until his attention is drawn elsewhere by those wandering hands gracing his back then neck. The lick to his ear gets it twitching repeatedly, while his tail lashes about eagerly.

All of him trembles with excitement, with pleasure from being taken with such enthusiasm. For a time he tugs at Vincent's hair, compelling him to be as rough as he likes, but then he switches to raking a hand over his lover's back, near the base of a wing before grasping it once more to fondle with delicate care.

Obligingly, he allows Vincent to manipulate him as needed to deepen their kiss, the fervor with which he comes at him being most welcome and equally returned through panting breaths.]

Ngh... You really do have it bad, don't you...? [As if he isn't desperately raising his hips to meet every thrust that sends his whole body into pleasant convulsions.] Though I'm no better...

[ Scalp still aching pleasantly, amidst the soft caresses along his back, he lavishes along the corners of Vanitas’ mouth and cheeks in the wake of their kiss, between his words. ]

Are you..? [ With an approving sort of hum, Vincent shifts back onto his knees, fingers pressed into his lover’s waist to aid the emphatic crashing of their hips, whilst taking his length in hand to pleasure in time. ] I— am, indeed… hopelessly in love with you, Vanitas… and I would be content— mn — to remind you as often as you need… [ Since you asked. ]

[The attention to his face draws forth more moans of delight as his eyes flutter, fighting to remain open against the pleasure. He wants to see Vincent's expressions, to read the feelings in his countenance as his own twist with breathless wonder.]

Ugh, yes... I-- [What he was going to say remains lost to time as the older man grasps his cock and starts jerking, earning broken gasps and shuddering groans peppered with the odd whimper. He can't help clinging to any part of Vincent he can get his hands on, be it his wings or shoulder, nails biting into the skin there.] Y-You... ah--! Can't just go saying...!

[Feeling that note of panic well up within him again, yet this time it's tempered by their lovemaking, by all the sensations already overwhelming him. Instead of allowing himself to fall to fear, he grasps Vincent harder, hips rising to meet every crash and tug to his length. It all culminates in Vanitas' head tipping back with a strangled sob, tears welling up as he hits his peak and shudders through it, body tightening around Vincent inside of him.]

[ For now, the simple verbal confirmation is enough, especially as his lover cries out and claws into him. Vincent’s own pleasure begins to peak at the sensation, paired by the resistance of the other’s body.

Somehow, when Vanitas cries, he’s gorgeous; the gloss of those piercing eyes, brought out by the coloring in his cheeks. He can’t help but kiss up along his lover’s extended neck, and find his lips once more. To comfort, as he rides out his orgasm, and Vincent reaches his own. Tongue dancing along the other’s, his moans cascade freely into the depths of his partner’s mouth, release clouding all else but this. The most beautiful escape.

Gradually, the motion of his hips tapers to a slow and sensual roll, his palms slipping beneath the younger mans’s back, scooping him up to embrace against him. Kissing his eyelids between the fall of his breaths. ]

[It's all he can do to keep his composure for as long as he does, though his feline features betray Vanitas as always, flicking while his body trembles all around his lover.

If he knew Vincent's thoughts, he'd probably wonder if the man didn't intend to make him tear up with how much he seems to like tormenting him with excruciating pleasure and utterances of devotion. As is, he's something of a wreck afterwards, eyes unfocused and legs twitching as they kiss. Or rather, as Vanitas is kissed; his focus remains scattered, though at the feel of Vincent's tongue he does try to reciprocate, moaning quietly.

The switch to a more languid pace is met with a soft hum of contentment as he nestles firmly against Vincent's front, breath coming in ragged gasps while he lets himself steadily relax. Palms glide over the older man's chest and he idly wonders how something counted as "love" can feel so damn good despite how terrifying and disgusting the notion is.]

[ Allowing Vanitas to remain where he’s most comfortable, he kisses atop his tossled black hair, and each of those glittering ears, instead. ]

Ah… Tell me… [ Palms follow up and down the definition of the other man’s back in firm, kneading motions. Hips steadily rocking. ] What you wished to say… What you’re thinking. [ Nuzzling into the fringe over Vanitas’ temple, he exhales a relaxed little hum. ]

[Such small yet effective gestures of devotion leave Vanitas sighing in contentment despite his earlier apprehensions, soothed even more by the continued almost cat-like kneading of his muscles and the rocking of their hips sending gentle waves of pleasure throughout him.]

I... Only that I... can't imagine being here-- ah... without you... [Shivering slightly, he hugs Vincent around the chest, fingers groping for his wings' base again where he carefully lets his nails glide over them.] You've made this hellhole so much more bearable... Ngh...

[ Vincent’s chest rises and falls with a quiet groan, as his wings shift under the pass of his lover’s nails. They come to encircle their shoulders and hips. ]

Nor could I, without you… [ Lips embrace the swoop of Vanitas’ neck with alow and dragging kisses. ] I had been so lost.

[It makes him a little jealous just how expressive Vincent can be with those wings, able to shelter them from the world while trapping the warmth of their bodies beneath them. Still, he shivers at the kisses, hands petting up the spines of his lover's wings.]

Truly...? You seem like the sort who'd manage just fine... Provided you had a purpose. [And he has to assume he had one in Gil. Switching to running a hand through Vincent's bangs, he hums softly.] ...though I suppose this does fulfill a specific need in us both.

[ Softly, the blond shakes his head, nuzzling into the touch. Sweet sighs continue to escape him at the attention paid to his wings. ]

Mm, that was precisely it. [ With a chuckle, Vincent’s hands settle low at Vanitas’ back, so that he may shift to meet his eyes properly. ] What should that need be, do you think?

[ Somehow, it seems that his lover may have denied what he has only just heard. ]

[Unable to help himself, Vanitas leans in to steal a kiss of his own, teeth grazing over Vincent's bottom lip while he fondles those wings.]

I see... [Gazing into those mismatched eyes leaves him feeling giddy all over again, and so he can't help squirming a bit while he considers the question.] ...I would say the craving to be acknowledged for ourselves, not the front we put up.

Or perhaps we both lack something, which can only be found in another similar to us...

[ A breathy groan escapes between their lips upon the tug of his lip. His tongue drags over the small affliction, to pull it in and scrape beneath his own teeth, before tugging Vanitas in for yet another, lingering and more passionate.

Once he allows his lover room to speak, he has Vincent’s undivided attention, those mismatched eyes drinking in every detail of his face.

And what he hears leaves him pleasantly surprised; it’s far more insightful than he’d been anticipating. Brows raised, he hums in some wonder. ]

Perhaps you are right… Yet, it’s more than that, I think. It’s your devious and playful nature, the way you fluster despite the confident front you put on. Your cruelty, and your softness. Your beauty is frankly unmatched in my eyes, and everything you do brings me pleasure in a way that is simply incomprehensible to me… It is how unexpectedly perfect we seem to fit together; it is us.

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