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[ 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.

[That groan does things to him, twists his stomach into delicious knots, though not more so than the drag of teeth or the kiss itself, stirring up feelings he didn't even know he had.

Yet the real kicker comes from Vincent's response to his observation, his assessment of Vanitas' own nature and personality. He can't help coloring in the cheeks at having himself laid bare like that, mouth slightly agape at how Vincent waxes poetically about him. His eyes dart from the multicolored ones before him, seeking a safe place to rest that isn't his piercing gaze.]

.....I suppose all that is true. For I'm captivated by your contrary nature, both so loving and yet vicious at once, the obsessive nature of your passions, the length to which you'll go for those you treasure... I, too, find you inexplicably beautiful, beastial form included. We mesh as well as we clash, like everything is just how it's meant to be.

[ Though Vanitas may find it difficult to hold his gaze, Vincent simply can’t look away. It feels as though he is barely tethered to reality in this moment, and should he look away, it might be but a fleeting hope.

Wings folding away, Vincent settles his lover back into the pillows, so that he may take the younger man’s face in his hands. ]

All that matters to me is that you should find it so. [ Softly, a kiss. ] Do you understand now, what it is that I feel for you?

[It's such a piercing stare, one that he tends to only be on the receiving end of when someone longs to kill him. He's not used to it being meant in any other way, let alone for feelings that are tender and affectionate.

His breathing comes quicker as he's rested against the bed, so soft and cozy. And to have Vincent cup his cheeks... he can already feel them burning as his gaze flicks back to the older man.]

And that I genuinely do. [His breath hitches, heart pounding inside his chest, leading him to clutch at the covers beneath him.] I-I think so... You've made it abundantly clear...

[ Quietly, Vincent shushes him, whilst his hands pet down Vanitas’ neck, across his shoulders, and down his arms, to settle over those wound into the blankets. Gently, he brings them to hold between their chests, and kisses him languidly, breath deep and steady as he sighs little sounds of contentment.

Should it work to offer his lover any peace, he would be content to stay just like this until he calms. Even once their lips part, he will stay close to nuzzle the tip of his nose along the other’s. ]

Tell me what you’re feeling. What about this repulses you so? You had seemed so content.

[Falling silent, Vanitas allows his gaze to follow the path his lover's hands take, shivering lightly as they trail over his naked body and come to rest upon his own. His cheeks flare with heat and he finds himself biting his lip before being kissed so sensually, eliciting a soft, needy moan.

Once they brush their noses together, he allows his eyes to flutter shut, granting a moment to calm himself.]

I-- I feel so many things. It's not you, not at all. It's me. I can't wrap my mind around the possibility of anyone caring for me, let alone loving me. I'm despicable, abhorrent... Not even strictly human anymore. [At that, he has to laugh scornfully.] Though I suppose none of us here are.

Well, then. [ Exhaling a content little chuckle, his fingers thread between the other’s. ] I, too, am deplorable and have been vaguely inhuman from the start. Would you consider one so worthless as I fit for the task of loving the undeserving?

[ Despite his words, Vincent’s eyes are fond. It is clear that he does not feel that way about Vanitas at all - but as the other man should know, he does very much feel that way about himself. They are certainly on an even playing field here. ]

[Without meaning to, Vanitas finds his fingers curling against the warm palm of Vincent's hand, taking a shuddering breath as he does so to try steadying his nerves some. Gradually, he pulls his gaze up to regard the other man.]

I suppose I would have to say, yes. If there's any out there who could understand my dilemma and the conflict I feel, it would be you. That's why... I'm here. Why I remain in spite of my cowardly heart.

[It seems on right and fair that if Vincent doesn't feel hatred for him, then he should feel no hatred for Vincent. If anything, he can't help a budding sense of affection that goes beyond the fondness he's felt since they first met. He's not sure if it's love, but it's something similar. Something that leaves him leaning in to kiss his lover until he's breathless.]

[ All too content to return the gesture, Vincent engages in the embrace of their lips, intermingling of their tongues, partaking in his lover’s taste as though he should survive on it.

Scooping one set of wings beneath Vanitas’ side, he scrupulously rolls onto his back while bringing the younger man along with him. ]

I recognize your efforts, and value them more than you may realize… [ Such allows his touch to explore down the other’s back more freely, and back up along his sides. The blond’s voice is low and breathless, following their kiss. ] It makes you far less cowardly than you believe. [ Down his front again, to tease over his stomach. ] My brave, good boy…

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