ofmisfortune | ♝ i . c. i n b o x

[ 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…

[The efforts to indulge in the flavor of his mouth only leaves Vanitas moaning breathlessly, desperate for it to continue even beyond the need for air, until he starts getting dizzy.

When they roll over to switch positions, he braces a palm upon Vincent's stomach, nails lightly biting into his flesh as his fingers knead, cat-like.]

Likely so... I try not to make my struggle obvious. [Although clearly it has been at times, for Vincent to take note of his hesitation. Sighing lightly, he shivers from the touches trailing over his body, Vincent's sultry voice coloring his cheeks.] I don't-- [Again, his breath catches and his hips roll, the praise leaving him hanging his head in shame and embarrassment at how much he treasures those words.] Ngh... You really know how to do things to me...

[ Muscles flexing beneath the sting of his lover’s nails, Vincent’s lower back arches into them, despite it. Groaning, he bucks his hips, in turn. ]

Well. I— mm- do believe that I promised to reward you. In turn, I would allow reprisal for the distress that I’ve caused you… [ Slowly, he takes Vanitas’ cock in hand, thumb and forefinger gliding from base to tip, and back again. ] If you so choose.

[That reaction only serves as encouragement to Vanitas, enticing him into tracing various designs upon his lover's backside while they grind against one another.]

I have no desire to reprimand you for upsetting me... Though I would gladly take the opportunity to revel in your body once more. [Eyelids flutter as Vincent strokes him lightly, and he licks his lips idly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.] What would you permit me to do, hmm...?

[ With a quiet hiss between his teeth, Vincent’s legs bend, thighs tense and feet arching. The sigh that follows drips from his lips like molasses, palm wrapping wholly around Vanitas’s length to provide more than teasing. ]

You wished to take me, did you not? So… fuck me, then.

[ Heavy-lidded eyes peer down at his lover, a smirk playing on his parted lips. It might not be his first choice, but he could find pleasure in offering Vanitas what he desires, he thinks. Who knows, it may exceed his expectations, and he would find himself surprised. ]

[It's a wondrous sight to behold, Vincent gradually allowing himself to give in to the pleasure from Vanitas, while he gasps and bucks into the blond's hand with a needy groan.]

Ngh... Very well, then. If you'll so permit it...

[Slipping free from the attentions of his lover, he moves to position himself at Vincent's entrance, where he licks his lips in anticipation. Giddy excitement runs through him, yet he takes his sweet time in pressing forward, sinking past the ring of muscle with the utmost care so they both can relish the sensation, though the tightness is nigh maddening for Vanitas, forcing him to pause several times to catch his breath, panting.

Eventually though, he's buried into the hilt and nestled against Vincent's front, humming quietly with pleasure.]

So warm...

[ That Vanitas wouldn’t bother to prepare him shouldn’t surprise Vincent. The discomfort leaves him all the tighter, hands clutching at his lover’s knees as his sharpened nails press into their skin. Yet, he doesn’t stop him; the dizzying pain leaves little else to reside on his mind, head tossing back, back bending off the mattress with a dragging groan. It isn’t bad at all.

To press onward, however, he must lead himself to ease. Closing his eyes, he releases a slow and shaken breath, body jolting as he relaxes onto the bed. Lashes near brush his cheeks over his unfocused gaze, his hands trailing up along the younger man’s arms until they grasp at his shoulders, pulling him in to claim his mouth greedily. All the while, low moans escape him between his panting lips, as his legs hook behind the other’s to hold him still while he should adjust to the sensation of being filled. ]

[Overly eager is what Vanitas is, impatient and, he would say, selfish. Or perhaps he simply lacked the foresight in his haste to be inside the man whose love he's claimed for himself. He doesn't begin immediately moving though, at least, granting them both time to adjust and revel at the new sensations. For him, too, the sight before him is a beautiful one to behold; he can see why Vincent so enjoys taking him repeatedly. Oh yes, he quite likes the view, chuckling quietly to himself as his hands roam over the other man's chest and stomach.]

Heh... How lovely. If I look half as splendid as you, darling, it's a wonder you let me get out of bed...

[Teasing, he lets his nails rake down those fine abdominal muscles, until he can grasp Vincent's cock. That much he won't neglect. Yet as he starts to stroke, he's tugged into a delectable kiss, one that coats his tongue with his lover's taste while he's dragged in even closer with his legs. Grunting a bit, he teases the tip of Vincent's length with his thumb and kisses over his cheeks.]

[ To such compliments, Vincent’s lashes flutter, eyes closing with a quiet tick of his tongue. Yet, he subtly arches into those wandering hands, hips twitching as his length is grasped. It causes his internal walls to tighten and flutter, which in turn, earns a gasping moan into their kiss.

Once their mouths part, the blond would dig a hand into his own hair, cheeks flushed deep. It is an unusual sensation, to be sure, but not entirely unwelcome. ]

I’ll— have to double down my efforts… next time…

[ Knowing fully well the resulting effect that it may have on him, he bucks his cock into his lover’s hold, then grinding back down against his lover’s hips. Biting back a grunt, his fingers curl into the blond tresses. ]

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