ofmisfortune | ♝ i . c. i n b o x

[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. ]

[Smiling serenely to himself, Vanitas takes in the glorious sight before him with silent glee. The body laid out before him may be the same as its always been, and yet he's seeing it in an entirely new light. Being inside Vincent has opened his eyes (and body) to a whole new world of pleasure, one he's certain he'll wish to experience again soon, especially as he tightens around him, making Vanitas curl in on his lover.

That blush, too, is sweeter than honey, tempting him into kissing Vincent's cheeks, once on either side. All the while his free hand rakes down one of his sides to grasp his hip.]

Please do... I wish to grant you the same joy that you are now doing for me...

[Taking that forward movement as a request, he strokes harder at the same time as he bears down upon his lover's hips, panting with the effort it takes to plow into him repeatedly as sweat glistens on his skin.]

[ Sweet little gestures like these feel especially peculiar in his vulnerability, more reminiscent of times he’d rather forget; however, these are merely thoughts pushed to the back of his mind, aided by the bond he shares either his lover. Vincent must simply allow himself to submit to all of these pleasures.

Certainly, the forceful stimulation aids in that. The baseline satisfaction of Vanitas stroking his length, the sense of intimacy that holding his cock provides, the wholeness and the friction - it is all made sweeter when he grinds his hips, in turn.

Vincent’s hands fall to twists into the sheets beneath him, back arched off the bed so match the relentless stride of his lover’s hips. Every flex and tightening of muscle provides a new sensation, moans rolling off of his tongue in exuberance.

When it becomes too much for his own ears, Vincent reaches up dig his fingers into the other’s hair, pulling him in for another kiss, so that it may quiet him. Aggressively claiming his mouth and busying his tongue. ]

[Being unaware of Vincent's troubled past and thus unable to keep himself from doting on him in an affectionate way, Vanitas continues on with his tender ministrations, trying to show his lover all the same care and consideration that he himself has been entitled to thus far.

And perhaps then some, judging by the childishly delightful way in which he pleasures the blond, watching him squirm and reciprocate in kind with the rolls of his hips.

A chuckle falls from his lips as he can't help smirking at the glorious sight before him, hand squeezing and tugging his cock to make his elegant form curve even more for him. All the while he scoot forward, folding Vincent's form in on itself so he might delve even deeper, aiming to that pleasurable spot he knows lies within.

Not that he has any qualms about being tugged in to have his mouth claimed, though it is slightly sad to have his lover silenced. Instead, though, he obliges by raking his teeth over Vince's tongue, sucking at its velvety smoothness as he moans around it, all the while thrusting with purpose.]

[ While those darling little teeth scrape his tongue, Vincent’s legs wrap behind his lover’s waist with a groan of approval. Suckling at it is just as welcome - but it’s when Vanitas’ cock strikes his pleasure point that the blond’s voice catches in a shuddered moan. His entire body jolts, wings flapping up and briefly curling inward around them, before falling back splayed against the wall and over the edge of the bed.

Head lulling back, his chest rises and falls frantically with breathless gasps, as he is all but assaulted by this new sensation. Now, this… is just fine.

Nails trailing across Vanitas’ scalp, he finds that he can do little else in his current position but erratically rotate his hips, and so that he does. ]

[With a pleased grunt being held around the waist by Vincent's legs, he all but grins at the reaction his targeted attacks elicit, watching with delighted amusement as those wings flap and flutter helplessly. Again, he rolls his hips just so, aiming to double the pleasure through repeated contact with that point.

Despite seeming rather feral all of a sudden, he regards Vincent with a tender smile briefly, pulling back to shower him with a storm of kisses: on his cheeks, chin, forehead, eyelids... even his nose. All before he gives a happy sigh at the nails raking his over his head, his hands settling upon either hip to help hoist the older man up into his thrusts as he picks up the pace, growing frantic in his lust.]

[ That reaction rather makes Vincent want to throw the other on his back, but his onslaught of kisses seem to do well enough at stunning that out of him.

Fingers curl into Vanitas’ hair to still him, intending to take his lips instead, but the frenzy of moans that falls from his own leave him without any control. So there he stays, forehead to forehead, brow knit and eyes clenched shut.

Body arching against his lover’s he at last feels himself tipping over the precipice of his pleasure, hips near bucking out of the other’s hold as he bites back a cry. His quivering body is overcome as his cock spills against their stomachs in streams, legs twitching with each following thrust. It’s too much and complete all at once. ]

[It would've been quite fitting for him to have been laid flat just then, but to say he's grateful Vincent isn't able to is an understatement. He likes this whole being on top thing quite a bit. They'll definitely have to mix it up more often, if he can arrange it...

Thankfully he ceases peppering his lover with kisses and finds himself nipping at those wanton lips while he gazes upon the contorted face before him. A thing of beauty, he thinks. Something special and just for him.

Even more gratifying is the way Vincent's body jerks and writhes, practically escaping his grasp while he comes in a display that's fit for the Louvre. Vanitas' hands help him along, one steadily pumping him to aid in his release, while the other rakes over his stomach muscles, teasing and tormenting him with fresh scrapes which won't last. Kissing him over and over, he finally captures the blond's lips in a passionate entanglement, one that only breaks with a gasp once air becomes a requirement.]

Mmm... Yes. I see the appeal, now...

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