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[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...

[ Soon, Vincent will realize that he’s made a grave mistake. For now, however, he’s pleasantly preoccupied by the accumulation of indulgences, each drawing an array of breathy moans and hisses as he rides out his orgasm.

Vanitas’ kisses are especially welcome now, earning languid ones in turn, muscle quavering under each touch. As his body eases into quiet pleasure, he rocks his hips ever so slowly against his lover’s, fingers petting through his hair and up to his ears. Tongue lazily drawing back into his mouth as their lips part, his lashes remain low over his cheeks as he struggles for breath. ]

Mn… it certainly is… different. [ Yet, a corner of his mouth plucks into a tired smile, as he pets over Vanitas’ cheek. ]

[Never let anyone have a taste of power, that's the first rule of keep control of the situation. At least at the moment Vanitas is content with gifting his lover with a heaping of various sensations to help slowly drive him mad as he begins coming down from his peak.

Though even that starts to taper off as he himself steadily matches those gently swaying hips, his upper body sinking down to savor the affection granted by Vincent to his ears with a rumbling purr. It's embarrassing, yet he can't feel too put out in the wake of such an alluring vision before him.]

Not bad at all, really, hmm? I like that I got to see a new side of you... [He eases down against Vincent completely, nuzzling his hand.]

[ Still ablaze in the afterglow, Vincent would have difficulty denying that. Chest shaking in something of a chuckle, he continues such gentle pettings, knuckles gliding beneath his the other’s chin.

Such feline traits become more apparent in his lover every day, it seems. Especially amusing to the blond, considering that he thought he’d hated cats. In Vanitas, however, it’s quite endearing. ]

No, not bad at all… Mm, and I’m content to know that you enjoyed it, as it will be yours alone to treasure. [ Lightly pinching the tip of his chin, he leans in close. ] And limited edition.

[ Extending his tongue to dart between the other’s lips, he will wet his own then, before engaging his partner in another deepened kiss. ]

[Much like cats do, Vanitas raises his chin into the touch, as though hoping for more scritches without realizing it himself. Certainly feline habits are on the rise within him, though he'd be loath to admit as much even with clear proof of them.

He's merely grateful these changes don't put off or deter the affections that Vincent tends to heap upon him. He would certainly become sullen if he were denied on the basis of something he can't help.]

I should certainly hope so... I'd like to think that what we have now is a special treat for between us alone. [Tail swishing happily, he grins.] I'll treasure it all the more, in that case.

[A soft moan falls from his lips as they connect, the inhuman nature of Vincent's tongue making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end pleasantly while a tingling sensation runs the length of his spine, leading him to thread his hand through the blond's hair.]

[ A quiet and lengthy sigh escapes Vincent, in turn, as the forks of his tongue tease behind his lover’s teeth, and follow the length of a fang. Hooking his hand behind the the Vanitas’ head as their mouths embrace, the blond presses his thighs into the other’s. His wings raise above him— and quite suddenly, he’s rolled to tuck the younger man beneath him. ]

Mn… You didn’t finish, did you? [ Vince mutters with a shift of his hips, his wings relaxing across the bed behind him. ]

[It's an erotic sensation, feeling the tickle of two tongue tips playing at his mouth. It drives a shiver up his spine until it comes out a low groan, need still an ever present sensation lingering in his loins. He's not wrong; he hasn't come yet, and his desire to do so only grows more desperate as Vincent switches their positions, rubbing his length with his muscles and squeezing with his legs. While he could play it off, he sees no reason to.]

Mmm... Not yet... Do me, will you...? [To be taken however he so chooses, really. Whether that means continuing to let Vanitas have him, or for them to trade so that Vince is inside him, he doesn't care. He just wants more, and clutches at the blond's shoulders to convey that.]

My… I’ve spoiled you, haven’t I?

[ Beginning to trail little nips down the expanse of Vanitas’ neck, he carefully rolls his legs at the hips, to tease the other’s length with the fluctuations of muscle. Breath deepening, quavering just so, he finds the perfect little spot so that he might bite down.

Only then does he begin to roll his hips, in full. If he could see to it, he’ll make his lover finish like this, and have it done properly. ]

You have... That much I don't deny. I'm so lucky...

[Beneath Vincent's teeth pulses with need, as does Vanitas' length still inside of him when his lover decides to grace him with that lovely rocking motion, setting his loins ablaze yet again. Always one to be obliging, he cranes his neck to one side, offering himself up completely when Vincent sinks his teeth into his flesh, earning a strained grunt of pleasure.

Hands scramble to grasp at anything - the sheets, Vincent's legs, his shoulders... Finally settling in his hair, tugging him in for a desperate kiss as moan after moan falls from between his lips.]

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