ofmisfortune | ♝ i . c. i n b o x

[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.]

[ Still sensitive, he finds that continuing the experience has some enjoyment to it. The sounds that he’s capable of drawing from his lover do well to aid that, though perhaps it is the power of the situation which does, too. Groaning against the other man’s skin, his voice fluctuates with each movement of his hips, unsteady, impassioned. It feels as though he is fulfilling some primal need, taking the younger like while teeth sinks into his flesh.

Thankfully, the pull to his hair is enough to have cause Vincent’s mouth to fall open with a pleasured gasp, before he’s pulled away from skin too forcefully. Now, he’s all too content to take his lover’s lips and entangle their tongues, grinding onto his cock with erratic hips. Arms shaking, just as the rest of his body, the blond lowers himself to his elbows, hands dug into Vanitas’ hair, in turn. ]

[Meanwhile on Vanitas' part, he revels in every part of their coupling, from the delicious way in which Vincent's fangs sink into his skin to the heat engulfing his cock. All of it culminates in his moans rapidly rising in volume and desperation as he near his peak, which had been so close before.

He's glad that tugging on Vincent doesn't deter him from engaging with him feverishly, for the more they kiss and rut together, the more his head spins with pleasure. Until finally, he finds himself tipping over the edge, his tail lashing about in between the rise of his hips to meet his lovers so that they both might enjoy his coming as he had savored Vincent's. His head tips back, low groan escaping, until finally he collapses against the mattress, breathing hard and eyes unfocused.]

[ Not only does Vincent not mind being handled in such a way, he delights in it. The desperation as Vanitas loses himself to pleasure.

The pulse of his lover’s cock, soft tail whipping against wings, the sense of being filled by his heat— all of these new little pleasures to their lovemaking make him groan with appreciation, as his sweat-slick hips slow to a subtle roll, ensuring he’s finished entirely. ]

Mn… Well done, my kitten…

[It's a relief that his actions aren't misconstrued for anything except the passionate throes of a smitten lover, especially as he starts coming down from his delirium with slower strokes and trembling hips until Vincent sees to it that he's done completely.

The pet name has him shuddering with a breathy chuckle, ears canted forward and tail vibrating with delight as he drags Vincent in to leave a smattering of kisses all along his throat and face, along with the odd nip.]

Hmm... I do so love it when you call me yours...

[ A shuddering sigh pours from Vincent’s lips as they part, pulled instead into the eager affections of his lover’s mouth. Tongue darting, his chuckle lulls into something more of a moan as teeth catch his skin. ]

It is my delight that I am fortunate enough to do so… [ Taking Vanitas’ cheeks in hand, he croons softly into the kiss he claims. ] You are mine, just so much as I am yours.

[A content purr against Vincent's jaw rumbles from deep in the back of Vanitas' throat, punctuated by alternating nips and kisses, and even a little lick that he can't quite help. Stupid feline soul...]

And I revel in you being able to... [Somehow that position for them makes his stomach clench with need, leading him to licking his lips eagerly.] It's an honor to have you.

[ While Vanitas may curse these new tendencies of his, they only lend to his worming deeper into Vincent’s rotten little heart. It’s endearing as it is entertaining, and he couldn’t deny his attraction to such prickly little displays of affection. They leave him groaning with quiet need, as he aims to return the favor with a careful catch of his lover’s lip in his teeth. ]

Mn, are you attempting to sweet talk me into more, feisty little thing? [ It doesn’t seem to bother him, judging by the teasing tone. ] Tell me what you’re so hungry for.

[Perhaps being even more alluring to others - Vincent in particular - is one reason Vanitas is so hesitant. He knows already that his lover is smitten with him, so the prospect of him become even more infatuated is a slightly frightening one. And yet he can't say he hates it. It's just... so much at times. Overwhelming. Yet he revels in the noises Vincent makes, the tug of his lip between those teeth, earning a whimper himself.]

Perhaps so... Though I would be content to merely have you mark me up more. [Whether with teeth or claws, he adores feeling possessed by his lover, being made only for him.] I want the world to know I'm yours...

[ If his lover were to fear that Vincent should become more fond of him, such a request would surely make the man believe otherwise. Those words spill a longing sigh from his lips onto the other’s, as he pets his fingertips along the scoop of Vanitas’ cheeks. The points of those nails draw faint red trails beneath his jaw and along the sides of his neck, while the blond’s head tilts to ghost his mouth beneath his chin and along its length, stopping just above its hallow. ]

It would be my privilege.

[ Mouth parting, his teeth drag along skin to carefully draw up its flesh, the velvet softness of his lips pacifying its sting. The wetness of his textured tongue swathes in anticipation for the bite that comes, just deep enough the he should sense the faintest taste of blood. Ah, and he can’t help but moan into his partner’s neck, as he suckles to draw it forth, fanged teeth denting muscle as it wells into the most delightful bruise. ]

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