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[ofmisfortune]

[ 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.

[bleude]

[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...

[ofmisfortune]

[ 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. ]