[ 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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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. ]