[For his part, Vanitas tries to be as helpful as he can, but he too is preoccupied, and ends up merely fiddling with his garments.]
I suppose that's true.
[If he notices Vincent's change in expression, he doesn't say as much, his own wavering between being clear cut confusion and thoughtful contemplation. For a time, he's silent, mulling over the question in search of an answer. Finally, he sighs, figuring he might as well start with the main sticking point.]
...he's an Archiviste, for one. They have the ability to see into the memories of those they bite for the first time. And I-- I have memories I can allow no one to see.
[ While that’s a sentiment that Vincent can relate to quite deeply, he recalls that Vanitas had been able to share some of those details with him. It would certainly be another thing entirely, experiencing them firsthand… yet, he can’t quite see that as a hurdle which he couldn’t overcome, considering.
Taking those fiddling hands into his own, Vincent’s head lulls off to the side, thumbs brushing the back of Vanitas’ palms while gazing down on his face. ]
[Despite having his hands held, Vanitas' frown only deepens in consideration, though he silently appreciates the care he's being shown. It helps to steady his restlessness, allowing him to glance briefly at Vincent before returning his gaze to their clasped hands.]
He's... Noé. He's good-natured and innocent, with an inclination towards doing what's morally right. He can't stand to sit idly by when there's a chance he can help. Yet he's used to using force to get his way. He's sheltered and naive, gets distracted easily, and frustrates me to no end.
...he's someone who doesn't deserve a disaster like me.
[ Ah. If Vincent hadn’t fallen for Vanitas before, he certainly has now… Features softening, he brings the younger man’s hands against his heart, as he leans in to caress his lips with a kiss. More brief than he’d like, but passionate, all the same. ]
Yes, indeed, I do understand you, all too well…
[ Their lips brush, as Vincent mutters between them.
Though the events of the night had left him with doubt, it is clear now that Vanitas does have goodness in him, and weakness for those he adores. That is beautiful. ]
[Everything he's said to merely describe his traveling companion is probably more revealing than Vanitas had intended, but with the imprinting, he feels comfortable divulging more than he normally would. Plus, it's Vincent. Someone he feels a strange sort of kinship with through their similarities. So when he's met with a kiss, he breathes heavily, relishing the contact.]
I'm sure you do... Fools, the pair of us...
[Perhaps now their real weaknesses have been shown; Gilbert for Vincent, Noé for Vanitas. It puts them on even footing, if nothing else. Makes it so neither of them can easily get the upper hand should they decide to argue ever again, which he hopes won't be the case.]
[ Humming in agreement, Vincent moves on to kiss the other’s cheek, and then his neck. His mouth explores its length, before finding the spot he craves most, and gently sinks his teeth into its tender flesh.
He guides Vanitas’ hands to rest comfortably atop his thighs, so that he may scoop his body against him, and shift the crumbled garments from his shoulders. All the while, aiming to mark him with a delightfully deep bruise. ]
[The affectionate gestures leave Vanitas with brightly burning cheeks in spite of himself, though he doesn't try to stifle the cry and ensuing moan that comes from being bitten. The sensation is fiery and delectable in the sharpness of it, leaving him craving more.
Hence his obedience when it comes to where to place his hands, fingers curling slightly as they get even closer. The sting of Vincent's mouth has him whimpering slightly, eyelids fluttering lightly as he fights to keep them open, breath heavy with need.]
[ His tongue laps over the blemished stretch of Vanitas’ neck, before his aggressor moves on to the bare skin along his shoulder, deciding this time to sink his teeth over the marking which resides there.
Strangely, Vincent’s teeth may seem sharper than they’ve been during their previous encounters; despite how careful he may be, they manage to just barely break the skin beneath. At first, he hardly notices, not until he clamps his lips over the new abrasion, the coppery tang of blood washes over his tongue. It’s a revelation that leaves the blond drawing breath through his nostrils; hands soothe along Vanitas’ back in silent apology, but all the same, Vincent is quite turned on by it. ]
[Perhaps oddly enough, the marking continues pulsing with faint power even now, providing an interesting sensation of almost being alive itself. The sting of teeth there earns a grunt from Vanitas, though no complaints; it seems to be a favorite spot given the way he squirms and writhes under the other's touch.
He finds himself gasping from the sharpness encroaching upon his flesh, yet the noise he makes is one of lustful satisfaction if the moan is anything to go by. The apologetic gesture is unnecessary, something he hopes to convey by clinging all the more desperately to Vincent, hips rolling encouragingly.]
D..Don't stop...
[Somewhere between an order and begging, he murmurs those words as plea for more, reveling in this more feral side of his lover while his fingers flex.]
was planning this anyway, but now it’s even better h e h
[ Now how could he stop? Blood still on his tongue, a heated sigh drips from Vincent’s lips. An arm lowers beneath the small of Vanitas’ back so that their bodies may stay close, teeth nipping along his collarbone in passing on the way back to the cut on his neck. Greedily, he licks away the blood that’s collected there - and delves his teeth into the reddened skin around it.
These may have been preexisting predilections of his, but now, he seems to crave the aggression. Perhaps it has to do with his second soul, or the wild jealousy that imprinting has imparted him. Maybe it is simply the madness that Vanitas inspires of him. ]
[Feeling his bodily warmth pass through his veins and onto his skin leaves Vanitas shiver with delight; he's come to find being bled something of a guilty pleasure, though it's less guilt and more pleasure for sure. He moans upon being held close, shuddering as those teeth toy with him before finding their mark once more.
Whereas Vincent thrives on the aggression, Vanitas revels in being tormented with the wild sensations of being attacked so boldly, squirming beneath the other man and hugging him close to encourage further attacks against his person. His breath falls in rapid gasps as his legs glide against one another, trying to stimulate himself while focusing on the pain and pleasure combination overwhelming him.]
[ Lips part from Vanitas’ skin, a groan carried by his labored exhales. With such encouragement, Vincent has no intention of soon stopping. Cradling the back of the other’s neck, he carefully lays him down, his assailment trailing downward.
To high at the musculature of his chest, before moving across and sinking into the flesh surrounding his nipple; tongue hungrily swathing over the supple nib of flesh. Down further, to his ribs - and across again, to the opposite side of his waist.
Vincent shimmies down the trousers that further obscure the other’s body from him, to find and claim the dip of his hip. And only then does the blond pause, to fully disrobe him. ]
[The sound of Vincent's pleasure mingles with Vanitas' own as they continue their sensuous dance, every brush of his lips and scrape of teeth being met with delighted squirming and halting breaths. A deep, full-body shudder runs throughout him every time Vincent passes over one of his many scars, both a terrible reminder and yet being immediately replaced with pleasant new memories.
He whimpers softly from the teasing to his chest, hand tangling in thick blond strands to keep him there just a little longer before easing up and allowing him to continue. Once they reach his hips, it's then that Vanitas arches his back and raises his hips to help with revealing the rest of his body, breath picking up as he's fully exposed.]
[ Throwing the articles aside, he parts Vanitas’ legs to settle between them, thighs sliding beneath the younger man’s. The girth of his hardened cock is clearly evident.
Gingerly raising one of those delicate legs, he licks up the inside of his thigh, biting down there. To the flesh just behind his knee - his lower inner calf, and nearly the front of his ankle.
Leaving the leg to rest at the nook of his neck, he leans in to push back Vanitas’ other, leaving a trail of marks and bruises up its own inner thigh. Special attention is paid to the tissue where his leg connects, so dangerously close to his groin. ]
[He breathes that word out with a sigh, his arousal clearly evident as well. Licking his lips, he fidgets a bit in anticipation, half wanting to tell Vincent to quit dilly-dallying and to fuck him, but the side that relish the torment wins out and he remains silent.
Teeth sinking into his pale flesh earns the older man a grunt of enjoyment along every step of the way, though he can't quite help his hips jerking somewhat from the sharp sensations.
Something only made worse (better) by Vincent coming so very near to his sensitive bits. Sucking in a breath between his teeth, Vanitas gets his hands in those blond locks, combing his fingers through them encouragingly.]
[ With an acquiescing hum, Vincent so very carefully nips at the skin just above the base of Vanitas’ cock, fingers sliding along the curve of his ass, and dipping into him. One finger, and then, a second. ]
[It takes everything Vanitas has to not jerk his hips from Vincent's teeth grazing his length, though he can't help arcing into his touch when the other's fingers make their way into him, eliciting a loud moan. He clenches, toes curling, before relaxing to take more of him in.]
Ah... I still find that so hard to believe...
[Not because he doubts Vincent's word, but because he loathes himself so deeply.]
[ Vincent watches the other with something between intrigue and admiration, as his he delicately introduces the stimulation of fingers pumping into Vanitas. Stretching him. The blond pauses to spit atop his fingers, to make the introduction of a third mildly easier. ]
Mn. I, too, used to find myself repulsed by the idea. [ He speaks while nuzzling his lips over the length of Vanitas’ shaft. ] Physically, even. I find myself mystified by how quickly that has changed…
[The motions are enough to get Vanitas' cock leaking as his breath hitches, fingers curling into the sheets until his knuckles pale. It feels good... damn good, and he verbalizes as much with a moan, hips angling to get those fingers thrusting more.]
Right...? How could anyone ever-- [Again his breath comes out in a halting gasp from Vincent's breath ghosting over his hot skin.] ...what changed? What made things different for you?
[His laughter is cut off by the increase in speed, and the motion cause him to moan with need, legs trying to lift up higher to grant Vincent better access.]
Me, huh... Ngh! Gods...!
[His entire body trembles, almost causing Vanitas to curl up on himself from need as his cries become loud and more desperate.
His eyes blink rapidly at the steady decline of pleasure, a needy whine leaving along with the fingers. He almost reaches for vincent, to beg him to take him closer to the edge again, except he knows better. Knows that the best is yet to come.]
I may have, in my own way... Hah... We're-- so alike...
[ Freeing his cock from his trousers, Vincent’s palm traces up and along the the younger man’s thigh, propped atop his shoulder still. ]
Is that right…
[ Following the tip of his cock against the delicate muscle encircling Vanitas’ entrance, he sighs at how starved he is for the other’s - the anticipation that grips him. ]
Tell me, then. What does this make you feel?
[ Before he can answer, Vincent is pressing his cock into him. ]
[Shivering at the touch, Vanitas can't help spreading his legs wider, breath coming in shorter gasps.]
Yeah... It is...
[One hand comes up to clutch at his chest, nails scratching at his own skin as he feels Vincent position himself.
Although there's no time for a proper answer at first, only a plaintive cry as the older man enters him, making him arch into the motion, feet flexing and toes curling almost painfully.]
Ah...! Ngh-- Heh...
[Only once Vincent is completely inside him does Vanitas try again to formulate a response, though it still comes out haltingly.]
Excitement... My heart races and my stomach gets tied into knots... My whole body ends up feeling warm and I get lightheaded...
[ A rumbling hum, as Vincent glides his hand along the subtle definition of Vanitas’ stomach. His lashes lower, savoring the other’s warmth, and the way he flutters as he squirms. ]
Mn, that sounds lovely, indeed. [ Words breathy, he leans in to plant a hand beside the other’s head, bending back those legs as he goes. ] Do you imagine it often, while we’re apart?
[ Ever so slightly, he begins the roll of his hips, eyes fixed on the face of his lover. ]
[The gesture is enough to make Vanitas quake with need, those muscles flexing beneath his touch, one hand coming up to rub Vincent's arm encouragingly, craving ever more from him.]
Yes... [He admits, letting out a gasp as feels himself being stretched. His leg muscles tighten, helping to draw Vincent ever closer.] There's been multiple times already where I find the need to touch myself in your absence...
[The motion is enough to make him gasp, clenching down upon Vincent's length as he bucks back at him in return.]
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I suppose that's true.
[If he notices Vincent's change in expression, he doesn't say as much, his own wavering between being clear cut confusion and thoughtful contemplation. For a time, he's silent, mulling over the question in search of an answer. Finally, he sighs, figuring he might as well start with the main sticking point.]
...he's an Archiviste, for one. They have the ability to see into the memories of those they bite for the first time. And I-- I have memories I can allow no one to see.
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Taking those fiddling hands into his own, Vincent’s head lulls off to the side, thumbs brushing the back of Vanitas’ palms while gazing down on his face. ]
Yes. I understand. Is there more?
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He's... Noé. He's good-natured and innocent, with an inclination towards doing what's morally right. He can't stand to sit idly by when there's a chance he can help. Yet he's used to using force to get his way. He's sheltered and naive, gets distracted easily, and frustrates me to no end.
...he's someone who doesn't deserve a disaster like me.
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Yes, indeed, I do understand you, all too well…
[ Their lips brush, as Vincent mutters between them.
Though the events of the night had left him with doubt, it is clear now that Vanitas does have goodness in him, and weakness for those he adores. That is beautiful. ]
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I'm sure you do... Fools, the pair of us...
[Perhaps now their real weaknesses have been shown; Gilbert for Vincent, Noé for Vanitas. It puts them on even footing, if nothing else. Makes it so neither of them can easily get the upper hand should they decide to argue ever again, which he hopes won't be the case.]
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He guides Vanitas’ hands to rest comfortably atop his thighs, so that he may scoop his body against him, and shift the crumbled garments from his shoulders. All the while, aiming to mark him with a delightfully deep bruise. ]
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Hence his obedience when it comes to where to place his hands, fingers curling slightly as they get even closer. The sting of Vincent's mouth has him whimpering slightly, eyelids fluttering lightly as he fights to keep them open, breath heavy with need.]
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Strangely, Vincent’s teeth may seem sharper than they’ve been during their previous encounters; despite how careful he may be, they manage to just barely break the skin beneath. At first, he hardly notices, not until he clamps his lips over the new abrasion, the coppery tang of blood washes over his tongue. It’s a revelation that leaves the blond drawing breath through his nostrils; hands soothe along Vanitas’ back in silent apology, but all the same, Vincent is quite turned on by it. ]
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He finds himself gasping from the sharpness encroaching upon his flesh, yet the noise he makes is one of lustful satisfaction if the moan is anything to go by. The apologetic gesture is unnecessary, something he hopes to convey by clinging all the more desperately to Vincent, hips rolling encouragingly.]
D..Don't stop...
[Somewhere between an order and begging, he murmurs those words as plea for more, reveling in this more feral side of his lover while his fingers flex.]
was planning this anyway, but now it’s even better h e h
These may have been preexisting predilections of his, but now, he seems to crave the aggression. Perhaps it has to do with his second soul, or the wild jealousy that imprinting has imparted him. Maybe it is simply the madness that Vanitas inspires of him. ]
ehehehe that it is
Whereas Vincent thrives on the aggression, Vanitas revels in being tormented with the wild sensations of being attacked so boldly, squirming beneath the other man and hugging him close to encourage further attacks against his person. His breath falls in rapid gasps as his legs glide against one another, trying to stimulate himself while focusing on the pain and pleasure combination overwhelming him.]
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To high at the musculature of his chest, before moving across and sinking into the flesh surrounding his nipple; tongue hungrily swathing over the supple nib of flesh. Down further, to his ribs - and across again, to the opposite side of his waist.
Vincent shimmies down the trousers that further obscure the other’s body from him, to find and claim the dip of his hip. And only then does the blond pause, to fully disrobe him. ]
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He whimpers softly from the teasing to his chest, hand tangling in thick blond strands to keep him there just a little longer before easing up and allowing him to continue. Once they reach his hips, it's then that Vanitas arches his back and raises his hips to help with revealing the rest of his body, breath picking up as he's fully exposed.]
Ngh... You're annoyingly good at this...
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[ Throwing the articles aside, he parts Vanitas’ legs to settle between them, thighs sliding beneath the younger man’s. The girth of his hardened cock is clearly evident.
Gingerly raising one of those delicate legs, he licks up the inside of his thigh, biting down there. To the flesh just behind his knee - his lower inner calf, and nearly the front of his ankle.
Leaving the leg to rest at the nook of his neck, he leans in to push back Vanitas’ other, leaving a trail of marks and bruises up its own inner thigh. Special attention is paid to the tissue where his leg connects, so dangerously close to his groin. ]
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[He breathes that word out with a sigh, his arousal clearly evident as well. Licking his lips, he fidgets a bit in anticipation, half wanting to tell Vincent to quit dilly-dallying and to fuck him, but the side that relish the torment wins out and he remains silent.
Teeth sinking into his pale flesh earns the older man a grunt of enjoyment along every step of the way, though he can't quite help his hips jerking somewhat from the sharp sensations.
Something only made worse (better) by Vincent coming so very near to his sensitive bits. Sucking in a breath between his teeth, Vanitas gets his hands in those blond locks, combing his fingers through them encouragingly.]
More...
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I desire you, unbearably.
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Ah... I still find that so hard to believe...
[Not because he doubts Vincent's word, but because he loathes himself so deeply.]
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Mn. I, too, used to find myself repulsed by the idea. [ He speaks while nuzzling his lips over the length of Vanitas’ shaft. ] Physically, even. I find myself mystified by how quickly that has changed…
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Right...? How could anyone ever-- [Again his breath comes out in a halting gasp from Vincent's breath ghosting over his hot skin.] ...what changed? What made things different for you?
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[ If more is what he wants, Vanitas shall get it. The motion of his wrist picks up pace, fingers curling. ]
You.
[ More still - until the thrust of his fingers is audible, and he won’t stop until the younger man’s hips are fitful and body near overwhelmed.
Only then does he taper off; motion slow and purposeful, before withdrawing to work at the closures of his own slacks. ]
Perhaps it does help that you haven’t fallen for me. I don’t know.
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[His laughter is cut off by the increase in speed, and the motion cause him to moan with need, legs trying to lift up higher to grant Vincent better access.]
Me, huh... Ngh! Gods...!
[His entire body trembles, almost causing Vanitas to curl up on himself from need as his cries become loud and more desperate.
His eyes blink rapidly at the steady decline of pleasure, a needy whine leaving along with the fingers. He almost reaches for vincent, to beg him to take him closer to the edge again, except he knows better. Knows that the best is yet to come.]
I may have, in my own way... Hah... We're-- so alike...
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Is that right…
[ Following the tip of his cock against the delicate muscle encircling Vanitas’ entrance, he sighs at how starved he is for the other’s - the anticipation that grips him. ]
Tell me, then. What does this make you feel?
[ Before he can answer, Vincent is pressing his cock into him. ]
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Yeah... It is...
[One hand comes up to clutch at his chest, nails scratching at his own skin as he feels Vincent position himself.
Although there's no time for a proper answer at first, only a plaintive cry as the older man enters him, making him arch into the motion, feet flexing and toes curling almost painfully.]
Ah...! Ngh-- Heh...
[Only once Vincent is completely inside him does Vanitas try again to formulate a response, though it still comes out haltingly.]
Excitement... My heart races and my stomach gets tied into knots... My whole body ends up feeling warm and I get lightheaded...
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Mn, that sounds lovely, indeed. [ Words breathy, he leans in to plant a hand beside the other’s head, bending back those legs as he goes. ] Do you imagine it often, while we’re apart?
[ Ever so slightly, he begins the roll of his hips, eyes fixed on the face of his lover. ]
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Yes... [He admits, letting out a gasp as feels himself being stretched. His leg muscles tighten, helping to draw Vincent ever closer.] There's been multiple times already where I find the need to touch myself in your absence...
[The motion is enough to make him gasp, clenching down upon Vincent's length as he bucks back at him in return.]
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