[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.]
[ Vincent groans, fingers curling, and he thrusts into the other roughly, in turn. Just once, however before returning to the slow gyration of his hips. ]
Mm. My mind has also been riddled with images of you since we last met… [ His tongue darts out to wet his lips, as his watches the face of his lover contort with pleasure, and he steadily finds himself picking up pace. ] Your— beauty… the comfort of your touch… mn, how your voice lulls my heart… and body brings me ecstasy…
[ The force at which he drives into Vanitas will not wane again, lest he be requested to stop. Resting his forehead against the other’s, the blond moans between his heated breaths, only becoming muffled once he seeks to take his lips in another embrace. Shifting the younger man’s legs to rest settle into the bend of his elbows, what he desires is to kiss him deeply, soulfully. ]
[It's enough to steadily drive Vanitas wild, head rolling back and to one side with a breathless sigh that quakes with need. The need for more of this pleasure, to be used by the other man.]
Good ones, I hope... Ones that can sustain you in my absence... [The faster Vincent goes, the harder it becomes for Vanitas to remain composed, cries ringing out between moans of his name.] Ah... Hah-- I'm glad... that I can do all those things for you--
[His toes curl and wiggle from the delightful sensations wracking his body, cascading throughout his entire form as he nuzzles against Vincent affectionately, eagerly locking lips with him once more. The deep ache within him throbs the more his legs bend, and his tongue twists and tangles with that of Vincent's keeping their mouths pressed firmly together despite the dizzying need for air.]
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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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Mm. My mind has also been riddled with images of you since we last met… [ His tongue darts out to wet his lips, as his watches the face of his lover contort with pleasure, and he steadily finds himself picking up pace. ] Your— beauty… the comfort of your touch… mn, how your voice lulls my heart… and body brings me ecstasy…
[ The force at which he drives into Vanitas will not wane again, lest he be requested to stop. Resting his forehead against the other’s, the blond moans between his heated breaths, only becoming muffled once he seeks to take his lips in another embrace. Shifting the younger man’s legs to rest settle into the bend of his elbows, what he desires is to kiss him deeply, soulfully. ]
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Good ones, I hope... Ones that can sustain you in my absence... [The faster Vincent goes, the harder it becomes for Vanitas to remain composed, cries ringing out between moans of his name.] Ah... Hah-- I'm glad... that I can do all those things for you--
[His toes curl and wiggle from the delightful sensations wracking his body, cascading throughout his entire form as he nuzzles against Vincent affectionately, eagerly locking lips with him once more. The deep ache within him throbs the more his legs bend, and his tongue twists and tangles with that of Vincent's keeping their mouths pressed firmly together despite the dizzying need for air.]