[Guess he'll have to get even more frisky then if he wishes to torment Vincent~ Although perhaps it's one of those futile endeavors given how much he seems to be enjoying it.]
Hah! So it would seem. Everybody has their limits and we appear to have found yours. Now I know what to torment you with. [Grinning right back at him! Complete with a devious glint in his eyes. He's going to remember this for future use, for sure.
Like right now.] Does this mean if I get you bunny ears and try to feed you a carrot, you won't bite?
[ Brows raising, the look Vincent gives him is only vaguely threatening. Not because he doesn’t hate carrots more than most anything, but he just likes Vani too damned much. The little shit. ]
I might decide to bite the hand which feeds me, instead. [ With A mild effort at a sneer, he snaps his teeth playfully. ] We should leave the cute ears to you, in any case. [ Reaching out, he carefully ruffles between his lover’s feline ears. ]
[About as expected, truthfully. Snickering heartily, he shifts in the bath to drape both arms along the edge of the tub in order to grin at Vincent's dirty look.]
And I just might like it... [He then decides to tempt fate by running a thumb over the other's lips as he's petted in turn, earning a rumbling sigh.] Heh, fair enough. Though with your wings, what should I be dangling in front of you instead? Fruit?
[ Leaning a shoulder against the tub, in turn, his head cants toward Vanitas. Carefully, the blond drags his teeth over the pad of the other’s thumb, lips then following suit with a kiss. ]
Mn, or more specifically, an apple? [ He flicks the forked end of his tongue past grinning teeth. ]
[The care with which Vincent all but nips at him makes Vanitas shiver lightly, though he's quick to replace his thumb with his own lips in order to return the kiss.]
Heh, quite. Luckily for you those aren't feathered wings or I'd be tempted to try birdseed. [Snorting lightly, he smirks against Vincent's lips.]
[With a soft snort of amusement Vanitas turns his head enough to meet the affection with a nudge of his own.]
Mmm... Can't argue with you there on either account. [Using his clean hand, he drags it through Vincent's hair, combing out the ribbon.] It sounds very enjoyable, heh.
[ Leaning into that touch, Vincent hardly minds the wet fingers, nor losing the ribbon. As indicated, he wouldn’t even mind if his lover was a bit messy about it, given he could simply climb in with him to get clean… though, tired as they both are, the effort is appreciated.
Hand caressing along Vanitas’ back, he can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture returned. ]
We’ll keep that in mind… but, for now, would you care to take this to bed? [ Resting their foreheads against one another, for now, it seems that he’s missed Vanitas’ touch terribly. ] By that, I mean the remainder of your meal, of course.
[For a time Vanitas simply enjoys the feel of silken strands through his fingers, humming appreciatively as he continues popping vegetables in his mouth with his other hand. It's a relaxing position to be in and he's loathe to leave it even if the water is getting cooler.
All the same, he chuckles at the suggestion, savoring Vincent's touch.]
Of course. That seems acceptable. [With a faint sigh of regret, he moves to stand, reaching to the nearby towel to start drying himself off with. While working on his tail, he steals a smug glance.] I wouldn't be surprised if you're hungry as well, heh...
[ The silence between them in the moment is comforting - enough so that Vincent’s lids fall closed, very near to nodding off. For that reason alone, he’s quite glad that the younger man is receptive to moving this elsewhere.
Curling up his knees to allow Vanitas room to step out of the bath, the blond leans back against the wall, a hand hovering over his mouth as he yawns. It’s with absolutely no shame that he watches his lover turn about to dry off his body, however tired his eyes may be. Once his mouth closes, his lips settle into a satisfied little smirk. ]
Well, it has been some time since I’ve had a satisfying meal.
[When Vanitas steals a glance and notes Vincent's apparent exhaustion, a twinge of guilt sets in for making him go through so much trouble both to find him and get him situated upon their return. It makes him hasten his efforts to get dry so then he can offer a hand to his lover in order to help him up.]
Have you truly not eaten anything worthwhile since...?
[Since his demise, he means. It feels a touch crass to mention it since they weren't exactly on speaking terms when it happened.]
[ Such haste only makes Vincent’s head lull in question, as he aims to appreciate the sight before him. Being tired is his something of a default state for him, but he has yet to realize just how engaged his lover keeps him, in comparison. Particularly over these past few months, during the process of his gradual death, most of his energy went toward the time they spent together. Any lapse between could certainly be attributed, in part, to his resting. Now that they’ll be sharing a space together, Vanitas will surely see more of this side of him!
Taking that hand with a chuckle, Vincent shifts to his feet before standing, attempting to be mindful of his exhausted partner and the plate in his own hand. ]
What I meant was that I’ve been starving myself of other things.
[ Though, thinking on it… No, he hasn’t fed his soul in some time, either. With a hum, he leans down to peck the other man’s lips to dismiss the thought, before leading him back into the bedroom, hands still entwined. ]
[Sadly the view isn't to last, as once dried off Vanitas wraps the towel around his waist and turns his attention to Vincent. Tired though he may be on the regular, that won't stop Vanitas from quietly fretting in his own subtle way. Though at least he won't have to worry over Vincent's spectral death any longer now that it's taken care of.
Once they both safely on their feet, he peers at Vincent curiously.]
Oh...? Something you wish to feed yourself now, then, hmm...?
[Honestly, given his lover's self-loathing, he isn't entirely surprised he hasn't been indulging, no matter what he means. Though he's relieved to see that he's at least allowing himself to partake in affections between them, as it's something Vanitas returns with a soft hum as they head to bed.]
[ The modesty is almost cute, especially following the suggestive implications… meant to entice his lover to get warm under the blankets, but that’s neither here nor there.
Setting the plate upon one of the nightstands, he pulls back the top sheets, inviting Vanitas to do just that. ]
Allow me to dress down, and I’ll join you shortly. [ Tucking back some of that damp choppy fringe, he then sweeps his fingertips along the other’s jaw to affectionately grasp at his chin. Touch, thankfully, comes very easy to Vincent. ]
[Given how he's loathe to allow himself to get chilled after his warm bath, it's an offer that Vanitas eagerly accepts, crawling into bed beneath the covers after shedding his towel onto the back of a chair so it can dry.
Tipping his head up just so upon being grasped, he can't help a slight smile at the contact. Words of affection are difficult, displays much less so.]
Hopefully you haven't been starving yourself in any regard...
[ Satisfied to see it, the blond’s smile widens just so in turn. Stepping away, his hands begin to work down the buttons of his coat. ]
Oh? [ Looking over his shoulder with a coy little grin, as he begins to drop his articles across some seating. ] You must realize by now that I meant sexually. Even that?
[Now it's Vanitas' turn to watch with keen interest as Vincent undresses, tail swishing eagerly at the sight. Though his remark earn a flushed face on his part.]
....even that, if it pleased you. I treated you badly enough that I wouldn't have blamed you if you had. [Though his claws curl into the sheets, betraying his dislike of the idea. Which is foolish, given what he did. Hypocrite of the worst kind, that's him.]
[ Vanitas might be pleased to realize that the blond has yet to move any of his belongings into their room, so all he can do is dress down; he has no night clothes to change into!
At spotting his partner’s intrigue, Vincent dramatizes his motions juuust so, moving a touch slower and much more purposefully. The flush he receives just from saying the obvious gets an exhale of amusement from him, too. ]
… Mm. Well, I hadn’t.
[ Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders, he quirks a brow with a smirk. ]
Can’t say that it would have pleased me, either. Not as you have.
[ Finally on his slacks, he pops each button with dreadful leisure, before sliding them from his hips, allowing them to crumple to the floor. ]
[It certainly gives him plenty to ogle at, that's for sure! He can't help his lips quirking up as the sight becomes more enticing, even with his face turning pink from embarrassment and arousal.
Given a tantalizing show, he subtly moistens his lips, eyes following each movement Vincent makes as he continues to disrobe. It helps to build the anticipation coiling in his stomach.]
...hmm. Is that so...?
[Ah, there's an even more brilliant flush to his cheeks at that. Both from the comment and the sight of more of Vincent's skin coming into sight. It takes a great deal of restraint to keep from squirming in place, yet somehow he still manages.]
[ The show all feels a bit silly, until it actually proves effective. If Vanitas is into it, why not, right? Teasingly, he takes his time pushing his hair back over his shoulders, before finally turning to approach the bed. ]
Was there ever any doubt?
[ Exhausted as both of them may be, Vincent will still pull back the covers to climb into his lover’s side of the bed. ]
[It's certainly working its magic upon Vanitas, easy to entice as he is. Ears perking forward, he leans with them to watch with piercing blue eyes that are full of longing and amusement.]
I suppose not. Not after everything.
[Scooting over just a bit to make room, he eagerly sidles up to Vincent once the other man is securely in bed. His warmth is very welcome, as is the physical contact to his feline soul.]
[ The blond is vaguely surprised that Vanitas has moved over, expecting that he might be able to climb onto top of him, rather than simply steal his spot— but this is just fine, too. Breathing an amused little snort, Vincent slides an arm beneath the younger man’s head, to wrap behind his shoulders, holding him close. ]
I should hope not. [ Fingers slide beneath the other’s chin, coaxing it upward, so that he may steal a quietly passionate kiss. ]
[It's some semblance of courtesy that has him scooting over, figuring that after everything that's happened today, Vincent might wish to actually, y'know, rest some. He's doing his best to not be overly pushy or demanding, half out of fear of overstepping his bounds and half due to his own tiredness.]
Mmm... You don't have to worry about that... [In spite of himself, he cranes his head up, meeting those lips with his own eager ones, tongue darting out to taste Vincent.]
[ It likely would be for the best that they both rest, though eager as they both are for one another. Vincent will accept that as an indication that it’s what the other man desires, at the very least.
Still, nothing wrong with a bit of lazy snogging. Parting his lips only slightly, at first, he teasingly rolls his tongue along Vanitas’. The whisper quiet groan of approval upon that comes with it, however, might reveal how much he’s missed this. ]
[Thankfully some light canoodling isn't anywhere near as taxing as full-blown sex, meaning that even tired as Vanitas is, he can still manage to tease Vincent with both his tongue gliding over his lover's and his hands combing through those blond strands.
After doing that a couple times, he sighs in contentment and reaches up to stroke those horns, kissing his lover more firmly and with a bit of desperation while between the sounds of their lips interlocking, a few panting breaths escape.]
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Hah! So it would seem. Everybody has their limits and we appear to have found yours. Now I know what to torment you with. [Grinning right back at him! Complete with a devious glint in his eyes. He's going to remember this for future use, for sure.
Like right now.] Does this mean if I get you bunny ears and try to feed you a carrot, you won't bite?
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I might decide to bite the hand which feeds me, instead. [ With A mild effort at a sneer, he snaps his teeth playfully. ] We should leave the cute ears to you, in any case. [ Reaching out, he carefully ruffles between his lover’s feline ears. ]
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And I just might like it... [He then decides to tempt fate by running a thumb over the other's lips as he's petted in turn, earning a rumbling sigh.] Heh, fair enough. Though with your wings, what should I be dangling in front of you instead? Fruit?
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Mn, or more specifically, an apple? [ He flicks the forked end of his tongue past grinning teeth. ]
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Heh, quite. Luckily for you those aren't feathered wings or I'd be tempted to try birdseed. [Snorting lightly, he smirks against Vincent's lips.]
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Too messy. [ A Nuzzle, soft and slight. ] It should be something fun for me to clean off of you, at the very least.
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Mmm... Can't argue with you there on either account. [Using his clean hand, he drags it through Vincent's hair, combing out the ribbon.] It sounds very enjoyable, heh.
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Hand caressing along Vanitas’ back, he can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture returned. ]
We’ll keep that in mind… but, for now, would you care to take this to bed? [ Resting their foreheads against one another, for now, it seems that he’s missed Vanitas’ touch terribly. ] By that, I mean the remainder of your meal, of course.
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All the same, he chuckles at the suggestion, savoring Vincent's touch.]
Of course. That seems acceptable. [With a faint sigh of regret, he moves to stand, reaching to the nearby towel to start drying himself off with. While working on his tail, he steals a smug glance.] I wouldn't be surprised if you're hungry as well, heh...
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Curling up his knees to allow Vanitas room to step out of the bath, the blond leans back against the wall, a hand hovering over his mouth as he yawns. It’s with absolutely no shame that he watches his lover turn about to dry off his body, however tired his eyes may be. Once his mouth closes, his lips settle into a satisfied little smirk. ]
Well, it has been some time since I’ve had a satisfying meal.
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Have you truly not eaten anything worthwhile since...?
[Since his demise, he means. It feels a touch crass to mention it since they weren't exactly on speaking terms when it happened.]
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Taking that hand with a chuckle, Vincent shifts to his feet before standing, attempting to be mindful of his exhausted partner and the plate in his own hand. ]
What I meant was that I’ve been starving myself of other things.
[ Though, thinking on it… No, he hasn’t fed his soul in some time, either. With a hum, he leans down to peck the other man’s lips to dismiss the thought, before leading him back into the bedroom, hands still entwined. ]
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Once they both safely on their feet, he peers at Vincent curiously.]
Oh...? Something you wish to feed yourself now, then, hmm...?
[Honestly, given his lover's self-loathing, he isn't entirely surprised he hasn't been indulging, no matter what he means. Though he's relieved to see that he's at least allowing himself to partake in affections between them, as it's something Vanitas returns with a soft hum as they head to bed.]
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[ The modesty is almost cute, especially following the suggestive implications… meant to entice his lover to get warm under the blankets, but that’s neither here nor there.
Setting the plate upon one of the nightstands, he pulls back the top sheets, inviting Vanitas to do just that. ]
Allow me to dress down, and I’ll join you shortly. [ Tucking back some of that damp choppy fringe, he then sweeps his fingertips along the other’s jaw to affectionately grasp at his chin. Touch, thankfully, comes very easy to Vincent. ]
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[Given how he's loathe to allow himself to get chilled after his warm bath, it's an offer that Vanitas eagerly accepts, crawling into bed beneath the covers after shedding his towel onto the back of a chair so it can dry.
Tipping his head up just so upon being grasped, he can't help a slight smile at the contact. Words of affection are difficult, displays much less so.]
Hopefully you haven't been starving yourself in any regard...
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Oh? [ Looking over his shoulder with a coy little grin, as he begins to drop his articles across some seating. ] You must realize by now that I meant sexually. Even that?
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....even that, if it pleased you. I treated you badly enough that I wouldn't have blamed you if you had. [Though his claws curl into the sheets, betraying his dislike of the idea. Which is foolish, given what he did. Hypocrite of the worst kind, that's him.]
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At spotting his partner’s intrigue, Vincent dramatizes his motions juuust so, moving a touch slower and much more purposefully. The flush he receives just from saying the obvious gets an exhale of amusement from him, too. ]
… Mm. Well, I hadn’t.
[ Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders, he quirks a brow with a smirk. ]
Can’t say that it would have pleased me, either. Not as you have.
[ Finally on his slacks, he pops each button with dreadful leisure, before sliding them from his hips, allowing them to crumple to the floor. ]
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Given a tantalizing show, he subtly moistens his lips, eyes following each movement Vincent makes as he continues to disrobe. It helps to build the anticipation coiling in his stomach.]
...hmm. Is that so...?
[Ah, there's an even more brilliant flush to his cheeks at that. Both from the comment and the sight of more of Vincent's skin coming into sight. It takes a great deal of restraint to keep from squirming in place, yet somehow he still manages.]
Glad to know I meet your approval.
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Was there ever any doubt?
[ Exhausted as both of them may be, Vincent will still pull back the covers to climb into his lover’s side of the bed. ]
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I suppose not. Not after everything.
[Scooting over just a bit to make room, he eagerly sidles up to Vincent once the other man is securely in bed. His warmth is very welcome, as is the physical contact to his feline soul.]
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I should hope not. [ Fingers slide beneath the other’s chin, coaxing it upward, so that he may steal a quietly passionate kiss. ]
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Mmm... You don't have to worry about that... [In spite of himself, he cranes his head up, meeting those lips with his own eager ones, tongue darting out to taste Vincent.]
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Still, nothing wrong with a bit of lazy snogging. Parting his lips only slightly, at first, he teasingly rolls his tongue along Vanitas’. The whisper quiet groan of approval upon that comes with it, however, might reveal how much he’s missed this. ]
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After doing that a couple times, he sighs in contentment and reaches up to stroke those horns, kissing his lover more firmly and with a bit of desperation while between the sounds of their lips interlocking, a few panting breaths escape.]
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