[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.]
[ Simple kissing, paired with such tender touches like these, are just as welcome. Reassurance in the form of gentle affections. Vincent breathes a honeyed sigh between them, body gradually melting into every caress.
Palm smoothing along Vanitas’ spine, his fingers follow the sweep of the younger man’s shoulders, up to embrace the back of his neck. Nails tease the hair along its nape, while the blond turns to press their bodies closer, tongue wrapping around his lover’s as he seeks to explore his mouth. Even so, he can’t resist allowing the other to influence the cant of his head, absently leaning into the petting of his horns and hair. ]
[It's amazing how far such basic affection can go in conveying intent, to let Vincent know how much Vanitas appreciates him and their time together. Something that clearly gets across based upon that sweet sigh.
A light, pleasant shiver runs through him at the gentle touch along his back and shoulders, leading into a moan the more firmly they press together, with him draping a leg over Vincent's in order to draw him in closer. In the meantime, he readily allows the other to get his forked tongue in his mouth, groaning with the erotic sensation and the memories that accompany it. Hands run smoothly over those horns, until he uses his nails to rake along the edges of them, hoping to provide a sensual experience.]
[ Delightful little sounds encourage Vincent further, a leg sliding between his lover’s knees, thigh brushing his length. The blond’s idle hand runs across the other’s waist, resting at his lower back to keep him comfortably and effortlessly close.
The contrast of those sensations, between the velvet brush of Vanitas’ palms and the scrape of his claws, provide his wandering mind with pleasurable distractions, drawing forth gentle hums and sighs against the younger man’s lips. All the while, that monstrous tongue dances along his while seeking to tantalize his mouth, fork teasing along its floor while its folds incite along his palate. ]
[More of which he's graced with in the form of needy moans as Vincent riles him up just enough with his leg, savoring the close contact while his hands wander up to massage the base of his wings.
Listening to his lover express his satisfaction with that plethora of noises please Vanitas greatly, though not more so than the way that tongue caresses his own while the rest teases his mouth, getting his tail to lash eagerly. Grasping him by the shoulders, he hauls himself up onto Vincent's body, throwing a leg over him and forcing him onto his back while kissing him eagerly.]
[ By now, it would seem that Vanitas has learned his body all too well; all the little triggers to rile him up. By the time he’s on his back, his arousal is difficult to miss - and having his lover on top of him, straddling him, certainly contributes to that a great deal.
Groan muffled into the depth of their kiss, his hands travel along the younger man’s thighs and along the curve of his ass. Nails rake over a handful of the soft flesh, while he pets his thumb firmly along the base of the other’s tail, hand encircling it to tug ever so gently. ]
Vani. [ He near pants, whilst extending his tongue to trace beneath the other man’s jaw. ]
[There's something to be said about being acutely aware of other people, even if one tends to use that knowledge against them. Though in this case there's no need for keen observation to take note of Vincent's interest in him.
Together their voices combine to make a lovely, erotic chorus as Vincent's tug to his tail elicits a pleased moan, hips jerking to rut against him so their cocks rub against one another. His claws lightly dig into his lover's skin, not quite enough to draw blood, but enough to leave red marks in their wake.]
Ngh... So good... [Craning his neck upward to enable the licking, he moistens his lips and gasps, seeking to grind their hips together.]
[ While the friction between them is enough to incite Vincent, his lover’s claws rake over his skin, as well. Air hisses between his teeth as he draws breath, exhaling a gratified sigh while rocking his hips, in turn.
Tail still firmly within his hold, between thumb and forefinger, his fingertips follow the dip of Vanitas’ ass to encircle the delicate ring of muscle around his entrance. While his mouth is too busy nipping lightly along the skin down the younger man’s neck, the blond hums a low sound of agreement. ]
[The heat between them compels Vanitas to continue thrusting lightly, the rumbling purr in his throat growing louder and elevating into a needy moan.
His back arches at the pressure to his entrance and attention to his tail, making him squirm and pant eagerly, ready for more in spite of his efforts to maintain control. Hands knead at Vincent's back, fingers flexing lazily as he sighs happily, he tilts his head to capture his lover's lips in a feisty kiss.]
[ Content as Vanitas is, his bossy inclinations lead the blond to chuckle against the other’s lips. Voice drawling into a groan, he bucks his hips to increase the friction between their arousals, yet allows his lover to lead their kiss.
Terribly endearing, those feline tendencies of his. Vincent wishes to encourage him all the more. Fingertips push past his entrance, delving deep. Just two, for now, but with a grasp on his ass, the older man will encourage him to continue the motion of his hips, between frotting and riding in those fingers. ]
[The pleased hum that starts to escape from Vanitas peaks into a moan when Vincent jerks against him, momentarily distracting him from their kiss.
The distractions further continue as fingers enter him, leaving him pressing back to try sinking himself onto Vincent's fingers greedily as his tail begins lashing about. The roll of his hips leads to a near perfect rhythm of rubbing their lengths together and thrusting down onto his lover's hand, and he gives up on the kiss in order to nip at his neck.]
[ Tongue darting to moisten his hips, Vincent will tilt his chin to allow more access to his neck. Not too much, however, as he is entranced by the sight of the other’s body; the flex of lithe muscle beneath his fair skin, the wildness of his tail.
It’s a terrible tease, watching Vanitas writhe about over him, feeling his tightness and warmth, having his mouth on his neck, and only the brush of their cocks to satiate him. There’s something about that which is just as exhilarating, especially that his lover is deriving such pleasure from it.
Just as the nip elicits a grunt of pleasure, each roll of his own hips does, too. Each time the younger man bears down onto his fingers, he’ll hook them to press into his walls - and following a playful smack to Vani’s bottom, his free hand will encircle both of their lengths, aiding in their stimulation. ]
[Every time those fingers within him curve to brush against his insides, Vanitas moans low and deeply, until he sinks his teeth into Vincent's skin. Then he sucks and nips greedily, tail lashing about.
Their bodies glide over one another with ease, aided by the precum that's begun to start flowing forth from Vanitas' cock. Something that only comes forth faster upon being smacked on his ass, eliciting a surprised but pleasurable yelp.
With heat flooding his cheeks, pulls back to eye Vincent with a pout before capturing his lips briefly; he has to stop when the handjob begins, reducing him to panting and groaning his lover's name. A faint growl escapes him as he pushes himself upright.]
[ As the younger man aims to mark him, Vincent groans beneath the sharpness of his broken skin, reduced to heavy and heated breaths. Being regarded with such a look of indignation leaves his parted lips pulling into a smile, utterly shameless, so it’s no surprise that Vanitas aims to remove it with his kiss. Oh, but that growl is something else entirely, and the blond’s eyes are especially sharp with need while he perceives the beauty of the other positioned over him, head tilted. ]
Oh? [ Fingers slip free of Vanitas, to drag across his ass, hand grasping at his hip then to raise him. ] How badly? [ And with monstrous cock still in hand, Vincent glides its tip against his partner’s entrance. ]
[That groan makes the heat in the pit of Vanitas' stomach practically boil over, enticing him to nip at Vincent's lips. Not enough to draw blood there, but to leave them red from his canines catching on them. Both hands massage over the blond's shoulders, claws dancing lightly to keep things from getting too rough too soon, though he grasps Vincent harder upon being left empty and wanting, a moan escaping against the other's mouth.]
More than anything right now... E-Enough to beg... [Helping to lift his hips, he wiggles his ass eagerly while his tail flicks.] So, please-- [Feeling him just barely touching him, he tries to sit down on that almost demonic length and impale himself on it, too impatient to wait for further stretching.]
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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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Palm smoothing along Vanitas’ spine, his fingers follow the sweep of the younger man’s shoulders, up to embrace the back of his neck. Nails tease the hair along its nape, while the blond turns to press their bodies closer, tongue wrapping around his lover’s as he seeks to explore his mouth. Even so, he can’t resist allowing the other to influence the cant of his head, absently leaning into the petting of his horns and hair. ]
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A light, pleasant shiver runs through him at the gentle touch along his back and shoulders, leading into a moan the more firmly they press together, with him draping a leg over Vincent's in order to draw him in closer. In the meantime, he readily allows the other to get his forked tongue in his mouth, groaning with the erotic sensation and the memories that accompany it. Hands run smoothly over those horns, until he uses his nails to rake along the edges of them, hoping to provide a sensual experience.]
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The contrast of those sensations, between the velvet brush of Vanitas’ palms and the scrape of his claws, provide his wandering mind with pleasurable distractions, drawing forth gentle hums and sighs against the younger man’s lips. All the while, that monstrous tongue dances along his while seeking to tantalize his mouth, fork teasing along its floor while its folds incite along his palate. ]
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Listening to his lover express his satisfaction with that plethora of noises please Vanitas greatly, though not more so than the way that tongue caresses his own while the rest teases his mouth, getting his tail to lash eagerly. Grasping him by the shoulders, he hauls himself up onto Vincent's body, throwing a leg over him and forcing him onto his back while kissing him eagerly.]
Mmm... Vince...
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Groan muffled into the depth of their kiss, his hands travel along the younger man’s thighs and along the curve of his ass. Nails rake over a handful of the soft flesh, while he pets his thumb firmly along the base of the other’s tail, hand encircling it to tug ever so gently. ]
Vani. [ He near pants, whilst extending his tongue to trace beneath the other man’s jaw. ]
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Together their voices combine to make a lovely, erotic chorus as Vincent's tug to his tail elicits a pleased moan, hips jerking to rut against him so their cocks rub against one another. His claws lightly dig into his lover's skin, not quite enough to draw blood, but enough to leave red marks in their wake.]
Ngh... So good... [Craning his neck upward to enable the licking, he moistens his lips and gasps, seeking to grind their hips together.]
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Tail still firmly within his hold, between thumb and forefinger, his fingertips follow the dip of Vanitas’ ass to encircle the delicate ring of muscle around his entrance. While his mouth is too busy nipping lightly along the skin down the younger man’s neck, the blond hums a low sound of agreement. ]
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His back arches at the pressure to his entrance and attention to his tail, making him squirm and pant eagerly, ready for more in spite of his efforts to maintain control. Hands knead at Vincent's back, fingers flexing lazily as he sighs happily, he tilts his head to capture his lover's lips in a feisty kiss.]
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Terribly endearing, those feline tendencies of his. Vincent wishes to encourage him all the more. Fingertips push past his entrance, delving deep. Just two, for now, but with a grasp on his ass, the older man will encourage him to continue the motion of his hips, between frotting and riding in those fingers. ]
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The distractions further continue as fingers enter him, leaving him pressing back to try sinking himself onto Vincent's fingers greedily as his tail begins lashing about. The roll of his hips leads to a near perfect rhythm of rubbing their lengths together and thrusting down onto his lover's hand, and he gives up on the kiss in order to nip at his neck.]
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It’s a terrible tease, watching Vanitas writhe about over him, feeling his tightness and warmth, having his mouth on his neck, and only the brush of their cocks to satiate him. There’s something about that which is just as exhilarating, especially that his lover is deriving such pleasure from it.
Just as the nip elicits a grunt of pleasure, each roll of his own hips does, too. Each time the younger man bears down onto his fingers, he’ll hook them to press into his walls - and following a playful smack to Vani’s bottom, his free hand will encircle both of their lengths, aiding in their stimulation. ]
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Their bodies glide over one another with ease, aided by the precum that's begun to start flowing forth from Vanitas' cock. Something that only comes forth faster upon being smacked on his ass, eliciting a surprised but pleasurable yelp.
With heat flooding his cheeks, pulls back to eye Vincent with a pout before capturing his lips briefly; he has to stop when the handjob begins, reducing him to panting and groaning his lover's name. A faint growl escapes him as he pushes himself upright.]
...I want you in me...
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Oh? [ Fingers slip free of Vanitas, to drag across his ass, hand grasping at his hip then to raise him. ] How badly? [ And with monstrous cock still in hand, Vincent glides its tip against his partner’s entrance. ]
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More than anything right now... E-Enough to beg... [Helping to lift his hips, he wiggles his ass eagerly while his tail flicks.] So, please-- [Feeling him just barely touching him, he tries to sit down on that almost demonic length and impale himself on it, too impatient to wait for further stretching.]
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