[Important discussions are rarely easy, he's found. Easy tends to mean superficial, and that's not what they need right now. But for once, Vanitas has some confidence that they're persevere despite these setbacks.
Mostly because Vincent isn't outright blaming him for his screw ups, like he himself is sure he would have if their positions were reversed. He's not noble or kind, not like Vince is in his eyes.
Letting his eyes close briefly at the touch, he then opens them to regard his lover with a smile.]
Then for you, I'll do my best to be forthright and honest for a change. No screwing with dancing around the truth.
[ It might be a small blessing that Vanitas hasn't voiced these particular thoughts. For Vincent to be called either noble or kind might give him an identity crisis - for those are qualities he reveres in others, but could never see for himself.
Something between a sigh of ease and a chuckle escapes him, lips curving a bit wider, in turn. ]
Mn, I'm content to hear it. [ One more kiss, before he rolls to flop onto his back once more, so that he might undo the buttons of his coat. ] After all, it's you I adore, not the persona you project yourself as.
[It likely is a minor miracle that such notions remain locked away in Vanitas' heart, given how he's talking about being open and honest. Neither see themselves as anything but problematic, after all.
He, too, laughs, feeling lighter than he has in quite a while.]
That you can see past the me I share with others is a pretty big ask, really... [Propping himself up with chin upon a hand, he watches Vincent disrobe.] Normally I would say that you're seeing something that isn't there, but... maybe there is more to me than first meets the eye.
[ As his fingers worth through the plethora of fastenings between his waistcoat, shirt, his head tilts back to regard Vanitas fondly. ]
There's no question about it, kitten. I could see it the first time we met. [ Pausing in his endeavor, Vincent will reach up to pet a knuckle down the gentle curve of his lover's cheek. ]
[Watching Vincent undress has his tail swishing eagerly, as he longs to get his hands upon his partner. But he waits patiently rather than dive in to help, knowing he might pop a button or rip a hook in his haste.]
Even in that dark theater, huh? [Teasing~ A purr issues forth from the stroke to his cheek, and he nuzzles against Vincent's hand, both for more and to rub his scent on him.]
[ With a chuckle, Vincent temporarily withdraws his hand - to kiss the pads of his fingertips, and reach out to touch them to Vanitas' lips. A temporary parting as he hefts himself up to stand, so that he may shrug off his various layers of clothing. ]
Yes, well, it was rather glaring. [ A teasingly pointed glance, in turn. ] Or would you rather I say that I tasted it on you, instead?
[That's such a sweet gesture that at first Vanitas doesn't know what to make of it beyond staring and blushing, though he props himself up on his elbows to watch Vincent undress with tail tip twitching out of interest.]
Huh... [Smirking a bit, he touches his own lips with a light laugh.] Sounds as feasible as anything, really.
[ Recognizing that interest, Vincent might smirk a bit, himself! In a faux show of modesty, he turns to face away, as he opens his trousers and works them off of his hips. ]
Still don't believe me, mm?
[ Chucking, he sits his bare bottom back on the bed, to slide the socks free from his feet. It's still taken getting to, seeing the change in his legs; the patterning and soft fuzz of fur. ]
I imagine it might be a bit easier for me to recognize, simply considering that I'm guilty of doing the same.
[He won't see the pout that graces Vanitas' features, but he likely will hear the huff of disappointment at being denied a show. So instead, he reaches out to grope Vincent's furry leg as it comes into view.]
It does sound a touch incredulous, you must admit.
[Once his lover is sat back down, he scoots over to lean against him, hand returning to his leg to savor the soft feel of fur. He likes this change, from the neat pattern to the slick plushness granted by the fuzz.]
I suppose that's true, however. Though out of all the things you could be guilty of, that's one of the more innocuous ones.
[ Vanitas is terribly charming when he's huffy, so it seems that Vincent's teasing has proven to be effective! His partner will earn a shameless little grin at being felt up in such a way. How could he complain, if the other finds appreciation in his unusual form?
With a chuckle, the blond leans back onto an elbow, his other arm draped behind his lover's back. Nothing to hide now. ]
Mn, you're certainly right about that. [ Vincent noses beneath his jaw, before pressing a kiss to his neck. ] We've managed our fair share of delinquencies.
[Even knowing he's being deliberately riled up can't keep Vanitas from being pouty, though it's mostly in jest. He's far to busy exploring Vincent's newer form to really put his heart into being upset.
As he rolls onto his stomach, he squirms closer to reach Vincent's horns and massage them, as he so often enjoys doing. Somehow it seems to soothe him, too.]
Public indecency being a leading one, heh. [Teasing! Craning his head up to expose his neck, he hums thoughtfully.] And I'm sure we'll get up to plenty more.
[ The younger man might be teasing, but he isn't wrong. It manages to get a breathy little laugh out of Vincent, before leading into a content sigh. With Vanitas in his arms and doting on him, he feels just the slightest bit more at peace. ]
Yes... [ Another kiss, further down his neck. ] And I'll be- [ One more. ] -looking forward to it. [ Teasingly, he nips at the crook of Vanitas' neck. ]
[Hearing and feeling Vincent being at peace, being happy makes Vanitas the same as those sensations bleed through their connection. He hums appreciatively at the affection, until teeth meet his skin and earn his lover a needy groan.]
Me too, dammit... [Gliding his hands down into those golden tresses, he lightly rakes his claws over Vincent's scalp.] You always bring out the devil in me...
[ With all the shifting around of Vincent’s new horns and ears, his head has frankly been sore these past couple weeks, and the affections of his lover soothe and distract from that perfectly. Not that he hasn’t always been weak to having his hair played with.
Humming with some delight, his hands run along whatever skin he can get to, dashing under the waist of Vanitas’ trousers. Damned things. ]
Do I, now? [ Slowly, his tongue traces over the scrapes across the other’s skin. ] And what does it want of me, hm?
[Given how much it had hurt when his own feline ears had first sprouted, Vanitas figures that Vince is suffering a bit from the growths, hence his careful and tender touches. Hands gliding through the golden hair, he shivers as his lover's hands slip past the fabric of his clothes, stirring up his desire again.]
Uh huh... [A keening whine slips past barely parted lips before his tongue runs over them, eyelids fluttering briefly.] It wants you... to touch me more...
[ A breath of amusement escapes Vincent, though the endearment which flutters in his chest is so much more than that.
Leaning to catch behind the other’s knee, he tugs Vanitas over to straddle him properly. A hand securely at the younger man’s lower back, he’ll shift back to sitting near the bed’s edge, now with his lover facing him on his lap. ]
Let’s see to getting rid of these, then.
[ Tugging at Vanitas’ shirt, his hands blindly find its buttons, to begin working down them one by one - and his teeth catch at those lovely lips, instead. ]
[With a faint huff of embarrassment at being so blatantly needy, Vanitas glances aside, cheeks hot.
Something that grows even more so as he's pulled over onto Vincent's lap, where his interest is likely all too clear to his lover. He hums in acknowledgement, working up from the bottom of his shirt so that their hands meet in the middle of it, where he allows Vincent to handle the final button.]
Mmm... You always feel so good...
[He breathes out against Vincent's lips, savoring the sensation of being bitten with a faint moan.]
[ There’s much to be said about being desired by the one he needs most, in turn. With the brush of their hands, he smiles against Vanitas’ lips, endeared by the gesture - and even moreso by his huffy bashfulness.
Yet, those words draw back memories which have been flashing through his mind for a good part of the evening. Vincent’s lashes fall to his cheeks, willing himself to push the ache down, reminding himself that he can drown it all out soon enough.
With the lock of their lips, he slides the garment off his lover’s shoulders and down his arms. Allowing it to drop at his feet, he takes the younger man’s hands to rest them against his chest. ]
Which part of me do you wish to feel most?
[ Something in him is missing now, however; detached. ]
[There's certainly plenty of his feline attitude to be had, yet it's coupled with equal amounts of affection as he squirms impatiently, tail swaying with thinly veiled interest. Yet he can't shake the feeling something is off with Vincent - that he's not altogether present.
Or maybe it's just his imagination? Because their their kiss is as delectable as always, and feeling over his lover's chest stirs up that powerful need within him. So he eagerly moves his hands up to thread through Vincent's hair as he pulls back to peer at him, ears flicking faintly.]
All of you... But... Is anything wrong? You seem bothered by something.
[He's hesitant to voice his concerns out of fear of what they might bring, but figures being forthright is better than dancing around any issue that might be there.]
[ Tilting his head into that touch, his vision shifts from Vanitas' flushed lips to his piercing blue eyes with quiet reverence. Vincent sighs, palms teasing over his lover's hips. The apprehension to speak on it is something he feels, as well. ]
Today's conversations weigh on me.
[ A shake of the head, accompanied by a slight smile. Eager to forget them, he slowly works at the fastenings of the younger man's trousers. ]
[Hands ghost over Vincent's horns, then to his new ears, where they massage lightly in the hopes of soothing his lover's worries somewhat. Meanwhile, he fidgets in place at the touch to his hips, eager yet trying to keep himself in check. A twinge of guilt ripples through him at those words.]
Is there anything in particular you want to talk about...?
[He knows that sometimes it's best to discuss the matters which bother you, and yet other times the opposite is true. He's just not sure which this is. But once his pants are undone, he slips off Vincent's lap to rid himself of them before climbing back onto him with a shaky sigh.]
[ Lashes drooping over his mismatched eyes, he breathes a sigh meant to clear his mind. Vincent isn't entirely sure which it is, himself. The comforting gestures provided by his lover remind him of what he believes he should do, however.
Affectionately dashing his fingers through Vanitas' hair as the younger man bends himself to remove his bottoms, he'll be welcomed back with palms petting up along his bare thighs and haunches, pulling him close. ]
... I'm worried. [ With a tilt of the head, he cannot help himself; taking in the sight of his lover, his ears flick forward keenly. ] Verso is convinced that you're in love with him, and would go to any lengths required to maintain your bond. My disdain for him is eating away at you. I.. cannot see this ending well.
[It's a sign of worry that gnaws at Vanitas' heart even as he finishes stripping and clambering back onto Vincent's lap, eager to press his cool body against his lover's. He knows that any conversation they'll have will be difficult, but it's important that they're open and honest, like Vincent has always wanted.
Yet under that multi-colored gaze, he finds himself wilting somewhat. What he feels... The things he's going through. They're not something he can just brush aside, as much as he might like to for simplicity's sake.]
I... I'm fond of him, it's true. I adore him. He's been nothing but good to me since that first night here. But... [He breathes a shaky sigh, steeling himself.] It's you I've fallen for, Vince. That's not about to change. Yet I don't expect you two to be friends, even if I wish you could. I know I screwed things up royally by trying to force the issue...
[ What seems to be confirmation might instill an ache within him, yet Vincent still finds himself slipping his arms behind the other, to embrace. Nudges his forehead affectionately, both to comfort and share in what he feels.
There's almost a touch of guilt, at hearing Vanitas confess his love under this situation. How difficult it is for his lover to do so, and despite that, how it makes his heart flutter. Vincent finds himself rather deplorable for it. ]
I'm afraid the issue isn't that simple, kitten. It's my unwillingness which causes you physical distress. [ Brow furrowing, his eyes close as he leans into Vanitas just so. ] I know myself, and what I could do; I'd go to any length necessary to see that you're well.
[Being welcomed into his lover's arms brings forth an outpouring of warm feelings from Vanitas, who returns the nudging with a bump of his own, almost feline display of adoration. It's a welcome gesture that earns a content sigh from him.
This despite how much he struggles with conveying what it is he feels, making sure to clarify his stance on their relationship. He gets a sense of happiness from Vincent, plus a darker emotion, which has him moving his hands up to run over his horns.]
I'll be alright. I've been through worse. [Which isn't to say it's much easier, but... He doesn't want Vincent to fret, either. Lightly, he shakes him by the horns.] I know you would. That's why I trust you, Vince... But you don't need to fight for me, okay?
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Mostly because Vincent isn't outright blaming him for his screw ups, like he himself is sure he would have if their positions were reversed. He's not noble or kind, not like Vince is in his eyes.
Letting his eyes close briefly at the touch, he then opens them to regard his lover with a smile.]
Then for you, I'll do my best to be forthright and honest for a change. No screwing with dancing around the truth.
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Something between a sigh of ease and a chuckle escapes him, lips curving a bit wider, in turn. ]
Mn, I'm content to hear it. [ One more kiss, before he rolls to flop onto his back once more, so that he might undo the buttons of his coat. ] After all, it's you I adore, not the persona you project yourself as.
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He, too, laughs, feeling lighter than he has in quite a while.]
That you can see past the me I share with others is a pretty big ask, really... [Propping himself up with chin upon a hand, he watches Vincent disrobe.] Normally I would say that you're seeing something that isn't there, but... maybe there is more to me than first meets the eye.
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There's no question about it, kitten. I could see it the first time we met. [ Pausing in his endeavor, Vincent will reach up to pet a knuckle down the gentle curve of his lover's cheek. ]
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Even in that dark theater, huh? [Teasing~ A purr issues forth from the stroke to his cheek, and he nuzzles against Vincent's hand, both for more and to rub his scent on him.]
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Yes, well, it was rather glaring. [ A teasingly pointed glance, in turn. ] Or would you rather I say that I tasted it on you, instead?
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Huh... [Smirking a bit, he touches his own lips with a light laugh.] Sounds as feasible as anything, really.
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Still don't believe me, mm?
[ Chucking, he sits his bare bottom back on the bed, to slide the socks free from his feet. It's still taken getting to, seeing the change in his legs; the patterning and soft fuzz of fur. ]
I imagine it might be a bit easier for me to recognize, simply considering that I'm guilty of doing the same.
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It does sound a touch incredulous, you must admit.
[Once his lover is sat back down, he scoots over to lean against him, hand returning to his leg to savor the soft feel of fur. He likes this change, from the neat pattern to the slick plushness granted by the fuzz.]
I suppose that's true, however. Though out of all the things you could be guilty of, that's one of the more innocuous ones.
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With a chuckle, the blond leans back onto an elbow, his other arm draped behind his lover's back. Nothing to hide now. ]
Mn, you're certainly right about that. [ Vincent noses beneath his jaw, before pressing a kiss to his neck. ] We've managed our fair share of delinquencies.
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As he rolls onto his stomach, he squirms closer to reach Vincent's horns and massage them, as he so often enjoys doing. Somehow it seems to soothe him, too.]
Public indecency being a leading one, heh. [Teasing! Craning his head up to expose his neck, he hums thoughtfully.] And I'm sure we'll get up to plenty more.
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Yes... [ Another kiss, further down his neck. ] And I'll be- [ One more. ] -looking forward to it. [ Teasingly, he nips at the crook of Vanitas' neck. ]
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Me too, dammit... [Gliding his hands down into those golden tresses, he lightly rakes his claws over Vincent's scalp.] You always bring out the devil in me...
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Humming with some delight, his hands run along whatever skin he can get to, dashing under the waist of Vanitas’ trousers. Damned things. ]
Do I, now? [ Slowly, his tongue traces over the scrapes across the other’s skin. ] And what does it want of me, hm?
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Uh huh... [A keening whine slips past barely parted lips before his tongue runs over them, eyelids fluttering briefly.] It wants you... to touch me more...
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Leaning to catch behind the other’s knee, he tugs Vanitas over to straddle him properly. A hand securely at the younger man’s lower back, he’ll shift back to sitting near the bed’s edge, now with his lover facing him on his lap. ]
Let’s see to getting rid of these, then.
[ Tugging at Vanitas’ shirt, his hands blindly find its buttons, to begin working down them one by one - and his teeth catch at those lovely lips, instead. ]
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Something that grows even more so as he's pulled over onto Vincent's lap, where his interest is likely all too clear to his lover. He hums in acknowledgement, working up from the bottom of his shirt so that their hands meet in the middle of it, where he allows Vincent to handle the final button.]
Mmm... You always feel so good...
[He breathes out against Vincent's lips, savoring the sensation of being bitten with a faint moan.]
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Yet, those words draw back memories which have been flashing through his mind for a good part of the evening. Vincent’s lashes fall to his cheeks, willing himself to push the ache down, reminding himself that he can drown it all out soon enough.
With the lock of their lips, he slides the garment off his lover’s shoulders and down his arms. Allowing it to drop at his feet, he takes the younger man’s hands to rest them against his chest. ]
Which part of me do you wish to feel most?
[ Something in him is missing now, however; detached. ]
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Or maybe it's just his imagination? Because their their kiss is as delectable as always, and feeling over his lover's chest stirs up that powerful need within him. So he eagerly moves his hands up to thread through Vincent's hair as he pulls back to peer at him, ears flicking faintly.]
All of you... But... Is anything wrong? You seem bothered by something.
[He's hesitant to voice his concerns out of fear of what they might bring, but figures being forthright is better than dancing around any issue that might be there.]
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Today's conversations weigh on me.
[ A shake of the head, accompanied by a slight smile. Eager to forget them, he slowly works at the fastenings of the younger man's trousers. ]
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Is there anything in particular you want to talk about...?
[He knows that sometimes it's best to discuss the matters which bother you, and yet other times the opposite is true. He's just not sure which this is. But once his pants are undone, he slips off Vincent's lap to rid himself of them before climbing back onto him with a shaky sigh.]
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Affectionately dashing his fingers through Vanitas' hair as the younger man bends himself to remove his bottoms, he'll be welcomed back with palms petting up along his bare thighs and haunches, pulling him close. ]
... I'm worried. [ With a tilt of the head, he cannot help himself; taking in the sight of his lover, his ears flick forward keenly. ] Verso is convinced that you're in love with him, and would go to any lengths required to maintain your bond. My disdain for him is eating away at you. I.. cannot see this ending well.
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Yet under that multi-colored gaze, he finds himself wilting somewhat. What he feels... The things he's going through. They're not something he can just brush aside, as much as he might like to for simplicity's sake.]
I... I'm fond of him, it's true. I adore him. He's been nothing but good to me since that first night here. But... [He breathes a shaky sigh, steeling himself.] It's you I've fallen for, Vince. That's not about to change. Yet I don't expect you two to be friends, even if I wish you could. I know I screwed things up royally by trying to force the issue...
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There's almost a touch of guilt, at hearing Vanitas confess his love under this situation. How difficult it is for his lover to do so, and despite that, how it makes his heart flutter. Vincent finds himself rather deplorable for it. ]
I'm afraid the issue isn't that simple, kitten. It's my unwillingness which causes you physical distress. [ Brow furrowing, his eyes close as he leans into Vanitas just so. ] I know myself, and what I could do; I'd go to any length necessary to see that you're well.
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This despite how much he struggles with conveying what it is he feels, making sure to clarify his stance on their relationship. He gets a sense of happiness from Vincent, plus a darker emotion, which has him moving his hands up to run over his horns.]
I'll be alright. I've been through worse. [Which isn't to say it's much easier, but... He doesn't want Vincent to fret, either. Lightly, he shakes him by the horns.] I know you would. That's why I trust you, Vince... But you don't need to fight for me, okay?
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