[ 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?
[ Being rattled around in the midst of a serious conversation certainly throws him off. Ears flattening back, he clutches at Vanitas - and once he has his bearing again, his lips purse to the side with a light huff.
Before he responds, however, he'll kiss Vanitas. The love he has for this little idiot is without bounds. ]
I know you don't need me to. Even so... I always will. [ Teeth scraping at his own bottom lip, his gaze falls. ] I couldn't stand knowing that someone had manipulated you, even with your benefit in mind. I don't wish to do the same. I've made that mistake too many times in the past... but these damned souls of mine, and their insidious desires, no worse than my own... [ A terse sniff, nearly a scoff at himself. ] ... I'm afraid. Of hurting you. Losing you.
[More contradictions from his idiot, really, trying to lightly shake things up during a serious conversation like this. Though in trying to keep things from becoming too heavy, perhaps he's being overly flippant. So instead, he massages those horns, sighing.
A noise which turns into a soft moan as they kiss, his desires becoming roused. Something he tries to ignore for the time being.]
I appreciate it... It... makes me feel cared for. [Loved, even. Knowing that Vincent would go so far for him.] He didn't manipulate me though? At least-- I don't think he did. [He doesn't know the whole story, after all. Shaking his head, he wraps his arms around Vincent.] You've been nothing but honest, you know. I can't imagine you even trying to coerce me, directly or discreetly. That's why you won't lose me, Vince. Because I... I really adore you. More than anyone, here or back home.
[ With a thoughtful hum, Vincent's touch smooths down his lover's back, tail slid between his fingers to grasp. Of course, that mild teasing subsides once Vanitas' words truly register.
It's more than he'd expected. For some, perhaps that could be assumed with the confessions of love, but... it's a terribly complicated thing. It is possible to love someone and not enjoy them much at all.
Barely noticeable, but his breath wavers. ]
It must be love, after all, if it's blinded you to who I really am... [ Muttered against Vanitas' lips, just shy of stealing them. ]
[Having his tail held earns a keening whine from Vanitas, and his lips turn into a pout once it stops, ears flicking with annoyance.
He knows how powerful his words can be to Vincent, and hopes to properly convey his complex feelings for the other man through them, without complicating matters further. Maybe Vincent his right, perhaps he is blinded by love. That thought leaves him blinking, considering the possibility.]
Or maybe you've become someone better in the time you've been here. [Since his lover won't close the distance, he does instead, eagerly nipping at Vincent's lower lip as he grows breathless.] Aside from the odd violent outburst, you've been wonderful, you know...
[And perhaps surprisingly, he's unbothered by said fits of anger.]
[ Softly, he groans under that precious nip. Arm secured around Vanitas' middle, he turns to crawl further up the bed, and plop the other down atop the pillows. There, Vincent will lean in to kiss him properly, thighs tucked beneath the other's and bodies flush. ]
I want to believe that's true. For you. [ Whispered, before another kiss. ] Don't let me stay from that. Or you.
[That sound is enough to make his tail quiver with anticipation, so he eagerly helps them get further situated on the bed, where he grinds his hips against Vincent's with a heady sigh as his tongue runs over his lips to moisten them.]
The same goes for me, too. Although I can't help thinking that if anything, I've been awful to you... [Nodding, he follows after him to seal their lips together.] I won't. I like you being mine... It makes me feel... special.
[ With a rumbling hum, he rolls his hips, in turn. Between all their kisses, he's come to cup Vanitas' face, thumb dragging beneath the younger man's lower lip as he carefully comes to grasp his jaw. ]
Mm. You are. To me, there's no one more precious... [ To deny that his partner has done unkind things to him certainly wouldn't be honest, and that stirs a complexity of feelings within him; so, he considers his words. It's nigh impossible to keep that darkness from seeping through their connection, however. ] You know what to do, in order to keep me. Love me faithfully, relentlessly, and make me forget the rest.
[It's a motion that makes him groan and squirm out of need. The ears on his head flick forward, keen on the touch being offered to him, lips parting just so.]
Vince... I... [His words die on his lips as those darker emotions filter on through, leaving him feeling a pang of guilt and worry. But Vincent doesn't lie to him, and instead makes him feel warm and excitedly nervous by offering him a way to keep him.] I will. I'm yours to do with what you will...
[ Fingers trail down Vanitas’ neck while he shifts to sit back, eyes drinking in the sight of his lover beneath him. Ever so casually, he takes both their cocks in hand, to rock against his lover, stimulating himself to a full erection. ]
So I will. But not just this. [ A quavering breath in his pleasure. ] I want… to make you happy. Feel safe enough to share with me when you’re not. Trust that I love you.
[That seems to put Vanitas at ease, allowing him to relax and simply enjoy the sensation of being admired before it's coupled with the pleasure of having their cocks pressed together, warmth flooding him with a soft moan. Squirming in place, he latches onto Vincent's shoulders with both hands, claws lightly sinking into his skin.]
I do, Vince... I really do, honest. [Tipping his head to one side, he shivers in relief at getting to experience this familiar feeling once more. He's become addicted to it, really.] And I want you to be able to do the same. I don't want you hurting silently all the time...
[ Shoulders rolling back into Vanitas' hold, his lashes weigh more heavily over his eyes as a heated sigh pours from his lips. As though this all hadn't been delicious enough on its own, experiencing intimacy through their bond has become addicting, indeed.
With his lover's reassurances, it is because of that bond that Vincent knows, he may trust the other. Leaning down, he tilts his head mindfully, to take his lips in a feather-light kiss. ]
If that's what you want, I will try.
[ With a shift of the hips, he will reposition himself, tip teasing against the younger man's entrance. ]
[In an attempt to be reassuring, he rubs both thumbs against Vincent's shoulders in small circles, ears flicking with interest as what they're feeling pours through their connection. It's both overwhelming and yet not enough, not compared with what they could be having.
So he desperately kisses at Vincent's mouth, legs spreading and hooking around him to draw him in when he gets so close to entering him.]
Mmm... It's not fair for you to dote on me while I do nothing for you in return.
[His chaste kiss turns more passionate as his half-lidded eyes gaze into those mismatched ones, his body alight with the burning desire to be filled.]
[ A satisfied hum escapes him, between their mouths. Small though they may be, the consideration provides him more than physical satisfaction. In turn, he takes his time, ensuring that Vanitas might enjoy the whole of their experience with one another. ]
That isn't how I see it.
[ Pausing to indulge in their kiss, his tongue seeks to explore his lover's mouth. Meanwhile, however, his mind works to understand - because there might be more to those words than his lover lets on.
To accept an outpouring of love, without feeling capable of providing, in turn... that could be instill a sense of incapability, unsuitability. Even loneliness.
So, when they finally part, he meets Vanitas' gaze fully. Despite his gentle pants beyond barely parted lips, the other has his full attention. ]
If that's how you feel, however... tell me what I can do to change that.
[ Of course, he doesn't need to answer right away. Vincent still knows how they communicate most effectively - and so, he mindfully presses past his lover's delicate ring of muscle, to slowly slide his length inside. ]
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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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Before he responds, however, he'll kiss Vanitas. The love he has for this little idiot is without bounds. ]
I know you don't need me to. Even so... I always will. [ Teeth scraping at his own bottom lip, his gaze falls. ] I couldn't stand knowing that someone had manipulated you, even with your benefit in mind. I don't wish to do the same. I've made that mistake too many times in the past... but these damned souls of mine, and their insidious desires, no worse than my own... [ A terse sniff, nearly a scoff at himself. ] ... I'm afraid. Of hurting you. Losing you.
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A noise which turns into a soft moan as they kiss, his desires becoming roused. Something he tries to ignore for the time being.]
I appreciate it... It... makes me feel cared for. [Loved, even. Knowing that Vincent would go so far for him.] He didn't manipulate me though? At least-- I don't think he did. [He doesn't know the whole story, after all. Shaking his head, he wraps his arms around Vincent.] You've been nothing but honest, you know. I can't imagine you even trying to coerce me, directly or discreetly. That's why you won't lose me, Vince. Because I... I really adore you. More than anyone, here or back home.
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It's more than he'd expected. For some, perhaps that could be assumed with the confessions of love, but... it's a terribly complicated thing. It is possible to love someone and not enjoy them much at all.
Barely noticeable, but his breath wavers. ]
It must be love, after all, if it's blinded you to who I really am... [ Muttered against Vanitas' lips, just shy of stealing them. ]
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He knows how powerful his words can be to Vincent, and hopes to properly convey his complex feelings for the other man through them, without complicating matters further. Maybe Vincent his right, perhaps he is blinded by love. That thought leaves him blinking, considering the possibility.]
Or maybe you've become someone better in the time you've been here. [Since his lover won't close the distance, he does instead, eagerly nipping at Vincent's lower lip as he grows breathless.] Aside from the odd violent outburst, you've been wonderful, you know...
[And perhaps surprisingly, he's unbothered by said fits of anger.]
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I want to believe that's true. For you. [ Whispered, before another kiss. ] Don't let me stay from that. Or you.
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The same goes for me, too. Although I can't help thinking that if anything, I've been awful to you... [Nodding, he follows after him to seal their lips together.] I won't. I like you being mine... It makes me feel... special.
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Mm. You are. To me, there's no one more precious... [ To deny that his partner has done unkind things to him certainly wouldn't be honest, and that stirs a complexity of feelings within him; so, he considers his words. It's nigh impossible to keep that darkness from seeping through their connection, however. ] You know what to do, in order to keep me. Love me faithfully, relentlessly, and make me forget the rest.
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Vince... I... [His words die on his lips as those darker emotions filter on through, leaving him feeling a pang of guilt and worry. But Vincent doesn't lie to him, and instead makes him feel warm and excitedly nervous by offering him a way to keep him.] I will. I'm yours to do with what you will...
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Good.
[ Fingers trail down Vanitas’ neck while he shifts to sit back, eyes drinking in the sight of his lover beneath him. Ever so casually, he takes both their cocks in hand, to rock against his lover, stimulating himself to a full erection. ]
So I will. But not just this. [ A quavering breath in his pleasure. ] I want… to make you happy. Feel safe enough to share with me when you’re not. Trust that I love you.
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I do, Vince... I really do, honest. [Tipping his head to one side, he shivers in relief at getting to experience this familiar feeling once more. He's become addicted to it, really.] And I want you to be able to do the same. I don't want you hurting silently all the time...
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With his lover's reassurances, it is because of that bond that Vincent knows, he may trust the other. Leaning down, he tilts his head mindfully, to take his lips in a feather-light kiss. ]
If that's what you want, I will try.
[ With a shift of the hips, he will reposition himself, tip teasing against the younger man's entrance. ]
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So he desperately kisses at Vincent's mouth, legs spreading and hooking around him to draw him in when he gets so close to entering him.]
Mmm... It's not fair for you to dote on me while I do nothing for you in return.
[His chaste kiss turns more passionate as his half-lidded eyes gaze into those mismatched ones, his body alight with the burning desire to be filled.]
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That isn't how I see it.
[ Pausing to indulge in their kiss, his tongue seeks to explore his lover's mouth. Meanwhile, however, his mind works to understand - because there might be more to those words than his lover lets on.
To accept an outpouring of love, without feeling capable of providing, in turn... that could be instill a sense of incapability, unsuitability. Even loneliness.
So, when they finally part, he meets Vanitas' gaze fully. Despite his gentle pants beyond barely parted lips, the other has his full attention. ]
If that's how you feel, however... tell me what I can do to change that.
[ Of course, he doesn't need to answer right away. Vincent still knows how they communicate most effectively - and so, he mindfully presses past his lover's delicate ring of muscle, to slowly slide his length inside. ]
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