[ 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. ]
[Always grateful of Vincent's mindfulness, he squirms in place, eager for more but unwilling to put pressure on his lover to rush. At those words, he raises a curious brow.]
No...?
[He works hard to meet Vincent's tongue with his own, soft, subtle moans slipping past his lips. He means what he says, with Vincent's words haunting him: about how he only brings him misery. That had a powerful effect on his perception and self-worth.
He doesn't want to be the sort of person who can only instill suffering in someone, despite his claims to not being anybody's friend or ally. Things are different now, different here. He's gotten attached to Vincent like no other.
With their eyes locked upon one another, he gasps for air, cheeks hot with need. He considers those words deeply, grateful that Vincent seems to know him well enough to realize he likely needs a bit of time and that physical acts are helpful in communicating between them. His arms wrap around his lover, drawing him in close as he exhales and relaxes to make entering easier, coupled with soft moans of approving pleasure.]
How can I make you happy...? I know being only yours, but... there must be more I can do, right?
[ A purring sort of groan, as Vincent settles atop his lover. With one hand threaded Vanitas' hair at the nape of his neck, his other firmly grasps the younger man's hip while pushing himself in to the hilt.
Slowly, he peppers kisses along a corner of the other's mouth as he speaks. ]
I'm happy when I wake to find you nestled against me... I just about fall in love again, every time you think to look after me in the ways which I fail to do for myself. Or how ferociously you might scold me for my messiness, yet are still content to share a space with me... [ Really, he can go on. ]
[Craning his head back as Vincent reaches deep within him, Vanitas lets out a shaky sigh of contentment. His claws scrape lightly over the other's skin, egging him on to bury himself in completely.
Affectionately, he rubs his cheek against his lover's laughing quietly.]
So sentimental... [It's said fondly as he rolls his hips.] I suppose then I can do those things for you. I don't mind, even picking up after you when you leave your things scattered about. I just... don't want to be the cause of your pain anymore... [Dragging his claws over Vincent's skin, he paws lightly at his chest, then moves to cup his cheeks.] I adore you, you know.
[ Allowing his lids to fall, Vincent allows the sound of the other’s laughter to fill and warm him. Features soft, he’ll even return that nuzzling of cheeks. ]
Mm. [ Something of a shameless confirmation - though, it quickly drawls into a sound of pleasure, as Vanitas rolls his hips. Returning the favor with a buck of his own, he’ll then slide an arm beneath his lover’s waist while building pace a touch more kindly. ] It’s not so much what you do— but who you are… [ However, with his face cupped like so, being directly confronted with that sentiment… Vincent can feel his cheeks grow hot as words momentarily fail him. ]
[It never cease to amaze Vanitas how gentle and loving Vincent can be in contrast to his fits of rage. And as much as he enjoys both, he has to admit that seeing his lover happy is better than upset.
As they start building a rhythm, a back and forth that gets him moaning as his head tips back, he clings that much harder, pawing at Vincent greedily to drag him in for a kiss.]
Who I am, huh...? I've always thought of myself as an aberration... Something that wasn't meant to exist. Not a human yet not a vampire, either... [He breathes a sigh as he raises his hips to meet Vincent's.] But you've been helping me see otherwise...
[ Quietly moaning into their kiss, Vincent assists his lover in keeping their bodies near. Back arching and rocking against Vanitas, to grind the other man's cock between their stomachs. ]
I'm glad... after all - mn - the world might reject us, but no one can stop us from finding a home with each other...
[Breath catching as his length is deliciously rubbed between their bodies, Vanitas clutches tightly to Vincent, legs rising to wrap around him so he can draw him in closer until the heat between them becomes almost overwhelming.]
That's true... I haven't had a home in years... Not since-- [Jerking as his lover hits that spot within him, he moans loudly and with a keening whine, tail thrashing about.] V..Vince...
[ Leaning back to sit on his haunches, he pulls Vanitas up along with him. Face buried into the crook of his partner's neck, Vincent nips and kisses his way along the soft skin beneath his lips - while bouncing the other on his lap, to hit that spot he covets once and again. ]
We have one now. [ He manages, between heated breaths. ] Here.
[A gasp escapes from him as they move into an upright position, Vincent's unique cock rubbing at him in the best way possible. He can't help whimpering as the smattering of kisses warm his heart, though any thoughts of voicing as much fly out the window as Vincent pounds into him, making his entire body tremble with hot need.]
Ngh... T..That's true... [He gasps out, moaning while his claws sink into his lover.] You've become my home...
[ The sting of those claws earn a shuddered groan. Hold tightening around his lover's waist, Vincent hastens his pace, eager to drive the other to his limits.
Sighing Vani' name, his teeth catches flesh - just enough to break its skin, and perhaps enough to bruise, but certainly not so deep as to cause significant damage. Only enough to qualm the urge of his natural souls. ]
[With his moans turning into breathless gasps, Vanitas quakes and pants every time Vincent hits that spot deep within him, causing his cock to leak.
Yet it's nothing compared to when he's bitten, his cry coming out sharp and needy. It feels glorious to experience the sting of his lover's care, the heat of their passion. Eventually, he starts trembling, hips jerking in time with each thrust until he finally comes with a sob of Vincent's name.]
[ The flutter of muscle, and warmth streaming across his stomach - not to mention the way his name falls off of Vanitas' tongue - it's enough to entice Vincent over the edge, himself. With cascading groans, his lips fall away from the other's neck, face turned into his soft black hair as he buries his cock deep with the last of his release.
Breath ragged, his hands feel up along the younger man's back as he basks in their closeness of their afterglow. ]
Mm... It's safe to say that I adore you, too. [ A hand cradled behind the other's head, his lips find Vanitas' cheek. ] You make me happy.
[They're a mess as always, but it's a glorious one, and something he wouldn't change for the world. Feeling Vincent release deep within him earns a whimper of pleasure while he squirms in place, trying to extend the wonderful feelings overwhelming them. He doesn't want it to end, even though he knows that's impossible.
A warm shudder runs through him from Vincent petting over his backside, and he can't help peppering every inch of exposed skin with kisses and the occasional nip.]
I'm glad... I want you to be happy. You deserve it after everything. [Especially with how much he dotes upon him.] All you need to do is tell me what would make you even happier, and it's yours.
[ Melting beneath the shower of sweet affections, Vincent finds himself dragging his tongue over the little punctures he's left atop his lover's shoulder. Lovingly licking it clean, even - to press a soft kiss atop, after. ]
...Anything? [ His tone is mildly teasing, but his eyes are warm as he reverently eases Vanitas back atop the pillows. A sigh pours from his lips as he slips free of his lover, hands shifted to pet along the younger man's thighs and up to his hips. ]
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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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No...?
[He works hard to meet Vincent's tongue with his own, soft, subtle moans slipping past his lips. He means what he says, with Vincent's words haunting him: about how he only brings him misery. That had a powerful effect on his perception and self-worth.
He doesn't want to be the sort of person who can only instill suffering in someone, despite his claims to not being anybody's friend or ally. Things are different now, different here. He's gotten attached to Vincent like no other.
With their eyes locked upon one another, he gasps for air, cheeks hot with need. He considers those words deeply, grateful that Vincent seems to know him well enough to realize he likely needs a bit of time and that physical acts are helpful in communicating between them. His arms wrap around his lover, drawing him in close as he exhales and relaxes to make entering easier, coupled with soft moans of approving pleasure.]
How can I make you happy...? I know being only yours, but... there must be more I can do, right?
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Slowly, he peppers kisses along a corner of the other's mouth as he speaks. ]
I'm happy when I wake to find you nestled against me... I just about fall in love again, every time you think to look after me in the ways which I fail to do for myself. Or how ferociously you might scold me for my messiness, yet are still content to share a space with me... [ Really, he can go on. ]
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Affectionately, he rubs his cheek against his lover's laughing quietly.]
So sentimental... [It's said fondly as he rolls his hips.] I suppose then I can do those things for you. I don't mind, even picking up after you when you leave your things scattered about. I just... don't want to be the cause of your pain anymore... [Dragging his claws over Vincent's skin, he paws lightly at his chest, then moves to cup his cheeks.] I adore you, you know.
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Mm. [ Something of a shameless confirmation - though, it quickly drawls into a sound of pleasure, as Vanitas rolls his hips. Returning the favor with a buck of his own, he’ll then slide an arm beneath his lover’s waist while building pace a touch more kindly. ] It’s not so much what you do— but who you are… [ However, with his face cupped like so, being directly confronted with that sentiment… Vincent can feel his cheeks grow hot as words momentarily fail him. ]
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As they start building a rhythm, a back and forth that gets him moaning as his head tips back, he clings that much harder, pawing at Vincent greedily to drag him in for a kiss.]
Who I am, huh...? I've always thought of myself as an aberration... Something that wasn't meant to exist. Not a human yet not a vampire, either... [He breathes a sigh as he raises his hips to meet Vincent's.] But you've been helping me see otherwise...
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I'm glad... after all - mn - the world might reject us, but no one can stop us from finding a home with each other...
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That's true... I haven't had a home in years... Not since-- [Jerking as his lover hits that spot within him, he moans loudly and with a keening whine, tail thrashing about.] V..Vince...
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We have one now. [ He manages, between heated breaths. ] Here.
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Ngh... T..That's true... [He gasps out, moaning while his claws sink into his lover.] You've become my home...
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Sighing Vani' name, his teeth catches flesh - just enough to break its skin, and perhaps enough to bruise, but certainly not so deep as to cause significant damage. Only enough to qualm the urge of his natural souls. ]
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Yet it's nothing compared to when he's bitten, his cry coming out sharp and needy. It feels glorious to experience the sting of his lover's care, the heat of their passion. Eventually, he starts trembling, hips jerking in time with each thrust until he finally comes with a sob of Vincent's name.]
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Breath ragged, his hands feel up along the younger man's back as he basks in their closeness of their afterglow. ]
Mm... It's safe to say that I adore you, too. [ A hand cradled behind the other's head, his lips find Vanitas' cheek. ] You make me happy.
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A warm shudder runs through him from Vincent petting over his backside, and he can't help peppering every inch of exposed skin with kisses and the occasional nip.]
I'm glad... I want you to be happy. You deserve it after everything. [Especially with how much he dotes upon him.] All you need to do is tell me what would make you even happier, and it's yours.
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...Anything? [ His tone is mildly teasing, but his eyes are warm as he reverently eases Vanitas back atop the pillows. A sigh pours from his lips as he slips free of his lover, hands shifted to pet along the younger man's thighs and up to his hips. ]
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