[Bless his short attention span sometimes. At least it has its uses. Besides, it does indeed feel good to kiss him, over and over again until Vanitas is breathless and panting against his lips. He likes feeling secure in Noé's arms, like he's protected from the world. But what he wants more lies lower than that...
Hands fumble with his pants and he has to kneel in order to make room to slide them down, exposing all of Noé before doing the same for himself. Then he's leaning in, allowing their hips to meet again, this time pale flesh against dark flesh. Against his lips he murmurs.]
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Hands fumble with his pants and he has to kneel in order to make room to slide them down, exposing all of Noé before doing the same for himself. Then he's leaning in, allowing their hips to meet again, this time pale flesh against dark flesh. Against his lips he murmurs.]
How do you want to do this...?
[Please don't be oblivious this time, dammit...!]