[That's the good thing: he knows Noé is far stronger than him and capable of letting him know when something bothers him, either through action or words. That he permits him to continue on like this shows he's fine. And that's good. He wants him content and happy.

So when worry sets in, he has to laugh, very gently and quietly. Of course his first thought would be for him, wouldn't it? Allowing them to part for a breather, Vanitas smiles down at him, tongue running over his lips to catch every last drop of blood.]

It's fine. I'm fine. That was you, idiot.

[Insult though it may be, it's said with clear affection this time. Gradually, he moves his hands from Noé's neck to cup his cheeks, thumbs running over his dark skin. Tenderly stroking him as he continues moving his body along his length, steadily building up the pressure and heat within himself.]

Ah-- Hah... Come here, you--

[Pulling on his just a bit, he goes in for another, more forceful kiss. His breath comes in hard gasps as he feverishly kisses him over and over again, sweat beading on his brow.]

You know... I'm tempted to give you what you want.....