[It isn’t like he intends to break down Vanitas’ walls. Smash through his defences. He just does. By being himself. He just wants Vanitas to know that he is important. That the vampire doesn’t mind the scars. The main thing that concerns him, if anything, is the mark on Vanitas’ arm.
His expression softens, his hand tracing through Vanitas’ hair. He made his choice a good while ago. To stay. To support Vanitas. That hadn’t changed. He’s sure it will take time for Vanitas to accept that.]
But I say so. Even if you don’t think so. Haven’t I proven that by now?
[He does it so damn easily, too. That honesty and kindness shatters every barrier he's worked so hard to construct in the last however many years. He hates it. Hates Noé for doing it so blithely. And yet he can deny craving what's on offer, like a starved orphan. Or test subject as the case may be.
That look which once disgusted him now leaves him feeling warm, too much so as Noé's fingers run through his strands. It feels nice, brings back memories of Luna he wishes to forget, stirs up the complex vortex of emotions that always come with them. Yet he doesn't stop any of it.]
...you have. I can't understand why, but you--
[He leans down to kiss him again, shifting his hips to grind against him in a bid to distract the vampire.]
[It has never taken much to excite or distract him. So it’s likely no surprise that Vanitas does so now. So easily by leaning down to kiss him again. He closes his eyes, his hand shifting to Vanitas’ neck to cradle the back of his head. The other hand raises to his shoulder, not to push him back but merely to hold him. There’s a little noise of surprise at the grinding, but not in protest. He just hadn’t anticipated it. His movements might be clumsy, but he raises his hips to try to tell Vanitas that it’s okay. To continue.]
[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.]
[Probably not the most helpful, but still. At least he gets that much out. There’s almost a dazed and pleasant noise as Vanitas distracts him from focusing too much on that he’s entirely naked with that grinding. Ignoring how hot his cheeks feel. He doesn’t mind that Vanitas is on top. So long as this keeps going. He tries to remind himself to breathe as they kiss, hoping he’s not quite as clumsy as he gets more practice. He gazes up at Vanitas, lit by the moon and the flickering flames. He really is beautiful.]
[Although it probably wouldn't do much. Stupid strong ass vampire. Sighing in resignment at having to be the one to lead this little game of theirs, he focuses instead on kissing the hell out of Noé's dumb mouth, occasionally nipping his bottom lip and tugging at it. Trying to get more of those wonderful noises from him while grinding themselves together.
Honestly, if anyone should be thinking the other looks good, it's him. Noé's dark skin and hair contrast so beautifully with one another, his eyes are like gemstones, and that idiotic face is charming. After his skill in battle, it was the second thing he noted about him.]
I'll ride you, then, alright? Then we can switch next time.
[He's hoping there will be a next time, anyway, as this is steadily becoming something he quite enjoys, test of his patience though it might be.]
Eh? [Why is there talk of punching right now??? Still, he is sufficiently distracted by the kissing. The way Vanitas nibbles his lower lip really doesn’t help him to focus on anything else, and he’s already hardly quiet, but it is not like there’s anyone else around to hear him except Vanitas.
His fingers clutch against Vanitas’ shoulder before shifting to his back as he tries to figure timing in thrusting against him.]
[SO. OBLIVIOUS. It'd be cute if it weren't so frustrating! ...okay, it's still cute. Dammit. He presses in for a deeper kiss briefly, intending to SMOTHER THE IDIOT with affection, cutting off those delicious noises for a few long seconds before breaking away. Panting, he freezes at the question, worry suddenly gnawing away at him.
Is he assuming too much? Does Noé not want more...? Slowly, his head drops and he mumbles, the words coming out surprisingly softly for him.]
If you like it, I mean... You don't have to if you don't...
Ah, it’s fine. I just guess I wasn’t really thinking about the next time yet.
[He hadn’t necessarily meant anything more than that. But it seems like Vanitas was worried? He leans up to kiss his neck, his cheek in reassurance. He wants the other to feel safe. Comfortable with him.]
[At the reassurances, Vanitas perks back up a bit, cheeks warming both from the attention and because he'd assumed wrong. Yet there's clear relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he gazes down at Noé.]
Good... I think I'd like that.
[It's something he's been thinking about ever since he admitted to wanting Noé to be the one to end his life. That even if it came down to that, he first wanted to know his body inside and out if at all possible. So he gradually scoots up until he's hovering over him,, using one hand to brace himself on his chest while the other angles Noé's length to the right spot.]
[He probably shouldn’t kiss Vanitas on the neck too much. It’s not like he would hurt him or feed without permission, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. Especially this first time when he isn’t as sure how he might react to it all. Still, even if he blushes and lays back down, he nods. Trying to relax as best he can, figuring if he’s too tense it’s probably not the best. He tries to stay still as Vanitas shifts, not wanting to upset his balance or anything.
He has been having the odd occasion where he would feel more comfortable around the other, but he had not thought anything of it. It’s only now that he considers that it’s probably been because he has these feelings towards his friend. He was just too oblivious to realise it at the time. His arms lower to try not to be in the way as the other shifts. He swallows, but seems determined.]
[It's a consideration that he'll appreciate all the more once things get rolling. It's not as though he wants to tempt fate by teasing Noé or making things harder on him. Last thing they need is for a round of sex to turn into a battle to the death. That'd be a tense coitus.
As is, Vanitas gradually lowers himself down onto his friend's length, steadily enveloping him with his body, although it takes a great deal of effort to go slowly and not hurt himself. The further along he gets, the harder his breathing becomes, until once he's sitting fully astride Noé, he sounds more winded than after a fight. His chest heaves with the effort to remain still, allowing his body to adjust to having Noé inside himself and his fingers clutch at the vampire's bare chest.]
[Noé tries very hard to stay still, at least initially, while Vanitas is still gradually readying himself. It takes a lot of effort to. He clutches at the blanket underneath him, biting at his lower lip without thinking as he adjusts to the sensation. The feeling. It's new, but far from unpleasant. He reminds himself to breathe, to try not to arc his back, to stay still for now. To give them time to both adjust and get used to this.
One hand raises to clumsily wipe at his mouth at the familiar metallic taste of blood from nicking his lower lip. He takes a breath, his chest rising and falling with it as he shivers, and not from the cold.]
[Although he'll probably never say it, Vanitas is grateful for the consideration, as his smaller body needs extra time to adjust to having something so large and foreign inside him. Noé's bigger than he expected, and yet that's not a bad thing; it'll just take some practice to manage all of him. Practice he's already hoping they can make a regular thing. He's got it bad...
Feeling Noé tremble beneath him, he scrapes his nails over the dark skin of the vampire's abs, both as a mere reaction to what he's feeling inside himself and as a way of hopefully making this feel even better for his partner. Ever so slowly, he rocks his hips, getting Noé to move slightly within him and causing himself to pant heavily.]
You... Why're you so damn big...
[Not a complaint, more of an admission of admiration, of amazement.]
Ah? It's....it's okay, right? We can stop if it hurts or something?
[Noé offers, but he isn't sure it's the other complaining, exactly? The scrape of Vanitas's nails against his skin isn't painful, more just another sensation to focus on. Even if it did hurt, if the other did scratch him enough to draw blood, he probably wouldn't really mind. It isn't like anyone else would see the scratches.
Or hear Noé as he lets out a moan of pleasure and surprise in spite of himself. He is probably just particularly sensitive with this being the first time. The way the other rocks his hips, he's not sure yet if he should respond, should move with him yet.]
[Like hell is he going to let something like this get the better of him--! That would be like admitting defeat and no way is he allowing that to happen. So he breathes in then out slowly, forcing himself to relax rather than seize up out of instinct. He's used to pain. He can take this much.
That seems to help, as he's finally able to begin moving in earnest, lifting himself off Noé a few inches before sliding back down, starting ragged rhythm while his hands feel all over his stomach and chest. Eventually settling upon his nipples, which he rubs lightly, experimenting to see how he likes that.]
[Noé isn't necessarily seeing this as something like admitting defeat. But then, both of them did have something of a stubborn streak. So he probably also wouldn't be surprised if he were aware of that sort of train of thought from the other.
As Vanitas shifts, sliding back down against him, the attention to his nipples, he can't help but want to bite his lower lip again. He barely registers the faint pain of it against the pleasure that courses through from Vanitas' movements. His hand at his face shifts to try and almost hide his expression, even if it does nothing to muffle the noise he makes. As Vanitas starts moving more, Noé arches his back, his hips thrusting a little at first, before he's sure it's okay to be a bit firmer, a bit faster.]
[That's probably because Noé isn't the same brand of control freak that Vanitas is, always wanting things to be a certain way so he knows how to control the narrative. That's why he's determined to not allow himself to do anything but what he wants, regardless of how his body takes it.
If there's one thing Vanitas longs for, it's to hear Noé fall apart beneath him. To hear his breathing grow ragged and fast, for him to make all manner of noises because he feels so good... So without worrying about himself, he picks up the pace, grunting with the effort until Noé begins moving as well, earning himself a loud gasp that tapers out into a moan. Blindly, because his head is canted upward, he pinches at his partner's nipples, giving them little twists to match their motions. Hoping that it's pleasant as well.]
[Noé swallows, shifting one hand to Vanitas's waist. As if that hand at his hips would help secure him more. Well, it might be better than expected, given his strength. It helps hold Vanitas in place more as Noé starts getting the idea. The rhythm of Vanitas's thrusts. Trying to time his own with that as best he can. Though Vanitas toying with his nipples doesn't help as a distraction, it makes his cheeks hotter. The noises he makes are getting louder.
That is probably exactly what Vanitas wants. What he is aiming for. Not that the thought really registers, given how distracted he is. How much adrenaline and pleasure courses through him already.]
[With any luck bracing himself on Vanitas' hip will keep him just that bit more grounded; it certainly provides his human companion with a more steady pace as they work together to discover what works best to provide them both with pleasure. Ever one to seek out new experiences, Vanitas allows his hands to move from Noé's chest to his neck, wrapping lightly around it so he can feel the rapid pace of his pulse. To feel him swallow and inhale. Feel the reverberations from his moans so that they send trembles up his own spine.
He wants to hear Noé sing, like a bird. A special song that none will get to listen to but him... Leaning down, he brings his lips to the other's and kisses him. Not with force, but surprisingly gently, in an almost tender expression of affection.]
[He instinctively keeps leaning into Vanitas' touch, and doesn't seem to be concerned when the other wraps his hands around his neck. It isn't that tight. Really, it's just enough that it's almost pleasurable. Feeling the frantic way his breathing changes as they continue, the way his heart races. The way Vanitas tightens around him and how amazing it feels.
His lips are conveniently parted when the other leans down to kiss him, his hands shifting to Vanitas's back and cheek when he does. Head tilting so his nose doesn't angle to knock Vanitas' as he returns the kiss. The gentle, almost chaste and tender affection of it is at odds with their thrusting, but sweet all the same. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss, not yet. Merely returns it in kind, his hand at the other's cheek, threading through the strands of hair near his ear and the side of his neck there. His fingers clutch at Vanitas' back, but not hard or deep enough to scratch him, to break the skin. He doesn't actually want to hurt him.]
[The amount of trust being shown to him is enough to stir something within Vanitas, some deep-seated and long lost emotion he's forgotten the name to as the vampire's blood pulses beneath his fingertips. So he doesn't try to identify it, instead allowing that budding sensation to bloom within his chest while he works himself up and down Noé's length.
Again and again he kisses his friend and now partner, eager for every drop of affection the other man deigns to grace him with. Eventually, he starts introducing his teeth into the mix, nipping at his bottom lip more as his kisses turn aggressive, desperate while the heat between them builds further. He feels secure with Noé's hands on him, safe in his arms despite his vulnerable state. Eventually it reaches the point that his biting breaks the skin just a bit, enough to flood the taste of their kiss with a coppery tang, leading Vanitas to groan low under his breath.]
Hnngh... I think I get why you all enjoy a little bloodplay...
[If he really had an issue, he'd say something. Or push Vanitas off him or signal for him to stop or something. But he allows it, so Vanitas is able to feel every shaking breath, the way his heart races.
Noé barely registers the pain of his lower lip bleeding. So he's initially wondering if it was Vanitas. If he accidentally hurt him during their kiss. He shifts one of his hands to the other's shoulder, but doesn't outright push him off. Merely trying to take stock, to check with Vanitas that he was alright.]
That's....ah, did I hurt you? Sorry...!
[Vanitas doesn't seem upset about it? Maybe it was him. It's probably not too surprising, given the sort of beatings he was used to in fights, that he would barely even notice something like his lower lip bleeding, besides the obvious of that familiar taste. He was used to far worse than this. Even with Vanitas's hands around his neck and his lips red from more than just the blood.]
[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.....
[That's okay then. He's not as worried if it's him. So long as he hadn't hurt Vanitas accidentally. There's obvious relief in his expression as Vanitas reassures him, before he blinks at seeing Vanitas lick his lips like that. Licking his blood....
But, no. He shouldn't - Vanitas hasn't given permission. And he couldn't betray that. A lot had happened between the two of them, but there was still trust there. If he did something like that before Vanitas was ready, that would break it. Ruin everything.
It isn't like he isn't easily distracted from that train of thought, with the way Vanitas continues thrusting, and his own hips keep attempting to keep pace with the other, that pleasure building between them. He returns the kisses, hand raising to the back of Vanitas's head, fingers curling in his hair.]
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His expression softens, his hand tracing through Vanitas’ hair. He made his choice a good while ago. To stay. To support Vanitas. That hadn’t changed. He’s sure it will take time for Vanitas to accept that.]
But I say so. Even if you don’t think so. Haven’t I proven that by now?
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That look which once disgusted him now leaves him feeling warm, too much so as Noé's fingers run through his strands. It feels nice, brings back memories of Luna he wishes to forget, stirs up the complex vortex of emotions that always come with them. Yet he doesn't stop any of it.]
...you have. I can't understand why, but you--
[He leans down to kiss him again, shifting his hips to grind against him in a bid to distract the vampire.]
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[It has never taken much to excite or distract him. So it’s likely no surprise that Vanitas does so now. So easily by leaning down to kiss him again. He closes his eyes, his hand shifting to Vanitas’ neck to cradle the back of his head. The other hand raises to his shoulder, not to push him back but merely to hold him. There’s a little noise of surprise at the grinding, but not in protest. He just hadn’t anticipated it. His movements might be clumsy, but he raises his hips to try to tell Vanitas that it’s okay. To continue.]
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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...!]
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[Probably not the most helpful, but still. At least he gets that much out. There’s almost a dazed and pleasant noise as Vanitas distracts him from focusing too much on that he’s entirely naked with that grinding. Ignoring how hot his cheeks feel. He doesn’t mind that Vanitas is on top. So long as this keeps going. He tries to remind himself to breathe as they kiss, hoping he’s not quite as clumsy as he gets more practice. He gazes up at Vanitas, lit by the moon and the flickering flames. He really is beautiful.]
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[Although it probably wouldn't do much. Stupid strong ass vampire. Sighing in resignment at having to be the one to lead this little game of theirs, he focuses instead on kissing the hell out of Noé's dumb mouth, occasionally nipping his bottom lip and tugging at it. Trying to get more of those wonderful noises from him while grinding themselves together.
Honestly, if anyone should be thinking the other looks good, it's him. Noé's dark skin and hair contrast so beautifully with one another, his eyes are like gemstones, and that idiotic face is charming. After his skill in battle, it was the second thing he noted about him.]
I'll ride you, then, alright? Then we can switch next time.
[He's hoping there will be a next time, anyway, as this is steadily becoming something he quite enjoys, test of his patience though it might be.]
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His fingers clutch against Vanitas’ shoulder before shifting to his back as he tries to figure timing in thrusting against him.]
Next time?
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Is he assuming too much? Does Noé not want more...? Slowly, his head drops and he mumbles, the words coming out surprisingly softly for him.]
If you like it, I mean... You don't have to if you don't...
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[He hadn’t necessarily meant anything more than that. But it seems like Vanitas was worried? He leans up to kiss his neck, his cheek in reassurance. He wants the other to feel safe. Comfortable with him.]
You riding me is fine.
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[At the reassurances, Vanitas perks back up a bit, cheeks warming both from the attention and because he'd assumed wrong. Yet there's clear relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he gazes down at Noé.]
Good... I think I'd like that.
[It's something he's been thinking about ever since he admitted to wanting Noé to be the one to end his life. That even if it came down to that, he first wanted to know his body inside and out if at all possible. So he gradually scoots up until he's hovering over him,, using one hand to brace himself on his chest while the other angles Noé's length to the right spot.]
...you ready?
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[He probably shouldn’t kiss Vanitas on the neck too much. It’s not like he would hurt him or feed without permission, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. Especially this first time when he isn’t as sure how he might react to it all. Still, even if he blushes and lays back down, he nods. Trying to relax as best he can, figuring if he’s too tense it’s probably not the best. He tries to stay still as Vanitas shifts, not wanting to upset his balance or anything.
He has been having the odd occasion where he would feel more comfortable around the other, but he had not thought anything of it. It’s only now that he considers that it’s probably been because he has these feelings towards his friend. He was just too oblivious to realise it at the time. His arms lower to try not to be in the way as the other shifts. He swallows, but seems determined.]
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[It's a consideration that he'll appreciate all the more once things get rolling. It's not as though he wants to tempt fate by teasing Noé or making things harder on him. Last thing they need is for a round of sex to turn into a battle to the death. That'd be a tense coitus.
As is, Vanitas gradually lowers himself down onto his friend's length, steadily enveloping him with his body, although it takes a great deal of effort to go slowly and not hurt himself. The further along he gets, the harder his breathing becomes, until once he's sitting fully astride Noé, he sounds more winded than after a fight. His chest heaves with the effort to remain still, allowing his body to adjust to having Noé inside himself and his fingers clutch at the vampire's bare chest.]
Ah... Damn...
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One hand raises to clumsily wipe at his mouth at the familiar metallic taste of blood from nicking his lower lip. He takes a breath, his chest rising and falling with it as he shivers, and not from the cold.]
Ahh.....
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Feeling Noé tremble beneath him, he scrapes his nails over the dark skin of the vampire's abs, both as a mere reaction to what he's feeling inside himself and as a way of hopefully making this feel even better for his partner. Ever so slowly, he rocks his hips, getting Noé to move slightly within him and causing himself to pant heavily.]
You... Why're you so damn big...
[Not a complaint, more of an admission of admiration, of amazement.]
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[Noé offers, but he isn't sure it's the other complaining, exactly? The scrape of Vanitas's nails against his skin isn't painful, more just another sensation to focus on. Even if it did hurt, if the other did scratch him enough to draw blood, he probably wouldn't really mind. It isn't like anyone else would see the scratches.
Or hear Noé as he lets out a moan of pleasure and surprise in spite of himself. He is probably just particularly sensitive with this being the first time. The way the other rocks his hips, he's not sure yet if he should respond, should move with him yet.]
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[Like hell is he going to let something like this get the better of him--! That would be like admitting defeat and no way is he allowing that to happen. So he breathes in then out slowly, forcing himself to relax rather than seize up out of instinct. He's used to pain. He can take this much.
That seems to help, as he's finally able to begin moving in earnest, lifting himself off Noé a few inches before sliding back down, starting ragged rhythm while his hands feel all over his stomach and chest. Eventually settling upon his nipples, which he rubs lightly, experimenting to see how he likes that.]
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[Noé isn't necessarily seeing this as something like admitting defeat. But then, both of them did have something of a stubborn streak. So he probably also wouldn't be surprised if he were aware of that sort of train of thought from the other.
As Vanitas shifts, sliding back down against him, the attention to his nipples, he can't help but want to bite his lower lip again. He barely registers the faint pain of it against the pleasure that courses through from Vanitas' movements. His hand at his face shifts to try and almost hide his expression, even if it does nothing to muffle the noise he makes. As Vanitas starts moving more, Noé arches his back, his hips thrusting a little at first, before he's sure it's okay to be a bit firmer, a bit faster.]
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If there's one thing Vanitas longs for, it's to hear Noé fall apart beneath him. To hear his breathing grow ragged and fast, for him to make all manner of noises because he feels so good... So without worrying about himself, he picks up the pace, grunting with the effort until Noé begins moving as well, earning himself a loud gasp that tapers out into a moan. Blindly, because his head is canted upward, he pinches at his partner's nipples, giving them little twists to match their motions. Hoping that it's pleasant as well.]
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That is probably exactly what Vanitas wants. What he is aiming for. Not that the thought really registers, given how distracted he is. How much adrenaline and pleasure courses through him already.]
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He wants to hear Noé sing, like a bird. A special song that none will get to listen to but him... Leaning down, he brings his lips to the other's and kisses him. Not with force, but surprisingly gently, in an almost tender expression of affection.]
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His lips are conveniently parted when the other leans down to kiss him, his hands shifting to Vanitas's back and cheek when he does. Head tilting so his nose doesn't angle to knock Vanitas' as he returns the kiss. The gentle, almost chaste and tender affection of it is at odds with their thrusting, but sweet all the same. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss, not yet. Merely returns it in kind, his hand at the other's cheek, threading through the strands of hair near his ear and the side of his neck there. His fingers clutch at Vanitas' back, but not hard or deep enough to scratch him, to break the skin. He doesn't actually want to hurt him.]
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Again and again he kisses his friend and now partner, eager for every drop of affection the other man deigns to grace him with. Eventually, he starts introducing his teeth into the mix, nipping at his bottom lip more as his kisses turn aggressive, desperate while the heat between them builds further. He feels secure with Noé's hands on him, safe in his arms despite his vulnerable state. Eventually it reaches the point that his biting breaks the skin just a bit, enough to flood the taste of their kiss with a coppery tang, leading Vanitas to groan low under his breath.]
Hnngh... I think I get why you all enjoy a little bloodplay...
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Noé barely registers the pain of his lower lip bleeding. So he's initially wondering if it was Vanitas. If he accidentally hurt him during their kiss. He shifts one of his hands to the other's shoulder, but doesn't outright push him off. Merely trying to take stock, to check with Vanitas that he was alright.]
That's....ah, did I hurt you? Sorry...!
[Vanitas doesn't seem upset about it? Maybe it was him. It's probably not too surprising, given the sort of beatings he was used to in fights, that he would barely even notice something like his lower lip bleeding, besides the obvious of that familiar taste. He was used to far worse than this. Even with Vanitas's hands around his neck and his lips red from more than just the blood.]
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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.....
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[That's okay then. He's not as worried if it's him. So long as he hadn't hurt Vanitas accidentally. There's obvious relief in his expression as Vanitas reassures him, before he blinks at seeing Vanitas lick his lips like that. Licking his blood....
But, no. He shouldn't - Vanitas hasn't given permission. And he couldn't betray that. A lot had happened between the two of them, but there was still trust there. If he did something like that before Vanitas was ready, that would break it. Ruin everything.
It isn't like he isn't easily distracted from that train of thought, with the way Vanitas continues thrusting, and his own hips keep attempting to keep pace with the other, that pleasure building between them. He returns the kisses, hand raising to the back of Vanitas's head, fingers curling in his hair.]
Ah...huh?
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