[As he's grabbed, he blinks in initial surprise for a second, but he's quick enough to return the kiss, one arm pulling Vanitas closer to him. At least, since Vanitas gives permission, he isn't quite so worried and cautious now about accidentally nicking the other's lower lip in the process. He's a bit dazed himself when they pull back, panting as he catches his breath.]
Mm -- eh?
[Maybe he did ask too many questions. It isn't that he doesn't trust that Vanitas would say something if he weren't doing something quite right. He just can't help wanting to try and check with the other. Especially since this is the first time. So he wants to be sure that this was all okay. That Vanitas was alright with it. Consent was important, and he wants to be sure to respect any boundaries. He wants to know that the other is comfortable with him.
His breath hitches, his fingers curling at Vanitas's back as the other shifts in thrusting again.]
Aah...I'm...I'm fine...
[His strength was something he did try to keep in mind with mortals. Most of the time, anyway. He'd been letting Vanitas take the lead, cautious about hurting him otherwise. A moan escapes his lips with the other's movements, with the reassurance and encouragement that it was okay. Maybe he was treating the other a bit too delicately. But it was simply that he wanted to avoid accidentally hurting Vanitas. Not that he didn't want this.
With the other's encouragement, he holds to the Vanitas's waist at his hips, picking up more speed as his own hips thrust. That was one advantage of being a vampire. Not that he had ever necessarily thought of it like this. His face buries in Vanitas's neck near his shoulder for a moment, not to bite him but merely holding him close.]
[Always so innocent... It's sweet, really. Something he truly appreciates about Noé, especially in moments like these. It's good, too, to hear that he's able to make the vampire so breathless simply with kisses. He loves hearing him straining and fighting to control himself.]
I'm saying it's fine, you idiot.
[Apparently "idiot" is now a term of endearment for them. Vanitas can't bring himself to use a more direct term of affection, not with Noé. They've been through too much to muddy the waters with different terminology. And despite Vanitas' apparent annoyance, he feels so very warm from being checked on so much. Loved, dare he say. It is that, isn't it...? Well, whatever it is, he appreciates it all the same.
Smiling to himself at Noé's erratic breathing, he lets out a little laugh.]
Good, good... I want you to be better than fine...
[One of these days he's going to have to piss Noé off in order to get him to cut loose and really rail him, that much Vanitas has decided. The guy is far too nice and kind for his own good. Maybe if he told him he wants to end up a bit bruised? Would that encourage him to be more free...? It's worth a shot.
--except that it seems Noé finally gets the idea, hastening his pace much to Vanitas' delight. He grunts and gasps loudly as his friend pounds into him, returning the gesture of holding him close by nestling against his chest completely, allowing their pounding hearts to meet. Sweat trickles down his brow the more he jerks in the other's grasp, eyes fluttering lightly. Against his will, he finds himself muttering in Noé's ear.]
[Noé doesn't protest. He's used to being called such things by Vanitas and others. But at least the other is keeping consistent. He can't fault that. It would be strange to expect that things would really change all that much between them generally. Even if things were a little different between them with this.
It doesn't take much encouragement. That he could stop holding back so much. Noé doesn't intend to hurt the other. Though with how tightly he clutches at Vanitas's back, he might be unintentionally scratching him. Might have bruised him at the neck with his feeding. Their sweat mingles at their chests as Vanitas nestles against his chest.
Better than fine. He was. Oh, he was. There was something about the way Vanitas murmurs in his ear, the way he jerks against him, that spurs him on more. Noé keeps up a steady pace, wanting to keep going, to keep riding that pleasurable feeling that keeps building. Chasing that as it floods through his body with each thrust as he pants and bites his lower lip.]
[Perhaps eventually he'll become comfortable referring to him by some other pet name, but for now this works fine. So long as Noé understands the intent behind it, that's what matters. That for once he doesn't mean it maliciously.
Feeling his nails rake alongside his back earns a pleased hiss from Vanitas. He doesn't mind being marked in this way; he already has so many scars, what's a few more borne from an affectionate act such as this? If he walks away sporting marks of his conquest, then it only means that he has something to be proud of. Because being Noé's lover is an honor. That much he feels as strongly as the sweat sticking their skin together.
Idly, he has to wonder just how much stamina vampires have for this sort of thing, and belatedly, realizes they probably can go a lot more than a human can. So he ends up laughing to himself for his hubris, burying his face against Noé's chest while they both seek release for him. He wants him to know the same pleasure he experienced, after all.]
[At least this time, it is clear from the way Vanitas says it that he isn't meaning it. He's not that frustrated with him or anything. It's probably just from habit, more than anything else, that he says it, almost.
Noé isn't necessarily considering that he might mark the other like this. From feeding from him, giving him scars. He's just doing what seems instinctive, what Vanitas wants him to. What feels good. It'd probably only be afterwards that he might realize that. Which is probably a little hilarious considering how worked up he was over Jeanne feeding from Vanitas first. And yet, now, it was his turn. Vanitas was his. Jeanne hadn't had this with him.
He had not even thought about the potential difference in stamina. How he might be able to hold out longer than Vanitas. He glances at Vanitas's laughing, but is too distracted as he nears his own climax. His head tilts back against the blanket as he does, his thrusts getting faster, fingers clutching at Vanitas's back and hair as he pants and cries out. He then slumps back down on the blanket, wiping at his brow with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.]
[A bad habit, but he's good at those. One day he'll pick a cute name with which to tease him, but for now that requires far too much effort and brain power he doesn't have the resources for in this lustful haze.
It's possible part of him wants Noé to mark him up, to claim him for his own. There's something terribly arousing and stimulating about being a specific vampire's feeding ground. He felt it when Jeanne marked him: that thrilling rush of being prey to a stronger creature that could've snapped his neck. Yet there's something much more tender about Noé possessing him. Which likely has to do with the fact they're having sex, too. There's being a vampire's meal and then there's whatever this is. Love, maybe...? He's not sure.
All he knows is that he's determined to see it through for Noé, to make sure he feels just as wonderful. So he rides him hard, back arching with fingers splayed across his bare skin until his vampire companion manages to reach that glorious peak and he can gradually slow down, finally allowing himself to drop onto Noé's chest. His breath comes in heavy pants, but somehow he finds the energy to laugh again, light and amused while he rests a hand over Noé's heart.]
[He isn't quite registering yet if he might have marked Vanitas in more ways than one. That Jeanne and everyone else would be able to tell what had happened between them. He just lies there catching his breath, not quite looking at Vanitas just yet. Simply savoring this feeling. Sure, he's panting and definitely needs to wash up, but there was something delightful and amazing about this. Neither of them had exactly said those three words yet. But whatever it was between them, it was clear it was mutual. They both felt something there. Something besides the frustration and annoyance at each other at times.
His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, lips parted, before he smiles at that. His heart probably is still racing from the adrenaline that Vanitas can feel as he lays a hand there, one of Noé's arms around Vanitas's waist as he sighs.]
[That's one decided disadvantage to having vampires feasting on him: end ends up looking like a walking tattoo advertisement. And yet... he doesn't mind. Not this time, anyway. Nor does he care if his skin has been bruised, revealing the passion from their time together. He'll wear it with pride, much as he had with Jeanne. For now, though, he runs his hand over Noé's bare skin, allowing it to follow with each breath he takes. Maybe he'll never be able to bring himself to utter those words, but if he can just show him the care and appreciation he deserves, then that's fine...
Watching him breath isn't quite enough for Vanitas, so he scoots up just a bit in order to press their lips together briefly, sighing into the kiss. For once, he feels safe. Like he can relax, knowing that Noé is here looking after him. That he doesn't need to worry about him sneaking a bite anymore.]
Heh... We should do this again sometime. I want to try seeing what you're like with me inside you.
[The idea makes his cheeks redden, as if he isn't flushed already, as he calms down. His lips easily part, and he returns the kiss, just taking in the moment. He's not immediately ready to move just yet. Even if they will need to eventually. For now, he's not too cold. He doesn't think Vanitas feels all that cold anymore. Evidently, their vigorous activity just now had warmed him up some.
He sighs, his fingers lazily, absently drawing patterns against Vanitas's back. There's something delightfully soothing, calming about the moment. Just the two of them like this. He doesn't necessarily expect it to be like this all the time. There would still be times when they bicker and yell at each other, but even so. This was....nice. He's not assuming Vanitas necessarily means anything is going to happen right now. But that he wants this again...well, he's not exactly sure what this means for them. He's not immediately considering what the reaction might be. If Domi were to find out.
He shifts just slightly, lowering his hand from his brow and eyes and glancing up at the other.]
You're okay? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
[He doesn't think that's the case, but it's always best to be sure rather than make assumptions. Given how readily Noé reciprocates, he's fairly certain there won't be any issue. Thankfully the night is still young, affording them enough time to simply savor one another's presence after everything. There's no trace of the chills that plagued him earlier now that his body is warmed up inside and out. Though that may change as the sweat on his skin begins to cool.
Feeling Noé trace designs on his skin sends a pleasant tingling sensation up his spine, and he finds himself having to swallow a moan. Although maybe he should let it out... Instead, he sighs in contentment, feeling of a similar mind; they'll never have a perfect relationship, but that's what makes knowing each other such a delight. Noé challenges him, forces him to confront his own arrogance and prejudices, and makes him grow as a person. He hates it and loves it all at once. That's why he wants to continue down this new path and see where it takes them. They can contend with Dominique and Jeanne later. Once he's sorted out his feelings.
Peering down at him, he nods, a playful smile on his lips.]
Nothing I didn't enjoy. Next time I'll have you be a bit more free with yourself, even. I want you to mark me as yours, Noé...
I do. I guess I just hadn't quite thought too far ahead with this.
[But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to try. To do whatever Vanitas might want. He'd said he was staying with Vanitas, and he had meant it. He doesn't see that changing. So they may as well just see where this takes them. Noé's purple eyes widen a little as Vanitas continues, glancing over the other as best as he can from having the other lying on top of him still like this. It's hard to tell, but besides some scratches on his back, maybe a little bruising at his hips, and the obvious bite mark at his neck, it doesn't seem to be too bad.]
Mark you...? Ah, you mean like Jeanne did? When she fed from you?
Neither did I, but it's fine. We had fun, right? We'll figure things out as we go.
[Now that they're (affectionately) stuck with each other, they can take their time feeling things out step by step, until they find a comfortable medium. At least for as much time as he has... Shaking that thought off, he forces a smile that's a little strained, pushing himself upright with a moan. He's going to be achy in the morning, but it was damn worth it. Maybe he'll be able to bribe Noé into using those strong hands of his to give him a massage... He can always offer to trade the favor for some sweets. That'd be fair.]
Mmm... I'm curious to see what your mark looks like. And if we're going to make this a regular occurrence, then you'll want to stake your claim, won't you?
Mm. That's right. And we can figure it out together. It isn't like either of us is that experienced with this, so. We might make mistakes. But...that's why we can figure it together.
[He says, not stopping to consider how long Vanitas has. About how the other had asked Noé to kill him. That every time he used his abilities, that meant the mark on his arm kept spreading. What had happened to Mikhail. He's too focused on the moment. It wouldn't necessarily be that difficult to bribe him with promises of sweets. There were reasons that Domi and Vanitas both compared him to a child at times.]
Stake my claim? Ah, well...
[He really hadn't considered that far ahead. What this might mean for them. What it might look like. Literally, in Vanitas's case, in that regard, with the bite marks and everything else that came with being with a vampire. Being with him. There was part of him that was immediately tempted by that idea. A way to show that Vanitas was his. Some possessive and selfish part of him wants that. He swallows, lips pursing as he considers.]
Précisément. So long as we don't expect immediate perfection then all should be well. Besides, not everything has to change.
[That innocence is something Vanitas hopes Noé never loses. It's a treasure that helps make him who he is, even if it sometimes causes them no end of grief. While his own demise is never far from his mind, Vanitas says nothing to bring attention to it. There's no reason. Futile. Besides, why spoil a good thing? He doesn't want pity, after all. He wants to keep seeing Noé's smile, kind and compassionate.]
It's something you lot have an instinct for, isn't it? It's fine. If you desire it, then so too do I.
[He tips his head to the right, exposing his left side where there's plenty of room for a fresh marking. His blue eyes sparkle with something mischievous and possibly devious. Tempting him to go for it. Meanwhile his hands thread through those white strands, gently tugging him in encouragement. Perhaps it could be considered coercion, but that would hardly be new for him. Vanitas has never exactly been subtle about what he wants.]
No. I mean, maybe some things will, but. Overall, I don't think it should change much?
[He was already protective of Vanitas anyway. Even before this. And he doesn't expect this will mean they won't argue. Still, neither of them is expecting the other to be perfect. They know each other too well for that, at this point. Know each other's flaws and weaknesses. Their insecurities. So, it's fine. In that regard, it would be hard to really surprise each other or feel let down or anything.]
It....um.
[He can't exactly....deny that. Can he? When he did feel that jealousy that Jeanne fed from Vanitas first. Even if, back then, he hadn't necessarily realized his feelings. Not yet. But that mischievous look in his eyes and the way he pulls the vampire closer, it is tempting. His eyes close, his warm breath against Vanitas's skin before he opens his mouth, lips pressing against the other's neck as his fangs dig in once more.]
Exactly. I enjoy what we have. Even if you're stubborn.
[It's both a good and bad trait, after all. If anything, it very well be that Vanitas' own feelings are what will change most in that he'll allow himself to be honest for a change and admit to how much he treasures Noé. That perhaps finally he can acknowledge that they're not just traveling companions, but friends. Friends with benefits, but still.]
Hmm~?
[He's always known that Noé has found him to be like a forbidden treat. Now that they have his ability as an Archiviste out of the way, it no longer has to remain so. They can do this to their hearts' content. Or at least as much as his human body can handle. Perhaps he's pushing it, but he doesn't care. Instead Vanitas only lets out a gasp as those fangs find their mark again, causing him to twitch and squirm with pleasure, a breathless laugh escaping between clenched teeth.]
[Maybe he would pout about Vanitas calling him the stubborn one, but. Well. He can't entirely deny that. Because he did have his moments. Whether it was a positive thing or not probably depended on just what exactly he was being stubborn about. How much Vanitas agreed with him about it or not. Still, in this, in staying with Vanitas? That he has been stubborn and determined about. Even with everything that had happened. He'd still refused to leave the doctor's side. Even after the other had a knife to his throat.
That he was forbidden from feeding from Vanitas, without his consent, had made it all the more tempting. But he had behaved and respected that boundary. Once he is more used to the idea of being allowed, he might not quite feed as much. He doesn't intend to take a lot right now, knowing that he had already fed from the other earlier. But he sips, licking at the puncture wounds after a moment, some blood still on his lips as he withdraws afterwards, getting some smeared on his nose when he wipes clumsily at his face with his hand.]
[They're both equally stubborn at times, so it's not like Vanitas has any room to talk, but since when did that ever stop him? If anything his own determination to be right compels him to insist upon it. Noé isn't wrong, either, about staying by his side. Fiercely stubborn on that, to the point of pissing him off enough to try threatening him. Not that it had worked, but still.
He's just grateful that that stubborn nature didn't come into play with his blood. That Noé had been polite and restrained enough to not jump him for a taste, and now he has his reward. Vanitas plans on letting him indulge as much as he wants this night, special as it is, even if it leaves him a touch exhausted and drained. A shiver runs through him as he watches the vampire try and fail to clean up his mess.]
Nothing... [Smiling still, he leans in to lick that bit of blood from his nose, then, feeling feisty, he nips at the soft flesh of his nose playfully.]
[He wrinkles his nose, not expecting the other to lick it, let alone nip at it. He hasn't even registered that he hadn't quite cleaned his face as best as he could have until the other leans in. He blinks, but can't exactly pull back, given that he is lying down on the blanket and all.
He doesn't want to completely leave the other too weak, take too much, so he figures that is probably enough for now. Even if his blood was delicious, sweeter and better than he had imagined. There was just something about it. Probably because of the experiments, perhaps? He's not sure. But it was different.]
[There's that playful side that comes out on occasion, like when he enjoys teasing folks and making them squirm. At least he simply kisses his nose after, a subtle apology for the bite such as it is. Then he just buries his face against Noé's neck with a soft hum.
The nice thing is that they can allow him to feed more often from now on, a little here and there without draining him too much. If sharing this with Noé makes him happy, then he'll have one thing to thank Luna for, if nothing else. A small comfort, but one nonetheless. Reaching out for another blanket, he wraps it around them securely, figuring they can get clean in the morning.]
[He scrunches up his nose again instinctively, but seems to calm down more with the kiss. There's a soft hum of contentment as the other nestles in against him like that. As his hand strokes Vanitas's back, he absently draws random patterns on his skin with his fingertips. He's feeling lazily peaceful, lying here with Vanitas as the other pulls the blanket over them. There's a soft smile as the other says that he's warm.]
I do tend to be warmer after feeding. If you're cold, we can get to bed?
[That makes Vanitas smile; he'll have to remember to nibble on him again to see what kind of reactions he can get out of him. Once they settle down though his expression softens into something rarely seen on the human's face: peace. He shivers from Noé's touch, reveling in how nice it is to simply feel another person. Using him for a pillow, he nods, idly stroking his friend's cheek.]
I'd like to stay right here, if that's okay. I'm finally warm...
[Perhaps Luna was right: that so long as he didn't close his heart to everyone, the cold wouldn't bother him one day.]
Hm. Here is fine. I just wanted to be sure that you were warm enough.
[He wants to check in with the other, shifting just slightly to get comfortable and ensure the blanket covers them both, especially Vanitas. It's clear that the other isn't shivering because of the chill. He can tell that the other wasn't feeling cold. Not against him. But he still tries to make sure that the other is covered. He doesn't know what Luna said to Vanitas. How it might apply to him. To them.]
[Those are words than Vanitas may never end up sharing with another, and yet... that's okay. They can be the private hope that he carries around within himself, one of the many secrets of Luna's existence that gives him strength when he needs it. All Noé needs to know is how grateful he is for him, for his kindness. Hence Vanitas pressing a soft kiss over Noé's heart. It's not quite an "I love you", but it's close.]
[Because, given that he is oblivious to Vanitas's conversation with Luna, he doesn't quite get the full significance of those words. The meaning behind it. He was just glad if the other wasn't too cold. Between the blankets and the fire still going, they should be fine for now, though. He gives a small smile as the other kisses him, but he doesn't move otherwise. He's content to remain here. They could wash up in the morning when it's light, along with taking care of the blankets before heading out again.]
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Mm -- eh?
[Maybe he did ask too many questions. It isn't that he doesn't trust that Vanitas would say something if he weren't doing something quite right. He just can't help wanting to try and check with the other. Especially since this is the first time. So he wants to be sure that this was all okay. That Vanitas was alright with it. Consent was important, and he wants to be sure to respect any boundaries. He wants to know that the other is comfortable with him.
His breath hitches, his fingers curling at Vanitas's back as the other shifts in thrusting again.]
Aah...I'm...I'm fine...
[His strength was something he did try to keep in mind with mortals. Most of the time, anyway. He'd been letting Vanitas take the lead, cautious about hurting him otherwise. A moan escapes his lips with the other's movements, with the reassurance and encouragement that it was okay. Maybe he was treating the other a bit too delicately. But it was simply that he wanted to avoid accidentally hurting Vanitas. Not that he didn't want this.
With the other's encouragement, he holds to the Vanitas's waist at his hips, picking up more speed as his own hips thrust. That was one advantage of being a vampire. Not that he had ever necessarily thought of it like this. His face buries in Vanitas's neck near his shoulder for a moment, not to bite him but merely holding him close.]
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I'm saying it's fine, you idiot.
[Apparently "idiot" is now a term of endearment for them. Vanitas can't bring himself to use a more direct term of affection, not with Noé. They've been through too much to muddy the waters with different terminology. And despite Vanitas' apparent annoyance, he feels so very warm from being checked on so much. Loved, dare he say. It is that, isn't it...? Well, whatever it is, he appreciates it all the same.
Smiling to himself at Noé's erratic breathing, he lets out a little laugh.]
Good, good... I want you to be better than fine...
[One of these days he's going to have to piss Noé off in order to get him to cut loose and really rail him, that much Vanitas has decided. The guy is far too nice and kind for his own good. Maybe if he told him he wants to end up a bit bruised? Would that encourage him to be more free...? It's worth a shot.
--except that it seems Noé finally gets the idea, hastening his pace much to Vanitas' delight. He grunts and gasps loudly as his friend pounds into him, returning the gesture of holding him close by nestling against his chest completely, allowing their pounding hearts to meet. Sweat trickles down his brow the more he jerks in the other's grasp, eyes fluttering lightly. Against his will, he finds himself muttering in Noé's ear.]
Nice... This is so very nice...
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It doesn't take much encouragement. That he could stop holding back so much. Noé doesn't intend to hurt the other. Though with how tightly he clutches at Vanitas's back, he might be unintentionally scratching him. Might have bruised him at the neck with his feeding. Their sweat mingles at their chests as Vanitas nestles against his chest.
Better than fine. He was. Oh, he was. There was something about the way Vanitas murmurs in his ear, the way he jerks against him, that spurs him on more. Noé keeps up a steady pace, wanting to keep going, to keep riding that pleasurable feeling that keeps building. Chasing that as it floods through his body with each thrust as he pants and bites his lower lip.]
Better than fine? This....this is.
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Feeling his nails rake alongside his back earns a pleased hiss from Vanitas. He doesn't mind being marked in this way; he already has so many scars, what's a few more borne from an affectionate act such as this? If he walks away sporting marks of his conquest, then it only means that he has something to be proud of. Because being Noé's lover is an honor. That much he feels as strongly as the sweat sticking their skin together.
Idly, he has to wonder just how much stamina vampires have for this sort of thing, and belatedly, realizes they probably can go a lot more than a human can. So he ends up laughing to himself for his hubris, burying his face against Noé's chest while they both seek release for him. He wants him to know the same pleasure he experienced, after all.]
Mmm... It's great, isn't it...? Hah--
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[At least this time, it is clear from the way Vanitas says it that he isn't meaning it. He's not that frustrated with him or anything. It's probably just from habit, more than anything else, that he says it, almost.
Noé isn't necessarily considering that he might mark the other like this. From feeding from him, giving him scars. He's just doing what seems instinctive, what Vanitas wants him to. What feels good. It'd probably only be afterwards that he might realize that. Which is probably a little hilarious considering how worked up he was over Jeanne feeding from Vanitas first. And yet, now, it was his turn. Vanitas was his. Jeanne hadn't had this with him.
He had not even thought about the potential difference in stamina. How he might be able to hold out longer than Vanitas. He glances at Vanitas's laughing, but is too distracted as he nears his own climax. His head tilts back against the blanket as he does, his thrusts getting faster, fingers clutching at Vanitas's back and hair as he pants and cries out. He then slumps back down on the blanket, wiping at his brow with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.]
Haa.....Wow...
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[A bad habit, but he's good at those. One day he'll pick a cute name with which to tease him, but for now that requires far too much effort and brain power he doesn't have the resources for in this lustful haze.
It's possible part of him wants Noé to mark him up, to claim him for his own. There's something terribly arousing and stimulating about being a specific vampire's feeding ground. He felt it when Jeanne marked him: that thrilling rush of being prey to a stronger creature that could've snapped his neck. Yet there's something much more tender about Noé possessing him. Which likely has to do with the fact they're having sex, too. There's being a vampire's meal and then there's whatever this is. Love, maybe...? He's not sure.
All he knows is that he's determined to see it through for Noé, to make sure he feels just as wonderful. So he rides him hard, back arching with fingers splayed across his bare skin until his vampire companion manages to reach that glorious peak and he can gradually slow down, finally allowing himself to drop onto Noé's chest. His breath comes in heavy pants, but somehow he finds the energy to laugh again, light and amused while he rests a hand over Noé's heart.]
Right? I can see why people do this...
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His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, lips parted, before he smiles at that. His heart probably is still racing from the adrenaline that Vanitas can feel as he lays a hand there, one of Noé's arms around Vanitas's waist as he sighs.]
Mm. Yeah. I think I'm starting to.
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Watching him breath isn't quite enough for Vanitas, so he scoots up just a bit in order to press their lips together briefly, sighing into the kiss. For once, he feels safe. Like he can relax, knowing that Noé is here looking after him. That he doesn't need to worry about him sneaking a bite anymore.]
Heh... We should do this again sometime. I want to try seeing what you're like with me inside you.
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[The idea makes his cheeks redden, as if he isn't flushed already, as he calms down. His lips easily part, and he returns the kiss, just taking in the moment. He's not immediately ready to move just yet. Even if they will need to eventually. For now, he's not too cold. He doesn't think Vanitas feels all that cold anymore. Evidently, their vigorous activity just now had warmed him up some.
He sighs, his fingers lazily, absently drawing patterns against Vanitas's back. There's something delightfully soothing, calming about the moment. Just the two of them like this. He doesn't necessarily expect it to be like this all the time. There would still be times when they bicker and yell at each other, but even so. This was....nice. He's not assuming Vanitas necessarily means anything is going to happen right now. But that he wants this again...well, he's not exactly sure what this means for them. He's not immediately considering what the reaction might be. If Domi were to find out.
He shifts just slightly, lowering his hand from his brow and eyes and glancing up at the other.]
You're okay? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
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[He doesn't think that's the case, but it's always best to be sure rather than make assumptions. Given how readily Noé reciprocates, he's fairly certain there won't be any issue. Thankfully the night is still young, affording them enough time to simply savor one another's presence after everything. There's no trace of the chills that plagued him earlier now that his body is warmed up inside and out. Though that may change as the sweat on his skin begins to cool.
Feeling Noé trace designs on his skin sends a pleasant tingling sensation up his spine, and he finds himself having to swallow a moan. Although maybe he should let it out... Instead, he sighs in contentment, feeling of a similar mind; they'll never have a perfect relationship, but that's what makes knowing each other such a delight. Noé challenges him, forces him to confront his own arrogance and prejudices, and makes him grow as a person. He hates it and loves it all at once. That's why he wants to continue down this new path and see where it takes them. They can contend with Dominique and Jeanne later. Once he's sorted out his feelings.
Peering down at him, he nods, a playful smile on his lips.]
Nothing I didn't enjoy. Next time I'll have you be a bit more free with yourself, even. I want you to mark me as yours, Noé...
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[But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to try. To do whatever Vanitas might want. He'd said he was staying with Vanitas, and he had meant it. He doesn't see that changing. So they may as well just see where this takes them. Noé's purple eyes widen a little as Vanitas continues, glancing over the other as best as he can from having the other lying on top of him still like this. It's hard to tell, but besides some scratches on his back, maybe a little bruising at his hips, and the obvious bite mark at his neck, it doesn't seem to be too bad.]
Mark you...? Ah, you mean like Jeanne did? When she fed from you?
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[Now that they're (affectionately) stuck with each other, they can take their time feeling things out step by step, until they find a comfortable medium. At least for as much time as he has... Shaking that thought off, he forces a smile that's a little strained, pushing himself upright with a moan. He's going to be achy in the morning, but it was damn worth it. Maybe he'll be able to bribe Noé into using those strong hands of his to give him a massage... He can always offer to trade the favor for some sweets. That'd be fair.]
Mmm... I'm curious to see what your mark looks like. And if we're going to make this a regular occurrence, then you'll want to stake your claim, won't you?
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[He says, not stopping to consider how long Vanitas has. About how the other had asked Noé to kill him. That every time he used his abilities, that meant the mark on his arm kept spreading. What had happened to Mikhail. He's too focused on the moment. It wouldn't necessarily be that difficult to bribe him with promises of sweets. There were reasons that Domi and Vanitas both compared him to a child at times.]
Stake my claim? Ah, well...
[He really hadn't considered that far ahead. What this might mean for them. What it might look like. Literally, in Vanitas's case, in that regard, with the bite marks and everything else that came with being with a vampire. Being with him. There was part of him that was immediately tempted by that idea. A way to show that Vanitas was his. Some possessive and selfish part of him wants that. He swallows, lips pursing as he considers.]
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[That innocence is something Vanitas hopes Noé never loses. It's a treasure that helps make him who he is, even if it sometimes causes them no end of grief. While his own demise is never far from his mind, Vanitas says nothing to bring attention to it. There's no reason. Futile. Besides, why spoil a good thing? He doesn't want pity, after all. He wants to keep seeing Noé's smile, kind and compassionate.]
It's something you lot have an instinct for, isn't it? It's fine. If you desire it, then so too do I.
[He tips his head to the right, exposing his left side where there's plenty of room for a fresh marking. His blue eyes sparkle with something mischievous and possibly devious. Tempting him to go for it. Meanwhile his hands thread through those white strands, gently tugging him in encouragement. Perhaps it could be considered coercion, but that would hardly be new for him. Vanitas has never exactly been subtle about what he wants.]
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[He was already protective of Vanitas anyway. Even before this. And he doesn't expect this will mean they won't argue. Still, neither of them is expecting the other to be perfect. They know each other too well for that, at this point. Know each other's flaws and weaknesses. Their insecurities. So, it's fine. In that regard, it would be hard to really surprise each other or feel let down or anything.]
It....um.
[He can't exactly....deny that. Can he? When he did feel that jealousy that Jeanne fed from Vanitas first. Even if, back then, he hadn't necessarily realized his feelings. Not yet. But that mischievous look in his eyes and the way he pulls the vampire closer, it is tempting. His eyes close, his warm breath against Vanitas's skin before he opens his mouth, lips pressing against the other's neck as his fangs dig in once more.]
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[It's both a good and bad trait, after all. If anything, it very well be that Vanitas' own feelings are what will change most in that he'll allow himself to be honest for a change and admit to how much he treasures Noé. That perhaps finally he can acknowledge that they're not just traveling companions, but friends. Friends with benefits, but still.]
Hmm~?
[He's always known that Noé has found him to be like a forbidden treat. Now that they have his ability as an Archiviste out of the way, it no longer has to remain so. They can do this to their hearts' content. Or at least as much as his human body can handle. Perhaps he's pushing it, but he doesn't care. Instead Vanitas only lets out a gasp as those fangs find their mark again, causing him to twitch and squirm with pleasure, a breathless laugh escaping between clenched teeth.]
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That he was forbidden from feeding from Vanitas, without his consent, had made it all the more tempting. But he had behaved and respected that boundary. Once he is more used to the idea of being allowed, he might not quite feed as much. He doesn't intend to take a lot right now, knowing that he had already fed from the other earlier. But he sips, licking at the puncture wounds after a moment, some blood still on his lips as he withdraws afterwards, getting some smeared on his nose when he wipes clumsily at his face with his hand.]
Hm?
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He's just grateful that that stubborn nature didn't come into play with his blood. That Noé had been polite and restrained enough to not jump him for a taste, and now he has his reward. Vanitas plans on letting him indulge as much as he wants this night, special as it is, even if it leaves him a touch exhausted and drained. A shiver runs through him as he watches the vampire try and fail to clean up his mess.]
Nothing... [Smiling still, he leans in to lick that bit of blood from his nose, then, feeling feisty, he nips at the soft flesh of his nose playfully.]
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[He wrinkles his nose, not expecting the other to lick it, let alone nip at it. He hasn't even registered that he hadn't quite cleaned his face as best as he could have until the other leans in. He blinks, but can't exactly pull back, given that he is lying down on the blanket and all.
He doesn't want to completely leave the other too weak, take too much, so he figures that is probably enough for now. Even if his blood was delicious, sweeter and better than he had imagined. There was just something about it. Probably because of the experiments, perhaps? He's not sure. But it was different.]
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[There's that playful side that comes out on occasion, like when he enjoys teasing folks and making them squirm. At least he simply kisses his nose after, a subtle apology for the bite such as it is. Then he just buries his face against Noé's neck with a soft hum.
The nice thing is that they can allow him to feed more often from now on, a little here and there without draining him too much. If sharing this with Noé makes him happy, then he'll have one thing to thank Luna for, if nothing else. A small comfort, but one nonetheless. Reaching out for another blanket, he wraps it around them securely, figuring they can get clean in the morning.]
.....you're warm.
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I do tend to be warmer after feeding. If you're cold, we can get to bed?
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I'd like to stay right here, if that's okay. I'm finally warm...
[Perhaps Luna was right: that so long as he didn't close his heart to everyone, the cold wouldn't bother him one day.]
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[He wants to check in with the other, shifting just slightly to get comfortable and ensure the blanket covers them both, especially Vanitas. It's clear that the other isn't shivering because of the chill. He can tell that the other wasn't feeling cold. Not against him. But he still tries to make sure that the other is covered. He doesn't know what Luna said to Vanitas. How it might apply to him. To them.]
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[Those are words than Vanitas may never end up sharing with another, and yet... that's okay. They can be the private hope that he carries around within himself, one of the many secrets of Luna's existence that gives him strength when he needs it. All Noé needs to know is how grateful he is for him, for his kindness. Hence Vanitas pressing a soft kiss over Noé's heart. It's not quite an "I love you", but it's close.]
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[Because, given that he is oblivious to Vanitas's conversation with Luna, he doesn't quite get the full significance of those words. The meaning behind it. He was just glad if the other wasn't too cold. Between the blankets and the fire still going, they should be fine for now, though. He gives a small smile as the other kisses him, but he doesn't move otherwise. He's content to remain here. They could wash up in the morning when it's light, along with taking care of the blankets before heading out again.]
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