[Maybe it was the fact she enjoyed him so much that one time that made him feel desirable, even if it was an unnatural thirst that drove her to latching onto him and drinking so deeply. Something changed from that night, to where he wanted to be her one and only.
Or maybe he was just reveling in the control he had over her. He was that much of a bastard, it's true.
She was perfectly clear, honestly. It's just a certain idiot human isn't thinking straight. Rather, he's thinking too straight, too innocently. Because when she mentions her mouth, he colors bright red in the face, feeling like he might pass out from the blood rushing to his cheeks.
Yet still he can't help moaning as she massages him, head tipping back as he shakes it, trying to verbalize his desires. His desperate need to be inside her.]
N...No... I want-- [He swallows again, breath growing ragged.] --to be in you...
[He feels he has to satisfy that urge of feeling her depths again, to have the drag of her muscles tug at his length, making his head spin. Even just thinking about it makes him jerk upwards, desperate.]
vanijean porn star au would be iNSANE... hate each other when not in front of camera but...
[ physical chemistry so good it rewired his entire thinking process. whether it was his obsession with control or something more sexual, he got what he wanted.
until jeanne turned the tables on him with a kiss to his cheek.
hearing him say such things, out loud, is different from reading it in some text. the words didn't hitch like they do now. she couldn't hear how strained the tone of his voice got. she couldn't hear the struggle he had with his own breath. she colors just as much as him when she asked if he wanted to come in her mouth.
without a word, she shifts onto her knees and starts stripping there in front of him. shedding piece after piece of her clothing until she's in nothing but her chemise. even her underwear landing somewhere on the floor. ]
Y-you want to... inside me... ?
[ the squeeze. the warmth. the tightness he mentioned, recorded on her cracked screen to read later. this is what he was thinking about when he said he wanted to. ]
Vanitas... pretty soon, I... might not let you come anywhere else.
omg yeah alskdjf slowly warming up to each other...
[He can only hope that she did, too, that he wasn't a total bastard and didn't coerce her into something she didn't desire.
Or at least that she, too, has grown to enjoy their time together. He knows he certainly has, terrible as he is at saying as much.
She can probably also feel him throbbing between her legs as his blood pumps through his veins, warming every part of his body to an inexplicable degree. With his shirt open, he at least feels slightly cooler, yet still far too hot. And yet he wants to be immersed in even hotter depths...
So he watches her with bated breath as each piece of her outfit leaves her body, revealing more to him, until she's barely covered at all. Only then does he slide his hands up under her chemise, encouraging her to rid herself of it, too, so that he might get at her breasts. He likes those.]
Uh huh...
[Hearing that she won't allow him to release in any other way makes him shudder and hurry to undo his pants completely so he can wiggle out of them.]
T-Then... let's...
[He trails off, letting his pulsing length speak for him as it bumps against the inside of her thigh.]
accidentally imagines his face while in a scene with someone else... says his name...OOPS.
[ when it came to vanitas, jeanne never did anything she didn't desire. she was not quiet about her dislike of him. even their arrangement drinking only his blood to take the edge off her bloodlust was... convenient. even if it meant she owed vanitas.
she did grow to enjoy their time. it started with their first date. much to her agitation in the beginning.
his hands are a little cold against her blistering hot skin and she trembles, exhaling roughly. she's not particularly ashamed of her body or proud of it. it's a tool, really. first, for war. for protection. for pleasure, now. his. she prefers that. this. with his urging, she pulls the thin slip off her body and drops that off with the rest of her clothes.
leaving her naked, chest heaving, looking down the length of her body. he doesn't need to say anything else. 'let's' is all it takes for jeanne to adjust herself over him, the only sound her quick intakes of breath echoing in her ears, and then she sinks her hips down.
as he slides into her, the room fills with the sound of her broken moaning. ]
Vani...tas...
makes him preen and cover his face at the same time lolol
[He certainly manipulated her into being dependent upon him, but maybe in his own twisted way that was a kindness? It's always been tough to tell where his selfishness ends and his charity begins.
Yet once she kissed him on the cheek that time in the flower meadow, he was smitten with her. That was the end of his control over her.
That he can so easily make her shudder like this fills him with a quiet glee, even as his expression remains reddened and flustered. He also can't get over the way she so easily complies with his desire to touch her more. That she wants him to feel over her body.
So he does just that, hands roaming up to feel along her sides, over her breasts, then down her stomach to her thighs, where he grips her lightly as she positions herself astride him. Hers isn't the only breath hitching; his too catches before escaping in a needy moan as her wet warmth surrounds him. Unable to stay still, he bucks up those last couple of inches, head tipping backwards.]
[ breath harsh, she sits there on his hips without moving. although love was far beyond her expectations, sex seemed more attainable. not that she ever did it. who would? with a bourreau?
just vanitas. for the third (or fourth. who's counting?) time.
ever since their first, she thought about what he blabbed about in the alley. about their chemistry. how good it felt for him when she drank his blood. divine, he called it. this feels something like that. so good it might be a sin. everything about it. yes, even vanitas feeling over her body.
maybe especially that.
on top of him, she smiles like a milk-drunk cat and leans down, nosing against his pulse before kissing at a spot behind his ear. ]
Like that. [ what she mentioned before. the way he trips over her name in pleasure. ] I like how you say my name like that, Vanitas...
[At the same time, he gasps and pants as the sensations overwhelm him. Perhaps this could even be said to be a form of love, something he's more able to adequately express without fear and self-loathing bleeding too deeply into the mix.
He's silently grateful that none dared to take Jeanne for themselves, even if she would have deserved such affection. Because he's selfish. Greedy, as always.
He too always thinks back to his words then, wondering if that was his way of trying to woo her into more. Probably not, but... he's not regretting even a moment of this. No, he can't help reveling in it instead, hands roaming to take in every wonderful aspect of her physique.
Feeling her breath upon his skin, he shivers, silently hoping that at some point during their coitus she'll grace him with a bite; that always sends him into the throes of ecstasy. His fingers dig into her flesh, mindful of the claws on his gloves.]
T..Then I'll say it as many times as you want, Jeanne... [It's easy enough to do, and it makes him shiver pleasantly to say. Just like he enjoys her saying his name, even if it's not really his own.]
[ physical love. yes, it most certainly is easier to express it this way. for jeanne, it's a bit like fighting. far more enjoyable. much, much more enjoyable. if only because her "opponent" is vanitas, gasping and panting beneath her. he feels - they feel warm. together. ]
V-Vanita...s...
[ she's only ever been good with using her body. it's almost like she's right at home on top of him. if it werent for the fact that she's trembling and flushed all over, gasping and panting as much. they can tell each other "I love you, I love you" with every rock of her hips. with every clench of her body on him. with every moan of her name or their bare fingers digging into -
she leans back from his throat, hands braced against the bed beneath them. when she speaks, it's winded. so much more winded than when she first showed up at the window. but she can speak.
[It's likely the same for Vanitas: instinctual and reactive. Trained into him, in a way. But yes, definitely much more enjoyable than getting beat up or slashed at or burnt. All those are sensations that remind him of Moreau's experiments, whereas this... this is pleasurable. Wonderful, even. A blissful piece of heaven as their bodies rock, slotted together perfectly.]
Jeanne...
[If anyone was made for one another, it's them, he thinks. So he clutches at her, steadily arching up again and again as she squeeze him, making his vision swim with pleasure, going in and out of focus until she's leaning back to regard him. Then his hazy eyes fix on her, curious, as he pants heavily. He's already so far gone from their antics on the phone, it's a struggle to maintain his composure now.
Words elude him momentarily at the question, but he glances at his hands, clenching them into fists as his brows furrow. Then he's silent for a different reason, until forcing himself to speak quietly, breathlessly.]
Didn't wanna see it...
[His mark. The one that's spreading. He's always afraid of looking at it, in case it's made its way further up his arm.]
[ letting go of her tightly held control was never so satisfying. even drinking his blood is a different kind of gratification compared to this. and, like she told him before, this is a vastly better impulse.
what makes it better is how he looks, splayed out on his back. plainly enjoying himself. this is the vanitas she's grown to love. just a little vulnerable around her. looking flustered and needy. unable to manage whatever sounds slip out of him, too. uttering her name through his parted lips in not much more than a whisper. eyes soft and pupils wide.
hers dart to the mark on his neck that she left. the simple but blooming red rose and she swallows hard against nothing. leaving his right glove alone, she goes for the left. it's lifted from her hip and up to her face where she nuzzles into his palm.
without the movement, it's easy to tell that his heart is beating wildly. not just by sound but feel. he pulses powerfully inside her, stealing the air from her lungs. before, they didn't spend much time savoring what it was like. how it felt for him to be inside. what it's like to be made for another person. for a little longer, she presses her face into his hand and even kisses the center. ]
I... want to feel your bare fingers on me. May I remove them?
[Truthfully, he would have a hard time choosing between sex and having his blood drunk. Both are so alluring, so gratifying in an intimate manner...
He knows which he'd choose if given an ultimatum, however. Sex, if only because it seems to bring Jeanne such joy, too. He may be selfish in most things, but he loves watching her cheeks become flushed, knows she hates the impulse to consume blood. So this would be the better alternative for them both. Besides, it feels amazing.
As she takes his hand in her own and brings it to her face, his own flushes deeply, feeling the tenderness of the gesture with unbridled delight. She knows him too well, and yet... he doesn't even know himself that well, really. Doesn't know if he can handle the fer.
At her request, he stares, blood pumping through his veins and making him heated and swollen where it counts. Enough to leave him squirming, breathless and desperate. Yet while he hesitates, he thinks, debating. Knowing it's her loving the feel of his hands... makes it bearable. So he nods, exhaling slowly.]
...okay. If you want... If it's you... I don't mind so much.
[ he might not have to choose at all. as much as jeanne hates it, she can't restrain herself for long. not around him and not when his throat is so susceptible to her sharp fangs.
jeanne gives him the time he needs to decide, peeking at him through his own fingers. a small smile tugs at her lips, seeing his face grow more and more red. when that same blood floods down lower, a trembling sigh slips out of her in a rush of hot air. every little shift, every squirm, rubs him against her sensitive insides. making her molten gold eyes slip shut in pleasure and her hips to swivel in reply.
when he agrees, they open back up in surprise. she's already seen the mark and his scars but she hasn't taken the time to look at them. would vanitas mind it? she has an urge, not as strong to drink his blood or have sex with him, to learn.
about this young man she's fallen for.
if he expect her to take the gloves off normally, like she did in the cabin, she doesn't. the tip of one of his fingers is directed towards her mouth and she bites the end. slowly, she tugs the article off his arm with her teeth and watches him the entire time. it drops from her mouth, landing on his stomach, and only then does she direct her focus on his uncovered hand to immediately nuzzles into his palm again. ]
[That would be ideal, honestly. He wants to savor her in every way possible anymore...
He's silently grateful for her consideration, the thoughtfulness that she always gives him where decisions are concerned. Even when his life was at stake in the cabin, she respected his wish to leave his glove on. So he knows she would here, too, if he so desired. But... he wants to be closer to her, too.
He feels it's a step in strengthening their bond, what they have between each other. A proof of the trust he has in her, and the faith she has in him for not feeling revolted or scared of his mark. So he gives her a slight nod to reinforce his decision.
He watches, eyes wide as she takes the tip of his fingers into her mouth, pulling the protective clothing off with her teeth. Somehow it's incredibly hot for all he's scared, leaving him shivering and shuddering as the fabric glides effortlessly across his skin until she's nosing at his bare skin. Though he words make him more somber, eyes drifting down between them.]
...I'm sorry. [It can't feel good, he imagines...]
[ panic makes her fingers twitch and she's reaching for his face in the next moment, lifting his face and hopefully his eyes back up. vanitas should never be upset in front of her if she can ever help. ]
What for? I can warm it up for you.
[ to prove it, she cups his cold fingers in between hers and brings them to her chest. there her heart beats as wildly as his does, matching the fluttering and squeezing of her muscles around him. she hasn't been able to make her breathing even at all. war with her own kind didn't affect her this much. in fact, nothing did. nothing but when she was shown any kindness.
and vanitas has shown her more than most even cared to. a genuine kind. for all his questionable torment towards of her, it made his compassion all the more powerful.
that arrogant, overly confident man was an act compared to this quieter, reflective young adult. and she wants to protect this one with all her might. among other things. ]
[Blinking in surprise as she guides his gaze back up, he nods slightly without a word to start with, though he finally finds his voice once she latches onto his fingers instead.]
O..Okay. If you want...
[Compared to his own chilled skin, hers is so warm, so soft. And he can feel the rapid throb of her heart, pulsing as the rest of her more intimate parts do around him. Both combine to make him feel so blissfully hot all over, like his skin is on fire in the best way possible. He shudders again, gripping at her, desperate for any contact that might further connect them.
He can't quite get over her tenderness, being shown care and consideration and love in the midst of what could so easily be a simple carnal act. It makes what they're doing truly special, and so he nods again, expression softening as he braces his feet on the bed and lifts his hips to meet her again.]
[ had they done this at the bal masque, or in that alley, or in the atelier? it would have been carnal. easily just that. jeanne doubts she even would've let him kiss her. she would've used him for his blood and then they could have gotten their mutual, physical pleasure from sex before going on their way.
no feelings involved. nothing besides his amusement and her bloodthirst.
not like this. where she holds his hand gently between hers and promises to warm up his cold skin. her hips lift with his and, abruptly, she clutches at his fingers and arches her back.
shakily, she sets down the gloveless hand on her thigh and picks up his other in the same motion. blushing to the roots of her hair, biting the tip of each finger and tugging his glove off with her mouth through more harsh breathing.
even his ruined, cracked forearm she brings to her chest and holds close. ]
... This one is even colder, Vanitas.
[ so she holds it tighter, putting it right between her bare breasts. ]
[Something he would have been even more easily swayed by, honestly. Not only because of Jeanne's aphrodisiac abilities as a vampire, but because he tends to get off on being dominated and roughed up by her. But in truth, he's grateful their first time was so sweet and peaceful instead.
He doesn't care for the thought of them simply using each other, even if that's how it started.
This though... it's tender and sweet. It makes him feel... appreciated and loved. And in turn, he hopes that she, too, feels the depths of his emotions, terrible though he is at expressing them.
His bare hand, now warmer and less achy, clutches gently at her thigh while she turns her attention to the other one, repeating the process of removing his glove, causing his cheeks to flush warmly too. He watches her cradle his hand almost tenderly, nodding at her words.]
Y..Yeah... it usually is. [Probably because of the mark, really.] If it's too much, you don't have to...
[He mutters just as she snuggles it between her breasts, making his breath catch and earning a whimper from him as he savors the sensation of warmth and softness. With his fingers splayed upon her skin, he relishes the feel of her heartbeat.]
[ the vampire of the blue moon hates them. curses the crimson moon vampires. jeanne knows by instinct she shouldn't be holding a mark like this so close and there's this aversing, but she holds him anyway. because it's vanitas.
this vanitas. with all his emotions that are not always said but can usually be felt. on the other hand, she feels the splay of his fingers on her thigh. she lowers his other hand down too, once it's about the same temperature as her skin.
sitting there on his hips, she looks accomplished with a triumphant smile upon her face. ]
You don't like being cold, correct? I can easily keep you warm. You can rely on me.
[ as she perches there, perfectly comfortable with their bodies connected. just a slight shakiness to her breath. this whole time she thought her new purpose was only to be master luca's protector. there are other things she can do. for vanitas, most importantly.
if he wants sex, she can give him that. if he's cold, she can use her body heat to warm him up. if there's anything he wishes for, big or small...
oh. just like he told her.
setting her heated hands on his lower stomach, she raises her lips and settles back down. dragging her body up before settling back down. ]
[Yet nothing could be further from the truth regarding Vanitas. He hates Luna (despite loving them) while also feeling no animosity for the Crimson Moon vampires, even if they instinctively loathe him for what he is now.
So he's grateful that Jeanne not only doesn't fear him, but accepts him for everything he is, flawed and all. Stunted emotionally, harsh at times, selfish and greedy, rude... She doesn't mind him being the damaged person he's ended up. So he keeps grasping at her, almost desperate for more contact as she regards him with that beautiful smile.]
Yeah... I-- T-Thanks...
[He doesn't know how else to convey his gratitude, besides what they're doing now, interconnected as they are. So he does what instinct tells him to do, rolling his hips to get them both feeling even more heated. The friction is deliriously good, making his head tip back with a moan, fingers digging into her soft flesh to the point of leaving temporary reddened indents behind.
Then she's touching him where he's sensitive, making him squirm and his breath catch, as does her own movements. All he can do is gaze up at her with his breath caught in his throat.]
[ what's funny is his gratitude is enough. more than enough. such simple courtesy that most people take for granted makes her flushed (more flushed) with happiness on top of everything else.
moving, however, is the finishing touch. she involuntarily digs her nails into him and her lashes flutter. though she does her best to watch him closely, her vision blurs with the heat that surges all over. third time isn't the charm, but it's as wonderful as the first. the second.
they both go still with their eyes on one another. both unable to breathe in any semblance of normal. jeanne colors, hearing vanitas' words, and she has to lean down. she has to kiss him and smother her chest against his. ]
Good. [ is all she simply says, murmuring against his lips, before rocking her body. their lower stomachs bumping. her ample bosom rubbing his chest. their noses brushing. ]
It is warm... I can feel it, so very warm... hot like your... blood -
[ blood. ]
I never managed to learn any since I was a Troubled Child haha...
[There's certainly plenty of gratitude to be had from Vanitas right now, an pleasurable an experience as this is. He's blissfully laying there, reveling in the feeling of her surrounding him and touching his body in ways no one ever has.
Especially when she rakes her nails over his skin, making him shudder and gaps, hips automatically bucking in response. It's enough to make his head spin delightfully, lost amid the wonderful sensations which serve to make his cock twitch.
Then she's covering him with her body, her warmth even more present and welcome, and causing him to wrap both arms around her in a firm hug to keep her close as he starts an unsteady pace of thrusting into her.]
I...I'm glad... I want you to be as warm as I am...
[He bumps foreheads with her, breath hot and intermingling with her as they both contribute to the friction growing between them as they get down to business as it were. Yet he can't help craning his neck to one side, offering himself up to her there as well.]
Here-- if you want.
is ok u know some FRENCH now some JAPANESE and SPANISH now tooooo
[ vanitas might be a horny teenager with a lot of pent-up feelings, but jeanne is just as close to that. being together like this, moving her body, the flood of adrenaline is so much better than any fierce battle she encountered. doesn't matter how good she is at fighting, this is a million times more enjoyable. babel-class enjoyable.
she grasps onto his hair, burying her fingers into the longer strands and holding on, as he starts to buck up into her. pushing the breath out of her lungs and soft moans from her throat.
she's warm. so warm. burning hot as they work together, mussing his perpetually tidy bed up completely. ]
B-but...
[ his offering makes her fingers tighten in his hair and she's able to resist for a few seconds longer before her eyes flash red and her poison pools in her mouth. all the heat in her body sears her throat. even now, like this, she can't fight it. ]
I...'m....
[ though the drive to sleep together with him is strong, her bloodthirst is somehow stronger still. how frustrating. with a hiss between her teeth, she unclamps her jaw and bites onto his throat. just higher than the rose mark. a mix of a growl and a moan muffled against his skin and her body continuing to move and rock against his body while his sweet, hot, delicious blood coats her tongue and she sucks hard. ]
[They're so much alike in this regard, it's almost funny if it weren't so tragic. Both their stories are sad, given neither have had the chance to engage in normal, healthy relationships prior to meeting each other. And even that started off on the wrong foot. Thankfully things have much improved since then.
He can't help moaning as she latches onto him, savoring the tug of her fingers upon his delicate strands of hair, each yank serving to make him jerk that much harder out of bliss. He can't even be assed to bother with how messy they're being, even if it might annoy him afterwards. Right now pleasure is all he's thinking about, for them both.]
's fine...
[He knows she can't control it, that with his pulse being so strong around her and in her ears, she probably wants this, too. And who is he to deny her when she's granting him such pleasure? That would be unfair, after all.
So he braces himself, holding tight to her as she latches on, a groan escaping from between parted lips as he twitches all over, flexing and tensing alternately from both pain and pleasure. It's always a wild ride with her, but feeling her fucking him while savoring his blood? It's so much. So thrilling and alluring, he can't stay quiet as he pumps into her again and again, irregular strokes broken up by pants and whimpers as he's drained.]
[ to jeanne, it's not fine. she'd rather only have his pleasure, their pleasure on her mind. only the thought of having sex with vanitas. only the sensation of how he feels inside her. what it's like to move together. to come together.
but she can't. she can't control this any more than he can control his fear of being loved.
those two desires clash. how good his blood tastes and how good it feels to have him fuck up into her. she grips his arms hard, both holding him down to keep him still and to anchor herself as pleasure explodes along her nerves. she groans into his skin, tapering off into a whine of her own while continuing to slake her despicable lust for blood.
if only it could just be for his body. her own reprieve is that he enjoys it, thrills in her drinking from him, and she tries her damndest to not hurt him too badly. to not drink too much, no matter how good he tastes. once satisfied, she pulls back with a gasp. with blood, his blood, running down her chin and neck. ]
I... I wanted to take care of you, but you're always...
[Perhaps it's because he knows what it's like to be unable to control something that he allows her to do as she pleases with him, wanting her to feel like she has some semblance of direction in her life.
So by giving her the option to feed upon him, he's granting her that choice.
Overwhelmed by euphoria on two fronts, he lets his eyes roll back into his head and his lids close as he focuses on bringing them both as much pleasure as possible while not dislodging her from his neck. Being drained by her always feels so deliciously good, yet combined with her walls dragging over his cock, it's almost enough to make him come right then and there.
But he wants to hang on a little more, to get her to the breaking point, too. So he rolls his hips up again and again,hands moving to her waist to clutch at her while she leans back, face smeared with his blood and looking the picture of beauty in his eyes. He breaths long and low, chest heaving with the effort to keep going as wooziness sets in.]
...? You are taking care of me, though...
[At least in ways that matter to him. By caring for herself, he's happy. Content. So he moves his hands up her front, to grasp her breasts, thumbs rubbing over the nubs there as he braces his feet upon the mattress in order to thrust harder and faster.]
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Or maybe he was just reveling in the control he had over her. He was that much of a bastard, it's true.
She was perfectly clear, honestly. It's just a certain idiot human isn't thinking straight. Rather, he's thinking too straight, too innocently. Because when she mentions her mouth, he colors bright red in the face, feeling like he might pass out from the blood rushing to his cheeks.
Yet still he can't help moaning as she massages him, head tipping back as he shakes it, trying to verbalize his desires. His desperate need to be inside her.]
N...No... I want-- [He swallows again, breath growing ragged.] --to be in you...
[He feels he has to satisfy that urge of feeling her depths again, to have the drag of her muscles tug at his length, making his head spin. Even just thinking about it makes him jerk upwards, desperate.]
vanijean porn star au would be iNSANE... hate each other when not in front of camera but...
until jeanne turned the tables on him with a kiss to his cheek.
hearing him say such things, out loud, is different from reading it in some text. the words didn't hitch like they do now. she couldn't hear how strained the tone of his voice got. she couldn't hear the struggle he had with his own breath. she colors just as much as him when she asked if he wanted to come in her mouth.
without a word, she shifts onto her knees and starts stripping there in front of him. shedding piece after piece of her clothing until she's in nothing but her chemise. even her underwear landing somewhere on the floor. ]
Y-you want to... inside me... ?
[ the squeeze. the warmth. the tightness he mentioned, recorded on her cracked screen to read later. this is what he was thinking about when he said he wanted to. ]
Vanitas... pretty soon, I... might not let you come anywhere else.
omg yeah alskdjf slowly warming up to each other...
Or at least that she, too, has grown to enjoy their time together. He knows he certainly has, terrible as he is at saying as much.
She can probably also feel him throbbing between her legs as his blood pumps through his veins, warming every part of his body to an inexplicable degree. With his shirt open, he at least feels slightly cooler, yet still far too hot. And yet he wants to be immersed in even hotter depths...
So he watches her with bated breath as each piece of her outfit leaves her body, revealing more to him, until she's barely covered at all. Only then does he slide his hands up under her chemise, encouraging her to rid herself of it, too, so that he might get at her breasts. He likes those.]
Uh huh...
[Hearing that she won't allow him to release in any other way makes him shudder and hurry to undo his pants completely so he can wiggle out of them.]
T-Then... let's...
[He trails off, letting his pulsing length speak for him as it bumps against the inside of her thigh.]
accidentally imagines his face while in a scene with someone else... says his name...OOPS.
she did grow to enjoy their time. it started with their first date. much to her agitation in the beginning.
his hands are a little cold against her blistering hot skin and she trembles, exhaling roughly. she's not particularly ashamed of her body or proud of it. it's a tool, really. first, for war. for protection. for pleasure, now. his. she prefers that. this. with his urging, she pulls the thin slip off her body and drops that off with the rest of her clothes.
leaving her naked, chest heaving, looking down the length of her body. he doesn't need to say anything else. 'let's' is all it takes for jeanne to adjust herself over him, the only sound her quick intakes of breath echoing in her ears, and then she sinks her hips down.
as he slides into her, the room fills with the sound of her broken moaning. ]
Vani...tas...
makes him preen and cover his face at the same time lolol
Yet once she kissed him on the cheek that time in the flower meadow, he was smitten with her. That was the end of his control over her.
That he can so easily make her shudder like this fills him with a quiet glee, even as his expression remains reddened and flustered. He also can't get over the way she so easily complies with his desire to touch her more. That she wants him to feel over her body.
So he does just that, hands roaming up to feel along her sides, over her breasts, then down her stomach to her thighs, where he grips her lightly as she positions herself astride him. Hers isn't the only breath hitching; his too catches before escaping in a needy moan as her wet warmth surrounds him. Unable to stay still, he bucks up those last couple of inches, head tipping backwards.]
F..Fuck... Jeanne...
mr. contrary!!
just vanitas. for the third (or fourth. who's counting?) time.
ever since their first, she thought about what he blabbed about in the alley. about their chemistry. how good it felt for him when she drank his blood. divine, he called it. this feels something like that. so good it might be a sin. everything about it. yes, even vanitas feeling over her body.
maybe especially that.
on top of him, she smiles like a milk-drunk cat and leans down, nosing against his pulse before kissing at a spot behind his ear. ]
Like that. [ what she mentioned before. the way he trips over her name in pleasure. ] I like how you say my name like that, Vanitas...
he's so ridiculous haha
He's silently grateful that none dared to take Jeanne for themselves, even if she would have deserved such affection. Because he's selfish. Greedy, as always.
He too always thinks back to his words then, wondering if that was his way of trying to woo her into more. Probably not, but... he's not regretting even a moment of this. No, he can't help reveling in it instead, hands roaming to take in every wonderful aspect of her physique.
Feeling her breath upon his skin, he shivers, silently hoping that at some point during their coitus she'll grace him with a bite; that always sends him into the throes of ecstasy. His fingers dig into her flesh, mindful of the claws on his gloves.]
T..Then I'll say it as many times as you want, Jeanne... [It's easy enough to do, and it makes him shiver pleasantly to say. Just like he enjoys her saying his name, even if it's not really his own.]
we love him anyway
V-Vanita...s...
[ she's only ever been good with using her body. it's almost like she's right at home on top of him. if it werent for the fact that she's trembling and flushed all over, gasping and panting as much. they can tell each other "I love you, I love you" with every rock of her hips. with every clench of her body on him. with every moan of her name or their bare fingers digging into -
she leans back from his throat, hands braced against the bed beneath them. when she speaks, it's winded. so much more winded than when she first showed up at the window. but she can speak.
she's a bit proud of that. ]
Y-you kept your gloves on?
good thing lol
Jeanne...
[If anyone was made for one another, it's them, he thinks. So he clutches at her, steadily arching up again and again as she squeeze him, making his vision swim with pleasure, going in and out of focus until she's leaning back to regard him. Then his hazy eyes fix on her, curious, as he pants heavily. He's already so far gone from their antics on the phone, it's a struggle to maintain his composure now.
Words elude him momentarily at the question, but he glances at his hands, clenching them into fists as his brows furrow. Then he's silent for a different reason, until forcing himself to speak quietly, breathlessly.]
Didn't wanna see it...
[His mark. The one that's spreading. He's always afraid of looking at it, in case it's made its way further up his arm.]
u hear that vanitas? we love u binch
what makes it better is how he looks, splayed out on his back. plainly enjoying himself. this is the vanitas she's grown to love. just a little vulnerable around her. looking flustered and needy. unable to manage whatever sounds slip out of him, too. uttering her name through his parted lips in not much more than a whisper. eyes soft and pupils wide.
hers dart to the mark on his neck that she left. the simple but blooming red rose and she swallows hard against nothing. leaving his right glove alone, she goes for the left. it's lifted from her hip and up to her face where she nuzzles into his palm.
without the movement, it's easy to tell that his heart is beating wildly. not just by sound but feel. he pulses powerfully inside her, stealing the air from her lungs. before, they didn't spend much time savoring what it was like. how it felt for him to be inside. what it's like to be made for another person. for a little longer, she presses her face into his hand and even kisses the center. ]
I... want to feel your bare fingers on me. May I remove them?
binchy binch
He knows which he'd choose if given an ultimatum, however. Sex, if only because it seems to bring Jeanne such joy, too. He may be selfish in most things, but he loves watching her cheeks become flushed, knows she hates the impulse to consume blood. So this would be the better alternative for them both. Besides, it feels amazing.
As she takes his hand in her own and brings it to her face, his own flushes deeply, feeling the tenderness of the gesture with unbridled delight. She knows him too well, and yet... he doesn't even know himself that well, really. Doesn't know if he can handle the fer.
At her request, he stares, blood pumping through his veins and making him heated and swollen where it counts. Enough to leave him squirming, breathless and desperate. Yet while he hesitates, he thinks, debating. Knowing it's her loving the feel of his hands... makes it bearable. So he nods, exhaling slowly.]
...okay. If you want... If it's you... I don't mind so much.
binche cabron
jeanne gives him the time he needs to decide, peeking at him through his own fingers. a small smile tugs at her lips, seeing his face grow more and more red. when that same blood floods down lower, a trembling sigh slips out of her in a rush of hot air. every little shift, every squirm, rubs him against her sensitive insides. making her molten gold eyes slip shut in pleasure and her hips to swivel in reply.
when he agrees, they open back up in surprise. she's already seen the mark and his scars but she hasn't taken the time to look at them. would vanitas mind it? she has an urge, not as strong to drink his blood or have sex with him, to learn.
about this young man she's fallen for.
if he expect her to take the gloves off normally, like she did in the cabin, she doesn't. the tip of one of his fingers is directed towards her mouth and she bites the end. slowly, she tugs the article off his arm with her teeth and watches him the entire time. it drops from her mouth, landing on his stomach, and only then does she direct her focus on his uncovered hand to immediately nuzzles into his palm again. ]
... Hmm. Your hand is cold...
sounds french haha
He's silently grateful for her consideration, the thoughtfulness that she always gives him where decisions are concerned. Even when his life was at stake in the cabin, she respected his wish to leave his glove on. So he knows she would here, too, if he so desired. But... he wants to be closer to her, too.
He feels it's a step in strengthening their bond, what they have between each other. A proof of the trust he has in her, and the faith she has in him for not feeling revolted or scared of his mark. So he gives her a slight nod to reinforce his decision.
He watches, eyes wide as she takes the tip of his fingers into her mouth, pulling the protective clothing off with her teeth. Somehow it's incredibly hot for all he's scared, leaving him shivering and shuddering as the fabric glides effortlessly across his skin until she's nosing at his bare skin. Though he words make him more somber, eyes drifting down between them.]
...I'm sorry. [It can't feel good, he imagines...]
es espaNOL
What for? I can warm it up for you.
[ to prove it, she cups his cold fingers in between hers and brings them to her chest. there her heart beats as wildly as his does, matching the fluttering and squeezing of her muscles around him. she hasn't been able to make her breathing even at all. war with her own kind didn't affect her this much. in fact, nothing did. nothing but when she was shown any kindness.
and vanitas has shown her more than most even cared to. a genuine kind. for all his questionable torment towards of her, it made his compassion all the more powerful.
that arrogant, overly confident man was an act compared to this quieter, reflective young adult. and she wants to protect this one with all her might. among other things. ]
Is that better?
ooooh
O..Okay. If you want...
[Compared to his own chilled skin, hers is so warm, so soft. And he can feel the rapid throb of her heart, pulsing as the rest of her more intimate parts do around him. Both combine to make him feel so blissfully hot all over, like his skin is on fire in the best way possible. He shudders again, gripping at her, desperate for any contact that might further connect them.
He can't quite get over her tenderness, being shown care and consideration and love in the midst of what could so easily be a simple carnal act. It makes what they're doing truly special, and so he nods again, expression softening as he braces his feet on the bed and lifts his hips to meet her again.]
Y-Yeah... Much better.
mi corazon
no feelings involved. nothing besides his amusement and her bloodthirst.
not like this. where she holds his hand gently between hers and promises to warm up his cold skin. her hips lift with his and, abruptly, she clutches at his fingers and arches her back.
shakily, she sets down the gloveless hand on her thigh and picks up his other in the same motion. blushing to the roots of her hair, biting the tip of each finger and tugging his glove off with her mouth through more harsh breathing.
even his ruined, cracked forearm she brings to her chest and holds close. ]
... This one is even colder, Vanitas.
[ so she holds it tighter, putting it right between her bare breasts. ]
mi too lmaoooo
He doesn't care for the thought of them simply using each other, even if that's how it started.
This though... it's tender and sweet. It makes him feel... appreciated and loved. And in turn, he hopes that she, too, feels the depths of his emotions, terrible though he is at expressing them.
His bare hand, now warmer and less achy, clutches gently at her thigh while she turns her attention to the other one, repeating the process of removing his glove, causing his cheeks to flush warmly too. He watches her cradle his hand almost tenderly, nodding at her words.]
Y..Yeah... it usually is. [Probably because of the mark, really.] If it's too much, you don't have to...
[He mutters just as she snuggles it between her breasts, making his breath catch and earning a whimper from him as he savors the sensation of warmth and softness. With his fingers splayed upon her skin, he relishes the feel of her heartbeat.]
Jeanne...
lmfaolkjd
this vanitas. with all his emotions that are not always said but can usually be felt. on the other hand, she feels the splay of his fingers on her thigh. she lowers his other hand down too, once it's about the same temperature as her skin.
sitting there on his hips, she looks accomplished with a triumphant smile upon her face. ]
You don't like being cold, correct? I can easily keep you warm. You can rely on me.
[ as she perches there, perfectly comfortable with their bodies connected. just a slight shakiness to her breath. this whole time she thought her new purpose was only to be master luca's protector. there are other things she can do. for vanitas, most importantly.
if he wants sex, she can give him that. if he's cold, she can use her body heat to warm him up. if there's anything he wishes for, big or small...
oh. just like he told her.
setting her heated hands on his lower stomach, she raises her lips and settles back down. dragging her body up before settling back down. ]
A-and if you're ever... cold here, too...
my language skills hard at work lmaooo
So he's grateful that Jeanne not only doesn't fear him, but accepts him for everything he is, flawed and all. Stunted emotionally, harsh at times, selfish and greedy, rude... She doesn't mind him being the damaged person he's ended up. So he keeps grasping at her, almost desperate for more contact as she regards him with that beautiful smile.]
Yeah... I-- T-Thanks...
[He doesn't know how else to convey his gratitude, besides what they're doing now, interconnected as they are. So he does what instinct tells him to do, rolling his hips to get them both feeling even more heated. The friction is deliriously good, making his head tip back with a moan, fingers digging into her soft flesh to the point of leaving temporary reddened indents behind.
Then she's touching him where he's sensitive, making him squirm and his breath catch, as does her own movements. All he can do is gaze up at her with his breath caught in his throat.]
It's... It's hot right now... So warm...
bruh mine too put me back in class
moving, however, is the finishing touch. she involuntarily digs her nails into him and her lashes flutter. though she does her best to watch him closely, her vision blurs with the heat that surges all over. third time isn't the charm, but it's as wonderful as the first. the second.
they both go still with their eyes on one another. both unable to breathe in any semblance of normal. jeanne colors, hearing vanitas' words, and she has to lean down. she has to kiss him and smother her chest against his. ]
Good. [ is all she simply says, murmuring against his lips, before rocking her body. their lower stomachs bumping. her ample bosom rubbing his chest. their noses brushing. ]
It is warm... I can feel it, so very warm... hot like your... blood -
[ blood. ]
I never managed to learn any since I was a Troubled Child haha...
Especially when she rakes her nails over his skin, making him shudder and gaps, hips automatically bucking in response. It's enough to make his head spin delightfully, lost amid the wonderful sensations which serve to make his cock twitch.
Then she's covering him with her body, her warmth even more present and welcome, and causing him to wrap both arms around her in a firm hug to keep her close as he starts an unsteady pace of thrusting into her.]
I...I'm glad... I want you to be as warm as I am...
[He bumps foreheads with her, breath hot and intermingling with her as they both contribute to the friction growing between them as they get down to business as it were. Yet he can't help craning his neck to one side, offering himself up to her there as well.]
Here-- if you want.
is ok u know some FRENCH now some JAPANESE and SPANISH now tooooo
she grasps onto his hair, burying her fingers into the longer strands and holding on, as he starts to buck up into her. pushing the breath out of her lungs and soft moans from her throat.
she's warm. so warm. burning hot as they work together, mussing his perpetually tidy bed up completely. ]
B-but...
[ his offering makes her fingers tighten in his hair and she's able to resist for a few seconds longer before her eyes flash red and her poison pools in her mouth. all the heat in her body sears her throat. even now, like this, she can't fight it. ]
I...'m....
[ though the drive to sleep together with him is strong, her bloodthirst is somehow stronger still. how frustrating. with a hiss between her teeth, she unclamps her jaw and bites onto his throat. just higher than the rose mark. a mix of a growl and a moan muffled against his skin and her body continuing to move and rock against his body while his sweet, hot, delicious blood coats her tongue and she sucks hard. ]
I AM A MELTING POT OF LINGUISTICS MMM LINGUINI
He can't help moaning as she latches onto him, savoring the tug of her fingers upon his delicate strands of hair, each yank serving to make him jerk that much harder out of bliss. He can't even be assed to bother with how messy they're being, even if it might annoy him afterwards. Right now pleasure is all he's thinking about, for them both.]
's fine...
[He knows she can't control it, that with his pulse being so strong around her and in her ears, she probably wants this, too. And who is he to deny her when she's granting him such pleasure? That would be unfair, after all.
So he braces himself, holding tight to her as she latches on, a groan escaping from between parted lips as he twitches all over, flexing and tensing alternately from both pain and pleasure. It's always a wild ride with her, but feeling her fucking him while savoring his blood? It's so much. So thrilling and alluring, he can't stay quiet as he pumps into her again and again, irregular strokes broken up by pants and whimpers as he's drained.]
God... Jeanne...
LMFAOLKJGS LINGUINISTICS
but she can't. she can't control this any more than he can control his fear of being loved.
those two desires clash. how good his blood tastes and how good it feels to have him fuck up into her. she grips his arms hard, both holding him down to keep him still and to anchor herself as pleasure explodes along her nerves. she groans into his skin, tapering off into a whine of her own while continuing to slake her despicable lust for blood.
if only it could just be for his body. her own reprieve is that he enjoys it, thrills in her drinking from him, and she tries her damndest to not hurt him too badly. to not drink too much, no matter how good he tastes. once satisfied, she pulls back with a gasp. with blood, his blood, running down her chin and neck. ]
I... I wanted to take care of you, but you're always...
[ "if you want."
"you don't have to." ]
Vanitas... use me, too... however you want.
LMAOOOO YES π
So by giving her the option to feed upon him, he's granting her that choice.
Overwhelmed by euphoria on two fronts, he lets his eyes roll back into his head and his lids close as he focuses on bringing them both as much pleasure as possible while not dislodging her from his neck. Being drained by her always feels so deliciously good, yet combined with her walls dragging over his cock, it's almost enough to make him come right then and there.
But he wants to hang on a little more, to get her to the breaking point, too. So he rolls his hips up again and again,hands moving to her waist to clutch at her while she leans back, face smeared with his blood and looking the picture of beauty in his eyes. He breaths long and low, chest heaving with the effort to keep going as wooziness sets in.]
...? You are taking care of me, though...
[At least in ways that matter to him. By caring for herself, he's happy. Content. So he moves his hands up her front, to grasp her breasts, thumbs rubbing over the nubs there as he braces his feet upon the mattress in order to thrust harder and faster.]
...'kay. Tell me if it's too much...
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