[Noé swallows, shifting one hand to Vanitas's waist. As if that hand at his hips would help secure him more. Well, it might be better than expected, given his strength. It helps hold Vanitas in place more as Noé starts getting the idea. The rhythm of Vanitas's thrusts. Trying to time his own with that as best he can. Though Vanitas toying with his nipples doesn't help as a distraction, it makes his cheeks hotter. The noises he makes are getting louder.
That is probably exactly what Vanitas wants. What he is aiming for. Not that the thought really registers, given how distracted he is. How much adrenaline and pleasure courses through him already.]
[With any luck bracing himself on Vanitas' hip will keep him just that bit more grounded; it certainly provides his human companion with a more steady pace as they work together to discover what works best to provide them both with pleasure. Ever one to seek out new experiences, Vanitas allows his hands to move from Noé's chest to his neck, wrapping lightly around it so he can feel the rapid pace of his pulse. To feel him swallow and inhale. Feel the reverberations from his moans so that they send trembles up his own spine.
He wants to hear Noé sing, like a bird. A special song that none will get to listen to but him... Leaning down, he brings his lips to the other's and kisses him. Not with force, but surprisingly gently, in an almost tender expression of affection.]
[He instinctively keeps leaning into Vanitas' touch, and doesn't seem to be concerned when the other wraps his hands around his neck. It isn't that tight. Really, it's just enough that it's almost pleasurable. Feeling the frantic way his breathing changes as they continue, the way his heart races. The way Vanitas tightens around him and how amazing it feels.
His lips are conveniently parted when the other leans down to kiss him, his hands shifting to Vanitas's back and cheek when he does. Head tilting so his nose doesn't angle to knock Vanitas' as he returns the kiss. The gentle, almost chaste and tender affection of it is at odds with their thrusting, but sweet all the same. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss, not yet. Merely returns it in kind, his hand at the other's cheek, threading through the strands of hair near his ear and the side of his neck there. His fingers clutch at Vanitas' back, but not hard or deep enough to scratch him, to break the skin. He doesn't actually want to hurt him.]
[The amount of trust being shown to him is enough to stir something within Vanitas, some deep-seated and long lost emotion he's forgotten the name to as the vampire's blood pulses beneath his fingertips. So he doesn't try to identify it, instead allowing that budding sensation to bloom within his chest while he works himself up and down Noé's length.
Again and again he kisses his friend and now partner, eager for every drop of affection the other man deigns to grace him with. Eventually, he starts introducing his teeth into the mix, nipping at his bottom lip more as his kisses turn aggressive, desperate while the heat between them builds further. He feels secure with Noé's hands on him, safe in his arms despite his vulnerable state. Eventually it reaches the point that his biting breaks the skin just a bit, enough to flood the taste of their kiss with a coppery tang, leading Vanitas to groan low under his breath.]
Hnngh... I think I get why you all enjoy a little bloodplay...
[If he really had an issue, he'd say something. Or push Vanitas off him or signal for him to stop or something. But he allows it, so Vanitas is able to feel every shaking breath, the way his heart races.
Noé barely registers the pain of his lower lip bleeding. So he's initially wondering if it was Vanitas. If he accidentally hurt him during their kiss. He shifts one of his hands to the other's shoulder, but doesn't outright push him off. Merely trying to take stock, to check with Vanitas that he was alright.]
That's....ah, did I hurt you? Sorry...!
[Vanitas doesn't seem upset about it? Maybe it was him. It's probably not too surprising, given the sort of beatings he was used to in fights, that he would barely even notice something like his lower lip bleeding, besides the obvious of that familiar taste. He was used to far worse than this. Even with Vanitas's hands around his neck and his lips red from more than just the blood.]
[That's the good thing: he knows Noé is far stronger than him and capable of letting him know when something bothers him, either through action or words. That he permits him to continue on like this shows he's fine. And that's good. He wants him content and happy.
So when worry sets in, he has to laugh, very gently and quietly. Of course his first thought would be for him, wouldn't it? Allowing them to part for a breather, Vanitas smiles down at him, tongue running over his lips to catch every last drop of blood.]
It's fine. I'm fine. That was you, idiot.
[Insult though it may be, it's said with clear affection this time. Gradually, he moves his hands from Noé's neck to cup his cheeks, thumbs running over his dark skin. Tenderly stroking him as he continues moving his body along his length, steadily building up the pressure and heat within himself.]
Ah-- Hah... Come here, you--
[Pulling on his just a bit, he goes in for another, more forceful kiss. His breath comes in hard gasps as he feverishly kisses him over and over again, sweat beading on his brow.]
You know... I'm tempted to give you what you want.....
[That's okay then. He's not as worried if it's him. So long as he hadn't hurt Vanitas accidentally. There's obvious relief in his expression as Vanitas reassures him, before he blinks at seeing Vanitas lick his lips like that. Licking his blood....
But, no. He shouldn't - Vanitas hasn't given permission. And he couldn't betray that. A lot had happened between the two of them, but there was still trust there. If he did something like that before Vanitas was ready, that would break it. Ruin everything.
It isn't like he isn't easily distracted from that train of thought, with the way Vanitas continues thrusting, and his own hips keep attempting to keep pace with the other, that pleasure building between them. He returns the kisses, hand raising to the back of Vanitas's head, fingers curling in his hair.]
[He laughs, light and pleased at his oblivious friend. It's one of his most charming points, he has to admit now. It frustrates him at times, sure, but it's still a delight at other times. And he really can see the appeal of vampires drinking his blood. The tang of copper is almost addicting, even if it brings back some bad memories.
Thankfully, he's making many more better ones right now. Gradually replacing his nightmares with dreams of someone who's come to mean so much to him in such a short time. He hates himself for allowing that to happen, yet he can't deny it any longer. He care for Noé more than he ever thought possible. That's why--
Eventually, he pauses in their lovemaking to simply sit astride him, breathing hard as he braces himself against the vampire's chest. Gazing down at him with skin glistening with sweat, he runs a thumb over Noé's lip. Unnatural eyes gaze upon violet ones as he nods.]
You still want it, don't you? My blood... I think... I'll let you have it...
That's okay. I'm just glad I didn't accidentally hurt you.
[He doesn't care if it's his blood. Just his lip. He has had far worse injuries before. So he doesn't mind that. He just tries to focus on Vanitas. How amazing this was. For all their banter, he knows they have come to care for each other. More than either had wanted to admit, or necessarily quite realized. Until tonight. He may feel like he is winging it, just trying to help Vanitas feel good, but he figures they'd have chances to keep practicing. To get better. To get to know what they might like together.
But then Vanitas pauses, and he gazes up at the other, initially confused and concerned. He's about to ask if Vanitas was alright when that thumb is at his lip. He swallows, knowing his cheeks are likely getting redder as it sinks in what Vanitas is asking. What he was saying. His eyes widen, feeling that familiar thirst at his throat. The change in his eye colour to that brighter red hue at the question is likely an answer enough, but he still seems to want to be sure.]
Are....really? I mean. Yes. I do. But you don't have to, just because...
[Just because he knows that Noé wants it. Just because they were....]
It'll take more than you usual strength to hurt me.
[And that's true. He may be mostly human, but vampire blood runs through his veins. He heals faster, is more durable than the average person. How else could he take all the abuse he's been subjected to, both before and after meeting Noé? So it's all fine, though he appreciates the concern just the same. The affection that the other shares with him, and he dare hopes, will continue to share.
But ah, there it is. That bloodlust he knows Noé has for him. Saying his blood smells really good back in their hotel room had put this idea in his mind and he'd always wished he could make it into a reality. But he hadn't trusted Noé at the time to not misuse the knowledge that could be gained from seeing his memories. Now, though... He trusts him with his very life. To snuff it out when the time comes. If he can have faith in him for that, surely he can believe in the man's ability to not misuse his memories.
So he nods slightly at the question.]
I know I don't have to. But I want to. You know me. I do only as I like, with no regard for anyone else.
[Not strictly true, but not entirely wrong, either. Still, he leans in, laying heavily upon Noé's chest so he can tuck his face against the vampire's neck, exposing his own to him.]
[He supposed that was true. He did have to acknowledge that Vanitas wasn't quite as frail as a regular human. He was just used to playing the role of defender, protector. Stepping in to protect Vanitas. Well. Most of the time. When he wasn't.....er, throwing him or something.
Vanitas had said that more or less what he had been hiding was revealed now, since Noé had fed from his 'brother'. So at least that wasn't a worry anymore. He still wants to be sure. Given how vehement Vanitas had been before about the idea. That his boundaries should be respected. Noé has to respect that.
But if he has permission now. Well, then he can finally taste him. He'd wanted to almost since the moment they had met. Noé bites his lower lip, wincing briefly at the reminder that it had been split earlier when biting at it. He swallows, not sure he should question it as Vanitas shifts lower, leaning in to expose his neck in offering.]
O-okay. If you're sure.
[He can't be sure it's not exactly the same for humans, but when he'd been fed from, while it had hurt in that initial moment of the fangs breaking the skin, it wasn't unpleasant. Noé hopes it would feel....well. Good, for Vanitas. He stares at the exposed neck for a moment, as if processing what was happening, before he nods, his hands trying to position to support Vanitas's head as he leans up, his lips pressing against Vanitas's neck in a kiss at first. His tongue licks at the skin before he pulls back barely for a brief moment and his mouth latches on, fangs piercing the skin with practiced ease and placement.]
[It's a nice role reversal that he's grateful for; he doesn't want to be seen as weak or a victim. He was that long enough at the hands of Dr. Moreau. Never again does he want to feel that helplessness. That's why he chooses to forge his own path no matter where it takes him.
And this is yet another decision he's making for himself. To give every last bit of himself, body and soul, to Noé. He still feels some reluctance yet he knows it's fear talking. That the desire to connect with his friend on a deeper level is stronger.
He knows Noé wants to savor his blood, probably more than Vanitas himself wants to share it. He broke free of his self-hypnosis, so it should be fine, but... he's glad his weapons are well out of reach. Nestled up against him, he breathes, forcing himself to calm down.]
I am. Do it.
[Not an offer anymore, but a command. One final way of reassuring himself that what he's doing is the right thing. Even if his breathing becomes harsher and faster. Feeling himself being cradled so carefully helps, making his heart flutter. And then he feels those lips upon his skin, kissing him... Of course Noé would be sweet about it. He's that kind of person. But it's just the prelude to the real show, of his sharp fangs piercing his flesh with a sharp pain that quickly gives way to pleasure as he feels his own blood well up, hot and wet. It's just like with Jeanne: euphoric and heady with pleasure, enough so that after his initial grunt of pain, he can't keep down a moan, hands coming up to tangle in Noé's hair so he can hold him close.]
[He knows how vulnerable Vanitas is letting himself be right now. Especially when he was usually otherwise so on guard with others. So he knows this means a lot. For him to have changed his mind about letting Noé do this.
Even if Vanitas has experience with this, he still doesn't want to take too much. To leave the other too weakened. Noé tries to be careful about that. Even if it tasted so good. Better than he had imagined. He still has to keep control of himself. That isn't as easy as it might usually be, between their earlier intimacy and all this building up. He savors the taste, his tongue lapping at the tiny marks on Vanitas's neck to lick at the blood. He smiles against the other's neck a little at hearing the moan, feeling the hands in his hair.]
[Only in a place as isolated as this would he allow himself to let his guard down to the point of being a vampire's prey. He'd watched as they'd traveled and was sure no one had followed them. So with just himself and Noé around, they can indulge in a little personal time without fear of interruption.
Part of him wants Noé to drain him good, to leave him weakened and unable to move, a bleeding, moaning mess. To leave the realm of wakefulness and slip into unconsciousness knowing that his best friend has feasted upon his blood. But he's not like that. He's too kind and cautious. Gullible fool. Feeling a swell of affection for the other man, Vanitas breathes heavily in between pants and moans, sounding even more lewd than when they were busy making love. Though the feeling of him still inside him remains, the combined sensations of being so full and yet drained pulling him in two different directions.
His fingers scrape delicately over Noé's scalp, encouraging him to have his fill despite whatever memories he might encounter. Good or bad, he'll reveal all to his partner.]
[It's just the two of them. They could afford this much. Maybe somewhere more private might have been better, but even so. They're alone out here. It's just them. The nature around them and the stars above. Not that he is paying attention to that.
Not when there was this. This deliciousness. The noise Vanitas makes that are even better than what he heard before. But he doesn't want to take too much. So he tries to restrain himself, pulling back after a bit, tongue licking up the last drops he sees as he holds Vanitas. He figures this would leave the other weaker, so he wants to be sure that Vanitas is alright after that. He's a little dazed, and his eyes gradually shift back to their usual purple as he looks Vanitas over. Making sure he doesn't seem too weak, too pale.]
Ah, are you...you're okay? It wasn't too much, was it?
[Certainly it's better than trying this in their room back at the hotel. Last thing they need is to disturb other customers with their antics, or worse, get people thinking something terrible is going on.
He hopes that his blood lives up to the hype presented by Jeanne and his injuries. It would be terribly embarrassing to be a disappointment after all their song and dance about him trying his blood, after all. And while he feels a little lightheaded and dizzy from the blood loss, it's a pleasant sensation that leaves him smiling at nothing in particular and everything in general. Never in all his years did he think he would relish being feasted upon by a vampire. Yet Noé's lips and fangs upon him drive him wild. Slowly, he opens his eyes to stare at the other, his ability to focus hampered somewhat by the sudden lack of blood. Absently, he nods.]
'm fine... Just gonna have to rest a bit...
[Just to make sure his slurred speech doesn't worry Noé too much, he pulls him in for a kiss again, fumbling slightly. Perhaps he did take a bit much, but it's not something Vanitas would change for anything.]
[It is true. Given how loud Noé was, it was likely that if they were still at a hotel, anyone nearby would still have been able to hear him. So it is probably for the best that they have more privacy out here.
He glances, checking Vanitas over, noting that dazed sort of look, the smile. He doesn't get a chance to respond initially before Vanitas pulls him in for a kiss. His eyes close and his hands shift slightly to better accommodate the change in position, shifting to his cheeks as he returns the kiss.]
Mm. I did. Very much. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.
[For good and bad, Noé's never been shy about expressing himself. It's one of those things Vanitas appreciates even if he ends up grumbling sometimes. This is one of the better instances, as knowing how he feels is part of what makes it all worthwhile.
His face is warm beneath Noé's touch, a strong, steady blush coloring his cheeks despite the cool night air. Almost without realizing it, he finds himself nuzzling against one of his hands, savoring the tender gesture as he begins moving once more until he's going at a steady clip and breathing heavier.]
I am. Better than alright... Dare I say, amazing, even. You're amazing...
[Noé is relieved at that. Vanitas still seems a little dazed, perhaps, but overall seems fine. Once they get some rest and he ensures that the other has something to eat, he should be fine. He just hadn't wanted to take too much from him. He gives a small smile at the way Vanitas leans into his hand, expression softening before Vanitas moves again, causing him to try and fail to entirely stifle another moan as the wave of pleasure courses through him. As if just feeding from the other wasn't already enough. One hand shifts to the other's back, fingers clutching at him but trying to avoid breaking the skin.]
H-haaa...me?
[It's hard to say if this might be his insecurity speaking, given his inexperience with this, or his being a little dazed from it all himself. Or just his obliviousness to the effect he has on the other, even in this moment. That it's taking a bit to really process. Probably something of a combination, but he does shift in allowing Vanitas to get comfortable if necessary, a better angle, as his legs spread a little more.]
[Being his first time probably has a lot to do with that perspective, but neither is he lying when he says it feels so wonderful. The sensations are making his head spin - or is that the lack of blood? Either way, he wouldn't change anything, except perhaps a softer bed for Noé's sake. His neck throbs from the puncture wounds while he throbs elsewhere as well. ...well, that could do with some attention too, so perhaps...]
You, idiot~
[He drags out the syllables teasingly, much as he had that second day after they met. In so shifting, Noé manages to hit a particularly sensitive spot within him, causing him to jolt and cry out in pleasure while his fingers rake over the other man's chest. Pant after pant leaves his lips, and he finds himself scrambling to grab Noé's free hand in order to bring it around his length. If he has to instruct him in what he likes, then so be it. Hopefully he can get the hint from that much. He's a smart cookie, after all.]
[Noé does enjoy those sounds from Vanitas. Taking it as a sign that he is doing well. That Vanitas feels good. Even if this is his first time with this. It helps him to know what Vanitas seems to like. What angle to use. How fast he should go as he tries to match pace.
He blinks, but doesn't withdraw his hand, merely instinctively holding him, brushing with his thumb before he starts to stroke, slower initially but picking up the pace with Vanitas's encouragement and noise, the panting between the two of them increasing as that pressure builds. Noé leans up slightly to kiss Vanitas's neck again, eyelashes and the warm breath from his nose against the other's skin.]
[Never one to be shy about his pleasure or displeasure, Vanitas makes sure to not keep his opinion to himself and instead lets himself freely vocalize his enjoyment for Noé to hear. Sometimes they're soft grunts, other times loud moans, and occasionally the bitten off curse word. All intended to express his contentment with their lovemaking.
It's tempting to call him a 'good boy' but that seems demeaning and an insult Vanitas doesn't wish to use. So instead he merely continues panting harder as Noé picks up on his cues and starts helping push him closer towards completion with the added stimulation.He also tips his head aside to grant him more room should he wish to bite more, having no more fear of sharing his memories with him. Though perhaps he shouldn't given how lightheaded he already is...]
[He is tempted. But no. He shouldn't. He's already fed from Vanitas, and he doesn't want to have the other too weak when they were traveling and Vanitas had work to do. So instead, he merely presses his lips against the other's neck, simply licking at any last drops that might be there from the puncture wounds. Focusing on timing his movements with Vanitas, trying to get that same spot that Vanitas had reacted to. His fingers brush against the other as he strokes him, understanding that the other needed that attention.
Vanitas only has to ask. Or indicate it. While they might bicker at times, Noé wouldn't ever really, truly deny him if he was in need. His breathing becomes more erratic, faster in gasps and pants as they both continue to build that pressure more, more of that delightful pleasure that floods through him. Craving it. Desperate for it.]
[Ever the considerate one, huh... Although Vanitas makes a noise of slight disappointment, it's quickly drowned out by ones of pleasure from Noé's tongue trailing over his injuries. It's something of a relief to know that now he can share his blood with him whenever he gets hurt. Yet true relief comes as Noé starts hitting him in just the right spot while simultaneously jerking him off. It leaves him scrambling to scratch and claw at the vampire's chest, leaving angry red hairline scratches along his pristine skin.
This is certainly the best idea they've ever had, as he feels closer than ever to his partner and friend turned lover. So he braces himself and moves his hips just that little bit faster, ever harder as he chases that peak which remains barely out of reach. He's close, so close... He just needs--]
Bite me--!
[Not so much a request as a demand. An order. Perhaps even a plea.]
[He doesn't seem to mind the scratching. If anything, he seems probably used to much worse injuries, so it is fine, really. It doesn't bother him. If anything, it's just a way to know that Vanitas is enjoying this.
The memories that come with the blood aren't necessarily anything new. Nothing he hadn't already seen from Mikhail. In that regard, it's probably a good thing. Now that Vanitas doesn't have to worry about that, the factor of him being an Archiviste with seeing memories came with feeding from someone.
He's close too, though he's trying to focus more on Vanitas. pausing in licking at his neck when the other demands he be bitten again. There's a hint of a smile at his lips before he obeys. Trying to aim for the same spot to not give Vanitas as much in the way of marks, injuries from this. His fangs pierce in again, and he feels that deliciously sweet, warm blood on his tongue again. Better than he had imagined. It definitely has him just on the brink.]
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That is probably exactly what Vanitas wants. What he is aiming for. Not that the thought really registers, given how distracted he is. How much adrenaline and pleasure courses through him already.]
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He wants to hear Noé sing, like a bird. A special song that none will get to listen to but him... Leaning down, he brings his lips to the other's and kisses him. Not with force, but surprisingly gently, in an almost tender expression of affection.]
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His lips are conveniently parted when the other leans down to kiss him, his hands shifting to Vanitas's back and cheek when he does. Head tilting so his nose doesn't angle to knock Vanitas' as he returns the kiss. The gentle, almost chaste and tender affection of it is at odds with their thrusting, but sweet all the same. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss, not yet. Merely returns it in kind, his hand at the other's cheek, threading through the strands of hair near his ear and the side of his neck there. His fingers clutch at Vanitas' back, but not hard or deep enough to scratch him, to break the skin. He doesn't actually want to hurt him.]
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Again and again he kisses his friend and now partner, eager for every drop of affection the other man deigns to grace him with. Eventually, he starts introducing his teeth into the mix, nipping at his bottom lip more as his kisses turn aggressive, desperate while the heat between them builds further. He feels secure with Noé's hands on him, safe in his arms despite his vulnerable state. Eventually it reaches the point that his biting breaks the skin just a bit, enough to flood the taste of their kiss with a coppery tang, leading Vanitas to groan low under his breath.]
Hnngh... I think I get why you all enjoy a little bloodplay...
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Noé barely registers the pain of his lower lip bleeding. So he's initially wondering if it was Vanitas. If he accidentally hurt him during their kiss. He shifts one of his hands to the other's shoulder, but doesn't outright push him off. Merely trying to take stock, to check with Vanitas that he was alright.]
That's....ah, did I hurt you? Sorry...!
[Vanitas doesn't seem upset about it? Maybe it was him. It's probably not too surprising, given the sort of beatings he was used to in fights, that he would barely even notice something like his lower lip bleeding, besides the obvious of that familiar taste. He was used to far worse than this. Even with Vanitas's hands around his neck and his lips red from more than just the blood.]
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So when worry sets in, he has to laugh, very gently and quietly. Of course his first thought would be for him, wouldn't it? Allowing them to part for a breather, Vanitas smiles down at him, tongue running over his lips to catch every last drop of blood.]
It's fine. I'm fine. That was you, idiot.
[Insult though it may be, it's said with clear affection this time. Gradually, he moves his hands from Noé's neck to cup his cheeks, thumbs running over his dark skin. Tenderly stroking him as he continues moving his body along his length, steadily building up the pressure and heat within himself.]
Ah-- Hah... Come here, you--
[Pulling on his just a bit, he goes in for another, more forceful kiss. His breath comes in hard gasps as he feverishly kisses him over and over again, sweat beading on his brow.]
You know... I'm tempted to give you what you want.....
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[That's okay then. He's not as worried if it's him. So long as he hadn't hurt Vanitas accidentally. There's obvious relief in his expression as Vanitas reassures him, before he blinks at seeing Vanitas lick his lips like that. Licking his blood....
But, no. He shouldn't - Vanitas hasn't given permission. And he couldn't betray that. A lot had happened between the two of them, but there was still trust there. If he did something like that before Vanitas was ready, that would break it. Ruin everything.
It isn't like he isn't easily distracted from that train of thought, with the way Vanitas continues thrusting, and his own hips keep attempting to keep pace with the other, that pleasure building between them. He returns the kisses, hand raising to the back of Vanitas's head, fingers curling in his hair.]
Ah...huh?
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[He laughs, light and pleased at his oblivious friend. It's one of his most charming points, he has to admit now. It frustrates him at times, sure, but it's still a delight at other times. And he really can see the appeal of vampires drinking his blood. The tang of copper is almost addicting, even if it brings back some bad memories.
Thankfully, he's making many more better ones right now. Gradually replacing his nightmares with dreams of someone who's come to mean so much to him in such a short time. He hates himself for allowing that to happen, yet he can't deny it any longer. He care for Noé more than he ever thought possible. That's why--
Eventually, he pauses in their lovemaking to simply sit astride him, breathing hard as he braces himself against the vampire's chest. Gazing down at him with skin glistening with sweat, he runs a thumb over Noé's lip. Unnatural eyes gaze upon violet ones as he nods.]
You still want it, don't you? My blood... I think... I'll let you have it...
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[He doesn't care if it's his blood. Just his lip. He has had far worse injuries before. So he doesn't mind that. He just tries to focus on Vanitas. How amazing this was. For all their banter, he knows they have come to care for each other. More than either had wanted to admit, or necessarily quite realized. Until tonight. He may feel like he is winging it, just trying to help Vanitas feel good, but he figures they'd have chances to keep practicing. To get better. To get to know what they might like together.
But then Vanitas pauses, and he gazes up at the other, initially confused and concerned. He's about to ask if Vanitas was alright when that thumb is at his lip. He swallows, knowing his cheeks are likely getting redder as it sinks in what Vanitas is asking. What he was saying. His eyes widen, feeling that familiar thirst at his throat. The change in his eye colour to that brighter red hue at the question is likely an answer enough, but he still seems to want to be sure.]
Are....really? I mean. Yes. I do. But you don't have to, just because...
[Just because he knows that Noé wants it. Just because they were....]
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[And that's true. He may be mostly human, but vampire blood runs through his veins. He heals faster, is more durable than the average person. How else could he take all the abuse he's been subjected to, both before and after meeting Noé? So it's all fine, though he appreciates the concern just the same. The affection that the other shares with him, and he dare hopes, will continue to share.
But ah, there it is. That bloodlust he knows Noé has for him. Saying his blood smells really good back in their hotel room had put this idea in his mind and he'd always wished he could make it into a reality. But he hadn't trusted Noé at the time to not misuse the knowledge that could be gained from seeing his memories. Now, though... He trusts him with his very life. To snuff it out when the time comes. If he can have faith in him for that, surely he can believe in the man's ability to not misuse his memories.
So he nods slightly at the question.]
I know I don't have to. But I want to. You know me. I do only as I like, with no regard for anyone else.
[Not strictly true, but not entirely wrong, either. Still, he leans in, laying heavily upon Noé's chest so he can tuck his face against the vampire's neck, exposing his own to him.]
Make it feel good, Noé.
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Vanitas had said that more or less what he had been hiding was revealed now, since Noé had fed from his 'brother'. So at least that wasn't a worry anymore. He still wants to be sure. Given how vehement Vanitas had been before about the idea. That his boundaries should be respected. Noé has to respect that.
But if he has permission now. Well, then he can finally taste him. He'd wanted to almost since the moment they had met. Noé bites his lower lip, wincing briefly at the reminder that it had been split earlier when biting at it. He swallows, not sure he should question it as Vanitas shifts lower, leaning in to expose his neck in offering.]
O-okay. If you're sure.
[He can't be sure it's not exactly the same for humans, but when he'd been fed from, while it had hurt in that initial moment of the fangs breaking the skin, it wasn't unpleasant. Noé hopes it would feel....well. Good, for Vanitas. He stares at the exposed neck for a moment, as if processing what was happening, before he nods, his hands trying to position to support Vanitas's head as he leans up, his lips pressing against Vanitas's neck in a kiss at first. His tongue licks at the skin before he pulls back barely for a brief moment and his mouth latches on, fangs piercing the skin with practiced ease and placement.]
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And this is yet another decision he's making for himself. To give every last bit of himself, body and soul, to Noé. He still feels some reluctance yet he knows it's fear talking. That the desire to connect with his friend on a deeper level is stronger.
He knows Noé wants to savor his blood, probably more than Vanitas himself wants to share it. He broke free of his self-hypnosis, so it should be fine, but... he's glad his weapons are well out of reach. Nestled up against him, he breathes, forcing himself to calm down.]
I am. Do it.
[Not an offer anymore, but a command. One final way of reassuring himself that what he's doing is the right thing. Even if his breathing becomes harsher and faster. Feeling himself being cradled so carefully helps, making his heart flutter. And then he feels those lips upon his skin, kissing him... Of course Noé would be sweet about it. He's that kind of person. But it's just the prelude to the real show, of his sharp fangs piercing his flesh with a sharp pain that quickly gives way to pleasure as he feels his own blood well up, hot and wet. It's just like with Jeanne: euphoric and heady with pleasure, enough so that after his initial grunt of pain, he can't keep down a moan, hands coming up to tangle in Noé's hair so he can hold him close.]
D-Damn...
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Even if Vanitas has experience with this, he still doesn't want to take too much. To leave the other too weakened. Noé tries to be careful about that. Even if it tasted so good. Better than he had imagined. He still has to keep control of himself. That isn't as easy as it might usually be, between their earlier intimacy and all this building up. He savors the taste, his tongue lapping at the tiny marks on Vanitas's neck to lick at the blood. He smiles against the other's neck a little at hearing the moan, feeling the hands in his hair.]
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Part of him wants Noé to drain him good, to leave him weakened and unable to move, a bleeding, moaning mess. To leave the realm of wakefulness and slip into unconsciousness knowing that his best friend has feasted upon his blood. But he's not like that. He's too kind and cautious. Gullible fool. Feeling a swell of affection for the other man, Vanitas breathes heavily in between pants and moans, sounding even more lewd than when they were busy making love. Though the feeling of him still inside him remains, the combined sensations of being so full and yet drained pulling him in two different directions.
His fingers scrape delicately over Noé's scalp, encouraging him to have his fill despite whatever memories he might encounter. Good or bad, he'll reveal all to his partner.]
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Not when there was this. This deliciousness. The noise Vanitas makes that are even better than what he heard before. But he doesn't want to take too much. So he tries to restrain himself, pulling back after a bit, tongue licking up the last drops he sees as he holds Vanitas. He figures this would leave the other weaker, so he wants to be sure that Vanitas is alright after that. He's a little dazed, and his eyes gradually shift back to their usual purple as he looks Vanitas over. Making sure he doesn't seem too weak, too pale.]
Ah, are you...you're okay? It wasn't too much, was it?
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He hopes that his blood lives up to the hype presented by Jeanne and his injuries. It would be terribly embarrassing to be a disappointment after all their song and dance about him trying his blood, after all. And while he feels a little lightheaded and dizzy from the blood loss, it's a pleasant sensation that leaves him smiling at nothing in particular and everything in general. Never in all his years did he think he would relish being feasted upon by a vampire. Yet Noé's lips and fangs upon him drive him wild. Slowly, he opens his eyes to stare at the other, his ability to focus hampered somewhat by the sudden lack of blood. Absently, he nods.]
'm fine... Just gonna have to rest a bit...
[Just to make sure his slurred speech doesn't worry Noé too much, he pulls him in for a kiss again, fumbling slightly. Perhaps he did take a bit much, but it's not something Vanitas would change for anything.]
....did you enjoy it? Was it good?
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He glances, checking Vanitas over, noting that dazed sort of look, the smile. He doesn't get a chance to respond initially before Vanitas pulls him in for a kiss. His eyes close and his hands shift slightly to better accommodate the change in position, shifting to his cheeks as he returns the kiss.]
Mm. I did. Very much. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.
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His face is warm beneath Noé's touch, a strong, steady blush coloring his cheeks despite the cool night air. Almost without realizing it, he finds himself nuzzling against one of his hands, savoring the tender gesture as he begins moving once more until he's going at a steady clip and breathing heavier.]
I am. Better than alright... Dare I say, amazing, even. You're amazing...
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[Noé is relieved at that. Vanitas still seems a little dazed, perhaps, but overall seems fine. Once they get some rest and he ensures that the other has something to eat, he should be fine. He just hadn't wanted to take too much from him. He gives a small smile at the way Vanitas leans into his hand, expression softening before Vanitas moves again, causing him to try and fail to entirely stifle another moan as the wave of pleasure courses through him. As if just feeding from the other wasn't already enough. One hand shifts to the other's back, fingers clutching at him but trying to avoid breaking the skin.]
H-haaa...me?
[It's hard to say if this might be his insecurity speaking, given his inexperience with this, or his being a little dazed from it all himself. Or just his obliviousness to the effect he has on the other, even in this moment. That it's taking a bit to really process. Probably something of a combination, but he does shift in allowing Vanitas to get comfortable if necessary, a better angle, as his legs spread a little more.]
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[Being his first time probably has a lot to do with that perspective, but neither is he lying when he says it feels so wonderful. The sensations are making his head spin - or is that the lack of blood? Either way, he wouldn't change anything, except perhaps a softer bed for Noé's sake. His neck throbs from the puncture wounds while he throbs elsewhere as well. ...well, that could do with some attention too, so perhaps...]
You, idiot~
[He drags out the syllables teasingly, much as he had that second day after they met. In so shifting, Noé manages to hit a particularly sensitive spot within him, causing him to jolt and cry out in pleasure while his fingers rake over the other man's chest. Pant after pant leaves his lips, and he finds himself scrambling to grab Noé's free hand in order to bring it around his length. If he has to instruct him in what he likes, then so be it. Hopefully he can get the hint from that much. He's a smart cookie, after all.]
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[Noé does enjoy those sounds from Vanitas. Taking it as a sign that he is doing well. That Vanitas feels good. Even if this is his first time with this. It helps him to know what Vanitas seems to like. What angle to use. How fast he should go as he tries to match pace.
He blinks, but doesn't withdraw his hand, merely instinctively holding him, brushing with his thumb before he starts to stroke, slower initially but picking up the pace with Vanitas's encouragement and noise, the panting between the two of them increasing as that pressure builds. Noé leans up slightly to kiss Vanitas's neck again, eyelashes and the warm breath from his nose against the other's skin.]
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[Never one to be shy about his pleasure or displeasure, Vanitas makes sure to not keep his opinion to himself and instead lets himself freely vocalize his enjoyment for Noé to hear. Sometimes they're soft grunts, other times loud moans, and occasionally the bitten off curse word. All intended to express his contentment with their lovemaking.
It's tempting to call him a 'good boy' but that seems demeaning and an insult Vanitas doesn't wish to use. So instead he merely continues panting harder as Noé picks up on his cues and starts helping push him closer towards completion with the added stimulation.He also tips his head aside to grant him more room should he wish to bite more, having no more fear of sharing his memories with him. Though perhaps he shouldn't given how lightheaded he already is...]
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Vanitas only has to ask. Or indicate it. While they might bicker at times, Noé wouldn't ever really, truly deny him if he was in need. His breathing becomes more erratic, faster in gasps and pants as they both continue to build that pressure more, more of that delightful pleasure that floods through him. Craving it. Desperate for it.]
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This is certainly the best idea they've ever had, as he feels closer than ever to his partner and friend turned lover. So he braces himself and moves his hips just that little bit faster, ever harder as he chases that peak which remains barely out of reach. He's close, so close... He just needs--]
Bite me--!
[Not so much a request as a demand. An order. Perhaps even a plea.]
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The memories that come with the blood aren't necessarily anything new. Nothing he hadn't already seen from Mikhail. In that regard, it's probably a good thing. Now that Vanitas doesn't have to worry about that, the factor of him being an Archiviste with seeing memories came with feeding from someone.
He's close too, though he's trying to focus more on Vanitas. pausing in licking at his neck when the other demands he be bitten again. There's a hint of a smile at his lips before he obeys. Trying to aim for the same spot to not give Vanitas as much in the way of marks, injuries from this. His fangs pierce in again, and he feels that deliciously sweet, warm blood on his tongue again. Better than he had imagined. It definitely has him just on the brink.]
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