[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.]
[Thankfully despite the vampire blood running through his veins, Vanitas doesn't have their strength. Otherwise he might have worried about hurting him. Instead, he gets to leave light trails as proof of his pleasure.
It's a relief that Noé doesn't delve into a person's memories every time he indulges, as that would be far too risky. But since it's not a problem any longer, he has no qualms about allowing him to suck to his heart's content. Even if it makes him weak and sleepy, he wants to savor the experience more.
He figures Noé would continue to be the selfless type, paying more attention to his partner than himself. That's why Vanitas will see to him once he's no longer delirious with heat. Feeling those fangs enter his skin again earns a grunt of a moan, one which he doesn't try to stifle, instead allowing his voice to ring out in the darkness, only growing louder and faster as he finally tips over the edge. A series of shudders runs throughout his body, causing him to grunt as he comes on Noé's stomach, hands twisting in his hair and pulling in spite of himself.]
[Noé only shifts to pull back slightly once Vanitas is finished, tongue licking at the blood on his lips as he glances to the other with a small smile. He's not sure he has much longer either, but at least he knows that Vanitas had enjoyed it. That was really the important thing. At least to him. That he wasn't too clumsy and fumbling, that this was horrible for either or both of them. But he supposes some things just seem to be instinctive. Like his immediate response to want to hear more of those noises.
He pants, catching his breath as he feels the stickiness at his stomach. He's not immediately worried about it, figuring it will be easy enough to wash up afterwards since they weren't too far from a river. A hand runs through Vanitas's hair, a small smile at his lips.]
[One thing Vanitas has discovered since he's decided he likes having vampires drink his blood is that stopping is always tinged with a bit of longing. For more of those sensations, more of the closeness that comes from sharing such an intrinsic part of himself. So it's no surprise he sighs sadly as Noé pulls away. Trying to put his satisfaction into words right now is difficult, so he does the next best thing: he grasps the vampire by the cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss, rough and passionate, smearing blood on both their lips.
Only once they need air does he break away with a huff, allowing their foreheads to meet while he catches his breath. The mess barely even registers, so satisfied is he.]
You ask too many questions. If it was bad, I'd tell you. [He doesn't want to seem ungrateful, though, and so runs a hand through Noé's hair, smiling.] I'm fine. What about you? You haven't finished yet...
[That much is obvious, so he starts sliding his hips again despite feeling a little tired, determined to see things through.]
You can go as hard as you like, you know... You won't break me.
[As he's grabbed, he blinks in initial surprise for a second, but he's quick enough to return the kiss, one arm pulling Vanitas closer to him. At least, since Vanitas gives permission, he isn't quite so worried and cautious now about accidentally nicking the other's lower lip in the process. He's a bit dazed himself when they pull back, panting as he catches his breath.]
Mm -- eh?
[Maybe he did ask too many questions. It isn't that he doesn't trust that Vanitas would say something if he weren't doing something quite right. He just can't help wanting to try and check with the other. Especially since this is the first time. So he wants to be sure that this was all okay. That Vanitas was alright with it. Consent was important, and he wants to be sure to respect any boundaries. He wants to know that the other is comfortable with him.
His breath hitches, his fingers curling at Vanitas's back as the other shifts in thrusting again.]
Aah...I'm...I'm fine...
[His strength was something he did try to keep in mind with mortals. Most of the time, anyway. He'd been letting Vanitas take the lead, cautious about hurting him otherwise. A moan escapes his lips with the other's movements, with the reassurance and encouragement that it was okay. Maybe he was treating the other a bit too delicately. But it was simply that he wanted to avoid accidentally hurting Vanitas. Not that he didn't want this.
With the other's encouragement, he holds to the Vanitas's waist at his hips, picking up more speed as his own hips thrust. That was one advantage of being a vampire. Not that he had ever necessarily thought of it like this. His face buries in Vanitas's neck near his shoulder for a moment, not to bite him but merely holding him close.]
[Always so innocent... It's sweet, really. Something he truly appreciates about Noé, especially in moments like these. It's good, too, to hear that he's able to make the vampire so breathless simply with kisses. He loves hearing him straining and fighting to control himself.]
I'm saying it's fine, you idiot.
[Apparently "idiot" is now a term of endearment for them. Vanitas can't bring himself to use a more direct term of affection, not with Noé. They've been through too much to muddy the waters with different terminology. And despite Vanitas' apparent annoyance, he feels so very warm from being checked on so much. Loved, dare he say. It is that, isn't it...? Well, whatever it is, he appreciates it all the same.
Smiling to himself at Noé's erratic breathing, he lets out a little laugh.]
Good, good... I want you to be better than fine...
[One of these days he's going to have to piss Noé off in order to get him to cut loose and really rail him, that much Vanitas has decided. The guy is far too nice and kind for his own good. Maybe if he told him he wants to end up a bit bruised? Would that encourage him to be more free...? It's worth a shot.
--except that it seems Noé finally gets the idea, hastening his pace much to Vanitas' delight. He grunts and gasps loudly as his friend pounds into him, returning the gesture of holding him close by nestling against his chest completely, allowing their pounding hearts to meet. Sweat trickles down his brow the more he jerks in the other's grasp, eyes fluttering lightly. Against his will, he finds himself muttering in Noé's ear.]
[Noé doesn't protest. He's used to being called such things by Vanitas and others. But at least the other is keeping consistent. He can't fault that. It would be strange to expect that things would really change all that much between them generally. Even if things were a little different between them with this.
It doesn't take much encouragement. That he could stop holding back so much. Noé doesn't intend to hurt the other. Though with how tightly he clutches at Vanitas's back, he might be unintentionally scratching him. Might have bruised him at the neck with his feeding. Their sweat mingles at their chests as Vanitas nestles against his chest.
Better than fine. He was. Oh, he was. There was something about the way Vanitas murmurs in his ear, the way he jerks against him, that spurs him on more. Noé keeps up a steady pace, wanting to keep going, to keep riding that pleasurable feeling that keeps building. Chasing that as it floods through his body with each thrust as he pants and bites his lower lip.]
[Perhaps eventually he'll become comfortable referring to him by some other pet name, but for now this works fine. So long as Noé understands the intent behind it, that's what matters. That for once he doesn't mean it maliciously.
Feeling his nails rake alongside his back earns a pleased hiss from Vanitas. He doesn't mind being marked in this way; he already has so many scars, what's a few more borne from an affectionate act such as this? If he walks away sporting marks of his conquest, then it only means that he has something to be proud of. Because being Noé's lover is an honor. That much he feels as strongly as the sweat sticking their skin together.
Idly, he has to wonder just how much stamina vampires have for this sort of thing, and belatedly, realizes they probably can go a lot more than a human can. So he ends up laughing to himself for his hubris, burying his face against Noé's chest while they both seek release for him. He wants him to know the same pleasure he experienced, after all.]
[At least this time, it is clear from the way Vanitas says it that he isn't meaning it. He's not that frustrated with him or anything. It's probably just from habit, more than anything else, that he says it, almost.
Noé isn't necessarily considering that he might mark the other like this. From feeding from him, giving him scars. He's just doing what seems instinctive, what Vanitas wants him to. What feels good. It'd probably only be afterwards that he might realize that. Which is probably a little hilarious considering how worked up he was over Jeanne feeding from Vanitas first. And yet, now, it was his turn. Vanitas was his. Jeanne hadn't had this with him.
He had not even thought about the potential difference in stamina. How he might be able to hold out longer than Vanitas. He glances at Vanitas's laughing, but is too distracted as he nears his own climax. His head tilts back against the blanket as he does, his thrusts getting faster, fingers clutching at Vanitas's back and hair as he pants and cries out. He then slumps back down on the blanket, wiping at his brow with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.]
[A bad habit, but he's good at those. One day he'll pick a cute name with which to tease him, but for now that requires far too much effort and brain power he doesn't have the resources for in this lustful haze.
It's possible part of him wants Noé to mark him up, to claim him for his own. There's something terribly arousing and stimulating about being a specific vampire's feeding ground. He felt it when Jeanne marked him: that thrilling rush of being prey to a stronger creature that could've snapped his neck. Yet there's something much more tender about Noé possessing him. Which likely has to do with the fact they're having sex, too. There's being a vampire's meal and then there's whatever this is. Love, maybe...? He's not sure.
All he knows is that he's determined to see it through for Noé, to make sure he feels just as wonderful. So he rides him hard, back arching with fingers splayed across his bare skin until his vampire companion manages to reach that glorious peak and he can gradually slow down, finally allowing himself to drop onto Noé's chest. His breath comes in heavy pants, but somehow he finds the energy to laugh again, light and amused while he rests a hand over Noé's heart.]
[He isn't quite registering yet if he might have marked Vanitas in more ways than one. That Jeanne and everyone else would be able to tell what had happened between them. He just lies there catching his breath, not quite looking at Vanitas just yet. Simply savoring this feeling. Sure, he's panting and definitely needs to wash up, but there was something delightful and amazing about this. Neither of them had exactly said those three words yet. But whatever it was between them, it was clear it was mutual. They both felt something there. Something besides the frustration and annoyance at each other at times.
His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, lips parted, before he smiles at that. His heart probably is still racing from the adrenaline that Vanitas can feel as he lays a hand there, one of Noé's arms around Vanitas's waist as he sighs.]
[That's one decided disadvantage to having vampires feasting on him: end ends up looking like a walking tattoo advertisement. And yet... he doesn't mind. Not this time, anyway. Nor does he care if his skin has been bruised, revealing the passion from their time together. He'll wear it with pride, much as he had with Jeanne. For now, though, he runs his hand over Noé's bare skin, allowing it to follow with each breath he takes. Maybe he'll never be able to bring himself to utter those words, but if he can just show him the care and appreciation he deserves, then that's fine...
Watching him breath isn't quite enough for Vanitas, so he scoots up just a bit in order to press their lips together briefly, sighing into the kiss. For once, he feels safe. Like he can relax, knowing that Noé is here looking after him. That he doesn't need to worry about him sneaking a bite anymore.]
Heh... We should do this again sometime. I want to try seeing what you're like with me inside you.
[The idea makes his cheeks redden, as if he isn't flushed already, as he calms down. His lips easily part, and he returns the kiss, just taking in the moment. He's not immediately ready to move just yet. Even if they will need to eventually. For now, he's not too cold. He doesn't think Vanitas feels all that cold anymore. Evidently, their vigorous activity just now had warmed him up some.
He sighs, his fingers lazily, absently drawing patterns against Vanitas's back. There's something delightfully soothing, calming about the moment. Just the two of them like this. He doesn't necessarily expect it to be like this all the time. There would still be times when they bicker and yell at each other, but even so. This was....nice. He's not assuming Vanitas necessarily means anything is going to happen right now. But that he wants this again...well, he's not exactly sure what this means for them. He's not immediately considering what the reaction might be. If Domi were to find out.
He shifts just slightly, lowering his hand from his brow and eyes and glancing up at the other.]
You're okay? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
[He doesn't think that's the case, but it's always best to be sure rather than make assumptions. Given how readily Noé reciprocates, he's fairly certain there won't be any issue. Thankfully the night is still young, affording them enough time to simply savor one another's presence after everything. There's no trace of the chills that plagued him earlier now that his body is warmed up inside and out. Though that may change as the sweat on his skin begins to cool.
Feeling Noé trace designs on his skin sends a pleasant tingling sensation up his spine, and he finds himself having to swallow a moan. Although maybe he should let it out... Instead, he sighs in contentment, feeling of a similar mind; they'll never have a perfect relationship, but that's what makes knowing each other such a delight. Noé challenges him, forces him to confront his own arrogance and prejudices, and makes him grow as a person. He hates it and loves it all at once. That's why he wants to continue down this new path and see where it takes them. They can contend with Dominique and Jeanne later. Once he's sorted out his feelings.
Peering down at him, he nods, a playful smile on his lips.]
Nothing I didn't enjoy. Next time I'll have you be a bit more free with yourself, even. I want you to mark me as yours, Noé...
I do. I guess I just hadn't quite thought too far ahead with this.
[But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to try. To do whatever Vanitas might want. He'd said he was staying with Vanitas, and he had meant it. He doesn't see that changing. So they may as well just see where this takes them. Noé's purple eyes widen a little as Vanitas continues, glancing over the other as best as he can from having the other lying on top of him still like this. It's hard to tell, but besides some scratches on his back, maybe a little bruising at his hips, and the obvious bite mark at his neck, it doesn't seem to be too bad.]
Mark you...? Ah, you mean like Jeanne did? When she fed from you?
Neither did I, but it's fine. We had fun, right? We'll figure things out as we go.
[Now that they're (affectionately) stuck with each other, they can take their time feeling things out step by step, until they find a comfortable medium. At least for as much time as he has... Shaking that thought off, he forces a smile that's a little strained, pushing himself upright with a moan. He's going to be achy in the morning, but it was damn worth it. Maybe he'll be able to bribe Noé into using those strong hands of his to give him a massage... He can always offer to trade the favor for some sweets. That'd be fair.]
Mmm... I'm curious to see what your mark looks like. And if we're going to make this a regular occurrence, then you'll want to stake your claim, won't you?
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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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It's a relief that Noé doesn't delve into a person's memories every time he indulges, as that would be far too risky. But since it's not a problem any longer, he has no qualms about allowing him to suck to his heart's content. Even if it makes him weak and sleepy, he wants to savor the experience more.
He figures Noé would continue to be the selfless type, paying more attention to his partner than himself. That's why Vanitas will see to him once he's no longer delirious with heat. Feeling those fangs enter his skin again earns a grunt of a moan, one which he doesn't try to stifle, instead allowing his voice to ring out in the darkness, only growing louder and faster as he finally tips over the edge. A series of shudders runs throughout his body, causing him to grunt as he comes on Noé's stomach, hands twisting in his hair and pulling in spite of himself.]
D-Damn...
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He pants, catching his breath as he feels the stickiness at his stomach. He's not immediately worried about it, figuring it will be easy enough to wash up afterwards since they weren't too far from a river. A hand runs through Vanitas's hair, a small smile at his lips.]
It was good? You're okay?
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Only once they need air does he break away with a huff, allowing their foreheads to meet while he catches his breath. The mess barely even registers, so satisfied is he.]
You ask too many questions. If it was bad, I'd tell you. [He doesn't want to seem ungrateful, though, and so runs a hand through Noé's hair, smiling.] I'm fine. What about you? You haven't finished yet...
[That much is obvious, so he starts sliding his hips again despite feeling a little tired, determined to see things through.]
You can go as hard as you like, you know... You won't break me.
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Mm -- eh?
[Maybe he did ask too many questions. It isn't that he doesn't trust that Vanitas would say something if he weren't doing something quite right. He just can't help wanting to try and check with the other. Especially since this is the first time. So he wants to be sure that this was all okay. That Vanitas was alright with it. Consent was important, and he wants to be sure to respect any boundaries. He wants to know that the other is comfortable with him.
His breath hitches, his fingers curling at Vanitas's back as the other shifts in thrusting again.]
Aah...I'm...I'm fine...
[His strength was something he did try to keep in mind with mortals. Most of the time, anyway. He'd been letting Vanitas take the lead, cautious about hurting him otherwise. A moan escapes his lips with the other's movements, with the reassurance and encouragement that it was okay. Maybe he was treating the other a bit too delicately. But it was simply that he wanted to avoid accidentally hurting Vanitas. Not that he didn't want this.
With the other's encouragement, he holds to the Vanitas's waist at his hips, picking up more speed as his own hips thrust. That was one advantage of being a vampire. Not that he had ever necessarily thought of it like this. His face buries in Vanitas's neck near his shoulder for a moment, not to bite him but merely holding him close.]
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I'm saying it's fine, you idiot.
[Apparently "idiot" is now a term of endearment for them. Vanitas can't bring himself to use a more direct term of affection, not with Noé. They've been through too much to muddy the waters with different terminology. And despite Vanitas' apparent annoyance, he feels so very warm from being checked on so much. Loved, dare he say. It is that, isn't it...? Well, whatever it is, he appreciates it all the same.
Smiling to himself at Noé's erratic breathing, he lets out a little laugh.]
Good, good... I want you to be better than fine...
[One of these days he's going to have to piss Noé off in order to get him to cut loose and really rail him, that much Vanitas has decided. The guy is far too nice and kind for his own good. Maybe if he told him he wants to end up a bit bruised? Would that encourage him to be more free...? It's worth a shot.
--except that it seems Noé finally gets the idea, hastening his pace much to Vanitas' delight. He grunts and gasps loudly as his friend pounds into him, returning the gesture of holding him close by nestling against his chest completely, allowing their pounding hearts to meet. Sweat trickles down his brow the more he jerks in the other's grasp, eyes fluttering lightly. Against his will, he finds himself muttering in Noé's ear.]
Nice... This is so very nice...
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It doesn't take much encouragement. That he could stop holding back so much. Noé doesn't intend to hurt the other. Though with how tightly he clutches at Vanitas's back, he might be unintentionally scratching him. Might have bruised him at the neck with his feeding. Their sweat mingles at their chests as Vanitas nestles against his chest.
Better than fine. He was. Oh, he was. There was something about the way Vanitas murmurs in his ear, the way he jerks against him, that spurs him on more. Noé keeps up a steady pace, wanting to keep going, to keep riding that pleasurable feeling that keeps building. Chasing that as it floods through his body with each thrust as he pants and bites his lower lip.]
Better than fine? This....this is.
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Feeling his nails rake alongside his back earns a pleased hiss from Vanitas. He doesn't mind being marked in this way; he already has so many scars, what's a few more borne from an affectionate act such as this? If he walks away sporting marks of his conquest, then it only means that he has something to be proud of. Because being Noé's lover is an honor. That much he feels as strongly as the sweat sticking their skin together.
Idly, he has to wonder just how much stamina vampires have for this sort of thing, and belatedly, realizes they probably can go a lot more than a human can. So he ends up laughing to himself for his hubris, burying his face against Noé's chest while they both seek release for him. He wants him to know the same pleasure he experienced, after all.]
Mmm... It's great, isn't it...? Hah--
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[At least this time, it is clear from the way Vanitas says it that he isn't meaning it. He's not that frustrated with him or anything. It's probably just from habit, more than anything else, that he says it, almost.
Noé isn't necessarily considering that he might mark the other like this. From feeding from him, giving him scars. He's just doing what seems instinctive, what Vanitas wants him to. What feels good. It'd probably only be afterwards that he might realize that. Which is probably a little hilarious considering how worked up he was over Jeanne feeding from Vanitas first. And yet, now, it was his turn. Vanitas was his. Jeanne hadn't had this with him.
He had not even thought about the potential difference in stamina. How he might be able to hold out longer than Vanitas. He glances at Vanitas's laughing, but is too distracted as he nears his own climax. His head tilts back against the blanket as he does, his thrusts getting faster, fingers clutching at Vanitas's back and hair as he pants and cries out. He then slumps back down on the blanket, wiping at his brow with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.]
Haa.....Wow...
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[A bad habit, but he's good at those. One day he'll pick a cute name with which to tease him, but for now that requires far too much effort and brain power he doesn't have the resources for in this lustful haze.
It's possible part of him wants Noé to mark him up, to claim him for his own. There's something terribly arousing and stimulating about being a specific vampire's feeding ground. He felt it when Jeanne marked him: that thrilling rush of being prey to a stronger creature that could've snapped his neck. Yet there's something much more tender about Noé possessing him. Which likely has to do with the fact they're having sex, too. There's being a vampire's meal and then there's whatever this is. Love, maybe...? He's not sure.
All he knows is that he's determined to see it through for Noé, to make sure he feels just as wonderful. So he rides him hard, back arching with fingers splayed across his bare skin until his vampire companion manages to reach that glorious peak and he can gradually slow down, finally allowing himself to drop onto Noé's chest. His breath comes in heavy pants, but somehow he finds the energy to laugh again, light and amused while he rests a hand over Noé's heart.]
Right? I can see why people do this...
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His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, lips parted, before he smiles at that. His heart probably is still racing from the adrenaline that Vanitas can feel as he lays a hand there, one of Noé's arms around Vanitas's waist as he sighs.]
Mm. Yeah. I think I'm starting to.
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Watching him breath isn't quite enough for Vanitas, so he scoots up just a bit in order to press their lips together briefly, sighing into the kiss. For once, he feels safe. Like he can relax, knowing that Noé is here looking after him. That he doesn't need to worry about him sneaking a bite anymore.]
Heh... We should do this again sometime. I want to try seeing what you're like with me inside you.
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[The idea makes his cheeks redden, as if he isn't flushed already, as he calms down. His lips easily part, and he returns the kiss, just taking in the moment. He's not immediately ready to move just yet. Even if they will need to eventually. For now, he's not too cold. He doesn't think Vanitas feels all that cold anymore. Evidently, their vigorous activity just now had warmed him up some.
He sighs, his fingers lazily, absently drawing patterns against Vanitas's back. There's something delightfully soothing, calming about the moment. Just the two of them like this. He doesn't necessarily expect it to be like this all the time. There would still be times when they bicker and yell at each other, but even so. This was....nice. He's not assuming Vanitas necessarily means anything is going to happen right now. But that he wants this again...well, he's not exactly sure what this means for them. He's not immediately considering what the reaction might be. If Domi were to find out.
He shifts just slightly, lowering his hand from his brow and eyes and glancing up at the other.]
You're okay? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
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[He doesn't think that's the case, but it's always best to be sure rather than make assumptions. Given how readily Noé reciprocates, he's fairly certain there won't be any issue. Thankfully the night is still young, affording them enough time to simply savor one another's presence after everything. There's no trace of the chills that plagued him earlier now that his body is warmed up inside and out. Though that may change as the sweat on his skin begins to cool.
Feeling Noé trace designs on his skin sends a pleasant tingling sensation up his spine, and he finds himself having to swallow a moan. Although maybe he should let it out... Instead, he sighs in contentment, feeling of a similar mind; they'll never have a perfect relationship, but that's what makes knowing each other such a delight. Noé challenges him, forces him to confront his own arrogance and prejudices, and makes him grow as a person. He hates it and loves it all at once. That's why he wants to continue down this new path and see where it takes them. They can contend with Dominique and Jeanne later. Once he's sorted out his feelings.
Peering down at him, he nods, a playful smile on his lips.]
Nothing I didn't enjoy. Next time I'll have you be a bit more free with yourself, even. I want you to mark me as yours, Noé...
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[But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to try. To do whatever Vanitas might want. He'd said he was staying with Vanitas, and he had meant it. He doesn't see that changing. So they may as well just see where this takes them. Noé's purple eyes widen a little as Vanitas continues, glancing over the other as best as he can from having the other lying on top of him still like this. It's hard to tell, but besides some scratches on his back, maybe a little bruising at his hips, and the obvious bite mark at his neck, it doesn't seem to be too bad.]
Mark you...? Ah, you mean like Jeanne did? When she fed from you?
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[Now that they're (affectionately) stuck with each other, they can take their time feeling things out step by step, until they find a comfortable medium. At least for as much time as he has... Shaking that thought off, he forces a smile that's a little strained, pushing himself upright with a moan. He's going to be achy in the morning, but it was damn worth it. Maybe he'll be able to bribe Noé into using those strong hands of his to give him a massage... He can always offer to trade the favor for some sweets. That'd be fair.]
Mmm... I'm curious to see what your mark looks like. And if we're going to make this a regular occurrence, then you'll want to stake your claim, won't you?
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