You're not though... [He gently brushes a hand over one of those wings, not sounding mad or anything, just concerned. Though it turns to something much more sensual as he's graced with a smattering of kisses, leading to him clutching desperately at Verso's sides.] Hnn... I'm sorry... Can I help in any way?
[He hesitates. Vanitas is uniquely positioned to offer reassurance and comfort, but... he grumbles, frustrated. There are some things it's difficult to come out and say.]
New one is a horse. [Perhaps obvious from the tail, which flicks again.] Changed... [He pulls Vanitas' hips to his. Having the man he loves — a perpetual temptation — so close, his body responds. The sensation of his cock sliding out of its sheath nearly enough to quell his arousal. Nearly.]
[There's a faint sting in his heart as Verso hesitates, making him doubt if he wants to share those problems with him in particular. Does he think he can't help? Is there truly nothing he can do...? Doubt eats away at him as he nods, stealing a glance at the tail.]
That's not too bad, right? [Or so he thinks, until he's tugged up against Verso's front so that he can feel his cock moving against him. That's enough to make him blush and clutch at Verso's back, allowing him to squirm against the appendage. Which... probably doesn't do anything to satisfy Verso's needs, really. He knows it's only serving to rouse himself further, too.]
You don't have to... [His words die on his tongue.] It's not human. [So very, extremely, not human.] Wouldn't blame you for not wanting... [It. Him. His chest is one thing, but Vanitas has made no secret of enjoying his previous endowment.]
I know I don't. [Seeing Verso wilt like that has him grasping the older man by the cheeks, tapping him with a claw to get him looking at his smile.] And even if it's changed... it's still you. [Just as Verso's accepted all of him, feline features and all, he wants to be here for him, to offer him whatever he needs, too.] Besides, I'm a kinky bastard, heh.
[A measure of tension leaves Verso's shoulders.] You should see it first. Might change your mind. [But... Vanitas is the one who wanted to fool around with Verso's Shift. As such, his reassurance goes a long way.]
[Standing on his toes, he kisses Verso lightly.] Maybe, but probably not. If anything, I bet I'll just get more turned on. [From there, he trails his hands down Verso's front, over his stomach and to his pants, where he works to undo them. Always tricky with his long claws, but he's gotten fairly handy at it with all the practice.]
[He huffs a laugh that contains a trace of a whinny. He allows them to separate enough to give Vanitas better access to his belt and fastenings. They come loose under his fingers and fall to the floor.]
If you can handle it. Horses are... large. [Avoiding his genuine fear by retreating into his usual coping mechanism: tempting Vanitas with a challenge.
Still half sheathed, his new size is obvious through his underwear.]
[Hehe... Cute. Gives a whole new meaning to riding him, too. Not that Vanitas cares much about the terminology. No, he's much more fascinated by the sheer size of Verso's new length, and spends a few moments simply marveling at it.] Oh, trust me. I'm well aware of that. Had a few as part of the troupe I lived with as a child. Needless to say, horses aren't subtle when they're aroused.
[And neither is Verso, it seems, though Vanitas gives his cock a gentle, teasing rub in the hopes of coaxing him out further.]
[The undaunted lust in Vanitas' gaze does more than his touch to coax Verso from his sheath, his cock seeming to unfold from itself though Verso chooses a distract by way of kissing Vanitas' neck.]
Not like that, thank you. Handling them, though, yes.
[The kisses serve to momentarily draw Vanitas' attention, getting him to crane his chin up and to one side in order to better expose his skin. A soft moan escapes from between parted lips as he blindly gropes after Verso's cock, trying to size him up.]
We don't have to— [He breaks off, swallows and tries again.] Can work up to... [But that grope has his hips canting and pushing his cock up into Vanitas' grip. Either from his lingering distress or simply a facet of his new anatomy, it's taking him longer to get fully hard, but it just seems to get longer and thicker as he does.]
Aw, you're bashful... That's so sweet. [His hand runs the length of Verso's cock before focusing on the tip, which seems even more prominent and shapely than the rest of his rather large growing erection.] Hnngh... Damn... You're gonna be massive once you stop holding back. [Though he pauses in his ministrations to grab him by the hand, in order to lead him to the bed and shove him onto it.]
[Verso makes a non-committal sound. The words "too big" die on his lips as Vanitas leads him away. Instead, he squeezes his hand.] I don't want to hurt you. [Vanitas has suffered too much already to ever expose him to more pain.]
[He returns the squeeze with one of his own, a chuckle escaping from him as he sits on the bed to start shedding clothes starting from his feet.] Nothing you do to me could be worse than what I've already endured. [Even if it comes with pain, it's something he's prepared to accept in order to help Verso.]
[Verso laughs, a strangled sound, but he sheds his clothing as well. His cock remains at attention as Verso steals glances at Vanitas as he reveals more and more of his skin.] I do not want to be any part of your suffering, mon cœur. [He has been, knows it's all but certain he will be in the future, but where he can, he'd like to be the sanctuary from Vanitas' pain rather than the cause.]
[By now Vanitas has his spats and boots off, and for a change, his gloves follow suit, revealing a scarred arm and the other marked by the original Vanitas' bite. He then moves to rest a clawed hand upon Verso's cheek, regarding him with adoring eyes.] You're too sweet. But I appreciate it. That's why I find you to be a safe haven. [After caressing him for a moment, he steps back to finish undressing, carefully laying his clothes upon the chair back.]
[Vanitas' habit of tidily folding his clothes, even when the activity he's undressing for is sex, always brings a fond smile to Verso's lips. He adores him. When he's a mischievous brat, when he's caught in fear and small, and when he's arrogant and smug, there is no part of Vanitas Verso could bear to lose. The gaze he gives Vanitas in return is just as adoring.]
Then we may be that for each other. [Though Verso always suspects that he benefits the most from their entanglement.]
For a man so invested in fashion, it is remarkable how little you need it. [Though it is rare that he is entirely free of clothing, a concession for Verso's benefit, the both of them laid bare.]
[Always the neatnik, Vanitas is. Not even the allure of getting frisky can deter him from those compulsions, making him grateful Verso is a patient sort. He never rushes him or gets miffed when he needs a moment, instead humoring him and his silly whims. It only makes his heart grow fonder for the older man, his heart becoming more deeply entrenched in their bond.]
I hardly think myself safe, but... if you find me so, then I'm happy. [He's a curse in his own eyes, after all.]
You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were slyly calling me something unflattering. [He teases with a smirk, moving back to hug Verso around the waist while he props his chin up on his chest, a faint rumble of a purr starting in his own.]
[Verso chuckles and clucks under Vanitas' chin before stealing a kiss.] I'm calling you beautiful, with clothes and without. [Which Vanitas surely knew. But vanity is something they have in common and Verso doesn't mind playing to it from time to time.
He strokes absently at the base of Vanitas' tail, trying to raise that purr to its full volume.] You're sure? I won't fault you for changing your mind. Can spend the night like this instead. [Turning Vanitas into a relaxed puddle of a cat. Vanitas can ease his old man worries any time. Perhaps when the next bout of corruption hits.]
[The gesture gets him laughing a bit as well; it's true that sometimes he just wants to hear how much Verso appreciates his looks, considering his self-worth issues.] Good... I'd hate to think you were referring to me as a harlot. [Not that it would be entirely wrong, given what they're doing, but... it'd still hurt.
The noise from Vanitas grows louder with each pet of his tail, which twitches and sways happily.] I'm certain. You've gotten me riled up enough that now I want to satisfy my urges and curiosity. [Meaning he wants to fuck, dammit. Sometimes Verso can be such a tease, tempting him then trying to back out. But Vanitas doesn't let up, instead moving to rub the man's ears.]
[A move which has Verso butting against Vanitas' hands before he realises it, too eager for his touch for thought to get in the way.
But, that's enough hedging, enough pulling away.] Satisfaction? Might be able to provide.
[He fishes a bottle of lube from the drawers beside his bed. Though he knows Vanitas would proceed without it, this is about Verso's comfort. He needs this to be gentle. Or as gentle as it can be with a cock like this. He presses the bottle into Vanitas' hands.] Prepare me?
[Chuckling to himself, Vanitas continues rubbing over Verso's ears, encouraging him further while savoring his reactions both above and below the waist.
At that answer, he smiles sly up at him as the lube is presented to him.] If you insist. Since I know you can provide plenty of satisfaction for me...
[After popping open the bottle, he squeezes out a generous amount and moves to rub it over Verso's cock, using both hands to lube up the overly large appendage. Then, a mischievous glint appears in his eye and he slowly sinks to his knees, allowing him to be at just the right height to lean in and kiss the head of Verso's cock.]
[The shudder that passes through him is made of anticipation, straight from Vanitas' lips, through his cock and into his body.
And the real reason Verso wanted Vanitas to handle the lube, it means he can lace his fingers through Vanitas' hair, smooth it between his fingers, suggesting that Vanitas might do that again.]
[The knowing chuckle that escapes past Vanitas' lips is rather telling; he can feel Verso's need rearing up in the way his hands brush through his hair, earning him another crooning noise as he licks over the edge of his cock's head.]
You like this, huh...? Pity I don't think I can get the entire thing in my mouth...
[Though that doesn't mean he can't kiss it all over, hands still moving to rub lubricant over every inch, including the tip and slit, which he thumbs teasingly.]
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New one is a horse. [Perhaps obvious from the tail, which flicks again.] Changed... [He pulls Vanitas' hips to his. Having the man he loves — a perpetual temptation — so close, his body responds. The sensation of his cock sliding out of its sheath nearly enough to quell his arousal. Nearly.]
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That's not too bad, right? [Or so he thinks, until he's tugged up against Verso's front so that he can feel his cock moving against him. That's enough to make him blush and clutch at Verso's back, allowing him to squirm against the appendage. Which... probably doesn't do anything to satisfy Verso's needs, really. He knows it's only serving to rouse himself further, too.]
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If you can handle it. Horses are... large. [Avoiding his genuine fear by retreating into his usual coping mechanism: tempting Vanitas with a challenge.
Still half sheathed, his new size is obvious through his underwear.]
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[And neither is Verso, it seems, though Vanitas gives his cock a gentle, teasing rub in the hopes of coaxing him out further.]
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[The undaunted lust in Vanitas' gaze does more than his touch to coax Verso from his sheath, his cock seeming to unfold from itself though Verso chooses a distract by way of kissing Vanitas' neck.]
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[The kisses serve to momentarily draw Vanitas' attention, getting him to crane his chin up and to one side in order to better expose his skin. A soft moan escapes from between parted lips as he blindly gropes after Verso's cock, trying to size him up.]
Guess you are a big boy, aren't you...?
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Then we may be that for each other. [Though Verso always suspects that he benefits the most from their entanglement.]
For a man so invested in fashion, it is remarkable how little you need it. [Though it is rare that he is entirely free of clothing, a concession for Verso's benefit, the both of them laid bare.]
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I hardly think myself safe, but... if you find me so, then I'm happy. [He's a curse in his own eyes, after all.]
You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were slyly calling me something unflattering. [He teases with a smirk, moving back to hug Verso around the waist while he props his chin up on his chest, a faint rumble of a purr starting in his own.]
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He strokes absently at the base of Vanitas' tail, trying to raise that purr to its full volume.] You're sure? I won't fault you for changing your mind. Can spend the night like this instead. [Turning Vanitas into a relaxed puddle of a cat. Vanitas can ease his old man worries any time. Perhaps when the next bout of corruption hits.]
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The noise from Vanitas grows louder with each pet of his tail, which twitches and sways happily.] I'm certain. You've gotten me riled up enough that now I want to satisfy my urges and curiosity. [Meaning he wants to fuck, dammit. Sometimes Verso can be such a tease, tempting him then trying to back out. But Vanitas doesn't let up, instead moving to rub the man's ears.]
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But, that's enough hedging, enough pulling away.] Satisfaction? Might be able to provide.
[He fishes a bottle of lube from the drawers beside his bed. Though he knows Vanitas would proceed without it, this is about Verso's comfort. He needs this to be gentle. Or as gentle as it can be with a cock like this. He presses the bottle into Vanitas' hands.] Prepare me?
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At that answer, he smiles sly up at him as the lube is presented to him.] If you insist. Since I know you can provide plenty of satisfaction for me...
[After popping open the bottle, he squeezes out a generous amount and moves to rub it over Verso's cock, using both hands to lube up the overly large appendage. Then, a mischievous glint appears in his eye and he slowly sinks to his knees, allowing him to be at just the right height to lean in and kiss the head of Verso's cock.]
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And the real reason Verso wanted Vanitas to handle the lube, it means he can lace his fingers through Vanitas' hair, smooth it between his fingers, suggesting that Vanitas might do that again.]
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You like this, huh...? Pity I don't think I can get the entire thing in my mouth...
[Though that doesn't mean he can't kiss it all over, hands still moving to rub lubricant over every inch, including the tip and slit, which he thumbs teasingly.]
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