[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.]
Like you. [Said to ruffle Vanitas, and perhaps stroke his ego, just a little. But his playful tone is carried away as Vanitas redoubles his efforts.
Either because it's new or because it's... this, his cock is sensitive and Vanitas seems to find every nerve-ending and set it aching, its tip leaking and mixing with the lube. His reservations are still there, but, with Vanitas seeming to delight just in the taste of it, he relaxes, and his cock throbs for even more of Vanitas. ]
Me, huh... [That definitely puffs him up, making his cheeks redden with delight and encouraging him to indulge himself further.
It's so easy to note the way in which Verso is getting worked up, especially when Vanitas' tongue runs over the head, lapping up the precum and lube alike without worry much about it. One of his hands sinks lower to fondle his sack, hoping to encourage even more fluid from him as he alternates kisses with glides of his tongue.]
[Verso is helpless to stop his body from responding to the attention. It responds eagerly, to every kiss, to every touch, seeming to twitch into his grip, press toward his lips. Though that might be the rock of Verso's hips, stuttering towards him.
Verso hasn't given too much attention to his balls — too busy focusing on the meat, as it were — but they're changed too, larger, heavier, fuller, seeming more exposed with the new configuration of his cock. But that doesn't stop Vanitas.]
You can't want this. [His voice is rough, but contains a note of awe, because he knows Vanitas does want it. The kid is adventurous bordering on depraved. And Verso aches for him, wants to fill every one of his outlandish desires some day, only drawing the line at fucking while shifted. And even that line... he could be persuaded, though only by Vanitas.]
[All the change in size means to Vanitas is that he'll get to experience even more fullness when he gets Verso's cock inside him and makes the man come. Something that leaves him shivering in anticipation as he lightly rakes his teeth over the length between his hands.
With his fingers squeezing and rubbing along the slicked skin, he kisses his way down towards the base before going up again to the tip, where he licks greedily at the fluid dribbling from Verso' tip. It's a salty, tangy flavor, yet one he's come to relish with no small amount of joy.]
Hmm...? Why not? It's you, isn't it? Besides... I like doing unconventional things. [Like announcing himself at a ball for vampires who want to kill him, or kissing the enemy. And it's hard to get more unconventional than that of an animal cock. A fact which only seems to amuse Vanitas as he slyly glances up at Verso. Finally, he stands and turns around, watching the older man over his shoulder.] You want it, don't you?
[While there are plenty of topics with which Verso can go toe-to-toe with Vanitas — fighting, affection, goading — shameless lust is where he falls behind. So, he blushes, and makes an embarrassing, indistinct noise in the back of his throat.] Perhaps. [His — very, very large — cock, throbbing with need in Vanitas' grip, is the answer to that question.]
[Seeing Verso flustered so is always a delicious delight, one Vanitas revels in without mercy. He also gives no quarter in riling his partner up, always hoping to incite a reaction out of him like he so often does with other people.] Then perhaps you can do something about it, hmm? [His tail flicks teasingly out of the way, like a beckoning finger trying to entice Verso into giving in to pleasure.]
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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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Either because it's new or because it's... this, his cock is sensitive and Vanitas seems to find every nerve-ending and set it aching, its tip leaking and mixing with the lube. His reservations are still there, but, with Vanitas seeming to delight just in the taste of it, he relaxes, and his cock throbs for even more of Vanitas. ]
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It's so easy to note the way in which Verso is getting worked up, especially when Vanitas' tongue runs over the head, lapping up the precum and lube alike without worry much about it. One of his hands sinks lower to fondle his sack, hoping to encourage even more fluid from him as he alternates kisses with glides of his tongue.]
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Verso hasn't given too much attention to his balls — too busy focusing on the meat, as it were — but they're changed too, larger, heavier, fuller, seeming more exposed with the new configuration of his cock. But that doesn't stop Vanitas.]
You can't want this. [His voice is rough, but contains a note of awe, because he knows Vanitas does want it. The kid is adventurous bordering on depraved. And Verso aches for him, wants to fill every one of his outlandish desires some day, only drawing the line at fucking while shifted. And even that line... he could be persuaded, though only by Vanitas.]
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With his fingers squeezing and rubbing along the slicked skin, he kisses his way down towards the base before going up again to the tip, where he licks greedily at the fluid dribbling from Verso' tip. It's a salty, tangy flavor, yet one he's come to relish with no small amount of joy.]
Hmm...? Why not? It's you, isn't it? Besides... I like doing unconventional things. [Like announcing himself at a ball for vampires who want to kill him, or kissing the enemy. And it's hard to get more unconventional than that of an animal cock. A fact which only seems to amuse Vanitas as he slyly glances up at Verso. Finally, he stands and turns around, watching the older man over his shoulder.] You want it, don't you?
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