[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.]
[Verso grumbles but his heart isn't in it, not when Vanitas has presented him with such an invitation.] Slowly. [Despite his insistence on preparation and taking their time, he's hasty — rough, even — as he grabs Vanitas by his hips and pulls him to line that temptation up with his cock.]
[Feeling Verso's hands upon him has Vanitas squirming and spreading his legs for easier access, breathing coming that little bit faster in anticipation.] D'accord. Though you know I could handle it. [For once during their little trysts, he manages to not simply impale himself on Verso's cock, instead inching backwards bit by bit, until Verso's cock begins pushing past the ring of muscle that signals the beginning of pleasure for them. His head hangs slightly, chin tucked against his chest while his tongue moistens his lips to breath out his lover's name.] Verso...
Vanitas. [He returns his name with voice low, communicating all the need that his answer held back.
His tail flicks, sending the white strands lashing around to strike their hips, and his wings spread wide, what control he has over his animal features lost as he presses inside Vanitas, his slick cock enveloped on all sides. He kisses Vanitas' shoulder, where Verso's favourite scar marks his skin. So familiar to him now, it's his favourite because he has a matching one in the same spot, the same shape. Vanitas' might never grow fond of his scars, but for Verso loving them is a part of loving him — loving all of him.] Can I...? [He lets the question dangle, needing the confirmation before he'll allow himself to go further.]
[Feeling those strands lightly whip over his skin makes him shiver, a reminder of the changes Verso's gone through and all he has to look forward to. His breath hitches as the head of Verso's cock makes its way in, necessitating a conscious effort on his part to relax and allow himself to more easily accept the massive organ. It's helped along by that kiss, tender and sweet, to his scar. Something that used to bring back bad memories, but now he associates it with Verso, making it less hideous in his eyes. There's many others which still cause him grief, but for that one at least, it's gained a happier meaning.] Mmhmm... Please... [He appreciates the care and consideration with which Verso treats him, even if sometimes it makes him feel a touch too delicate. It's just how he shows he cares, after all. But all the same, he presses back against him, a strangled noise rising in his throat.]
[Verso knows Vanitas isn't delicate, knows he can handle whatever anyone throws at him, but Verso wants to let him choose. So much of both their lives was decided for them, the choices taken, and he doesn't want their relationship — precious as it is — to be one of those.
But that doesn't mean he can't take amusement at the undercurrent of exasperation that comes through when Vanitas wants him to quit asking permission and fuck him.
He rumbles in a chuckle as he fucks him open — the lube makes an indelicate squelch where they connect.] As you wish. [While the overall feeling is the same, his size makes each inch he reaches inside him tighter, more sensuous, like he's only ever parted for Verso, like only Verso belongs here.]
[It's such a kind, generous gesture, one that Vanitas might be oblivious to. Or perhaps not, given how perceptive he can be at times. That's probably why he's so insistent on Verso getting down to business and simply taking him. Because he's made his decision, questionable as it might be.
He can feel that amusement through their connection, which only makes his eyes narrow and tail flick eagerly as he tries to simply relax enough to make things easier for them both to start with.
The moment Verso starts moving, though-- he's shivering and moaning softly.] Gods, yes... [It's certainly a familiar sensation, being spread and pushed into. But at the same time, he's being filled so much more, to the point he desperately needs something to hold. So he hugs himself, claws digging into his skin and leaving little pinpricks in their wake as he leans back against Verso to push him in deeper.]
[As careful as he wants to be, as slow as he wants to take things, the way Vanitas angles himself and presses back and down to drive Verso deeper frays his control. And, well, horses are proud animals. And Verso was proud to begin with. Now, with his new natural soul spurring him on, he feels like he should be the only one to satisfy Vanitas — is the only one who can.
He takes one of Vanitas' hands, lacing their fingers together.]
Are you relaxed, mon cœur? [He's teasing, riling him up — as he so likes to be riled — the question bait.]
[It's such a delicious feeling, Verso sliding in home. He's a needy, greedy kitten, one who's just never satisfied, especially when he feels like he's in heat himself, riled up to the point of jerking in place. So that when Verso grasps his hand, he gives it a squeeze and purrs loudly, the rumble in his throat reverberating through the air as he tries to steal a glance at his lover's face.]
I... I am... Mostly. [It's difficult not to clench, to tighten his muscles around Verso's cock, squeeze him and pull him in further all the while shoving himself back until their bodies meet and he can lean against Verso with his head tipped back. A moan escapes him and his legs tremble due to feeling so full.]
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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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His tail flicks, sending the white strands lashing around to strike their hips, and his wings spread wide, what control he has over his animal features lost as he presses inside Vanitas, his slick cock enveloped on all sides. He kisses Vanitas' shoulder, where Verso's favourite scar marks his skin. So familiar to him now, it's his favourite because he has a matching one in the same spot, the same shape. Vanitas' might never grow fond of his scars, but for Verso loving them is a part of loving him — loving all of him.] Can I...? [He lets the question dangle, needing the confirmation before he'll allow himself to go further.]
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But that doesn't mean he can't take amusement at the undercurrent of exasperation that comes through when Vanitas wants him to quit asking permission and fuck him.
He rumbles in a chuckle as he fucks him open — the lube makes an indelicate squelch where they connect.] As you wish. [While the overall feeling is the same, his size makes each inch he reaches inside him tighter, more sensuous, like he's only ever parted for Verso, like only Verso belongs here.]
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He can feel that amusement through their connection, which only makes his eyes narrow and tail flick eagerly as he tries to simply relax enough to make things easier for them both to start with.
The moment Verso starts moving, though-- he's shivering and moaning softly.] Gods, yes... [It's certainly a familiar sensation, being spread and pushed into. But at the same time, he's being filled so much more, to the point he desperately needs something to hold. So he hugs himself, claws digging into his skin and leaving little pinpricks in their wake as he leans back against Verso to push him in deeper.]
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He takes one of Vanitas' hands, lacing their fingers together.]
Are you relaxed, mon cœur? [He's teasing, riling him up — as he so likes to be riled — the question bait.]
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I... I am... Mostly. [It's difficult not to clench, to tighten his muscles around Verso's cock, squeeze him and pull him in further all the while shoving himself back until their bodies meet and he can lean against Verso with his head tipped back. A moan escapes him and his legs tremble due to feeling so full.]