Hnngh... I wish I was... [Because he could use the warmth of Verso's body right about now. And while Verso might be lying to him, Vanitas trusts him enough to believe that he's telling the truth. Besides, why would he lie about this?] I want to feel your rough hands on my chest and cock... Have you jerking me off... [Because those talented fingers do so much more than his own delicate ones, which feel ever so cold in comparison And he knows Verso would massage over his abs, up to pinch a nipple, making him arc upwards - which he does right now on the bed, tail lashing.
His grip on himself tightens and his breathing comes heavier, picturing the way Verso's nipples also grow hard when played with. They're not so different, the two of them, even with the corruption. A keening whine escapes him as he drags a claw over his length, making him jerk.]
[Verso should pull back, find the acceptable line, bring what they're doing back to the grey, but then Vanitas makes that sound, and all other thoughts vanish.]
I'd put my hand on yours, guide you. Make you touch yourself. Soft at first, but then you get impatient, try to rush. [He chuckles, Vanitas is always eager, always rushing.] So I slow you down. Press against you from behind, make you feel how hard I am through that lace, as we move our hands together.
[And Verso imagines it's Vanitas touching him, his slim fingers, delicate from spending so much of his life within his gloves, stroking up his length, tweaking his nipple. When Verso tells him to slow down or wait, he squirms in his lap, just short of a demand that Verso stop toying with him and fill him already.]
[As terrible as it is, the fact that what they're doing isn't right holds some allure in itself. He likes skirting the rules, bucking tradition, and being naughty. Especially when it makes people angry at him. He knows this would get him into so much trouble, and hence can't stop.]
Hnngh... I would, too... Because I want to feel you all the more; my hand is never enough. Because it's not yours, not you. [They both know he's a greedy little glutton for sex, it's true.] Gods, Verso... Your hands always feel so much nicer, so warm and rough... I want you to just take me, like always.
[It's easy to imagine that Verso's callused hand covers his own, making them both move in time with his ragged breaths, which in turn gets him squirming insistently on the bed, tail lashing about eagerly. His fingers curl tighter around his cock, and he tugs harder, desperate for more stimulation. Finally, he flips over on the mattress, ass in the air so he can more easily reach his hole.]
["Like always" stings. This shouldn't be their normal. He should do better. Stick to his guns, force Vanitas to keep his promises. But, sometimes, Verso is weak. No, often Verso is weak. And he loves Vanitas — wants him. He sees how it could have been, if it all played out just that bit differently.]
I would. [His touch on himself grows rough, matching the sounds he hears through the call.] Take you. Push inside you. Hit that spot over, and over.
[Maybe...] Do you have toys? [Vanitas seems to have an infinite amount of money — the kind of money that means he'll supply not one, but two pianos to make Verso happy — but he can be choosy about what he spends it on. If he doesn't, maybe Verso can gift him one: a cock to replace Verso's.]
[Ironic then, that Vanitas revels in this being what their relationship has shaken out to be. He can't help loving it, loving Verso, despite his allergy to the word and the whole concept of romance. The man has been nothing but wonderful to him since that first night, always treating him well... How could he not want to be intimate with him?]
Nngh, gods, Verso... [His keening whine and the grunt that follows betrays his need as he squeezes his cock tight to simulate Verso's firm grip.]
Toys...? Yeah, I do... [Because he's a kinky little shit, although he's still somewhat shy about using them, as is evident from the way his voice grows softer, more curious.] You want me to grab one? [Even as he says that, he breathes a sigh at letting go of his length in order to fetch the dildo from the beside table, along with the lube. Because he knows Verso wouldn't take him without it.]
[Always the stickler, it's true. He just wants Vanitas to be happy and safe, and for him to want those things for himself, to see how possible they are. And maybe, on some level, that's what this is: proving that Verso will still be here for him. If everything turns to shit, if Vanitas ruins his other relationships, Verso will love him with every flaw, with every mistake. Because he loves him. Always.]
You have a selection? [Did Vanitas go through several, trying to find one that felt like Verso after he called a halt to that aspect of their relationship? Perhaps. Might be something to tease him about, along with that shyness.] Go slowly. Give it time, so I can hear you.
[Such unadulterated love is almost foreign to him; he never experienced anything similar before arriving in Karteria, save for the parental love from Luna. This, though, is on a whole other level. It's more intimate, more raw, and he can't help being greedy for it, to the point of getting himself into trouble. Likely what will happen if he's discovered here, talking through sex with Verso, but he can't seem to stop himself. Doesn't want to.]
A few... [Would he ever admit to having tried to seek out one that replicated Verso's girth and length? Hell no-- but it's exactly what he did, trying to sate himself so as not to break his promise. Just like now, as he lubes up the toy and positions it at his entrance, a breathless sigh slipping past his lips.] 'kay... I'm starting now-- [Which should be obvious as his breath is sucked away, replaced by a whimper as he sinks down onto the dildo.]
[They'll both get in trouble — Verso more than Vanitas, most likely. Vincent and Aether teaming up to have him drawn and quartered. He'll get better, but the experience isn't his favourite.]
Slowly, mon amour. Take care with yourself. [Because he would take care with him. Vanitas is precious, and though he grows stronger with all the love that is poured into him, he remains brittle all the same.]
[That's Vanitas' greatest fear anymore: getting Verso into trouble. He doesn't want to see him hurt on account of loving him, of indulging his greedy whims. Even if he is immortal.]
I.. I know... I am. [Which is only half a lie as he drops down the rest of the way, grunting with the effort. Can Verso's wings detect lies through the phone...? He wonders about that, but not for long as he lifts himself up almost all the way off the toy before slamming himself back down again, letting out a cry as he does so.] Fuck, Verso...!
[Perhaps they could if Vanitas was deliberately trying to deceive him, but neither of them has any delusions about Vanitas waiting. Greedy and impatient go hand in hand.
As Vanitas shouts his name, Verso closes his eyes in a silent prayer. Vanitas wouldn't be doing this if anyone was likely to walk in on him... would he? And even if someome did, without Verso there, it will simply look like Vanitas was indulging in the fantasy of an old flame.]
Finish inside you, or on that lovely lace, do you think? [His words are calm, but his tone is breathless, eager, the stroke of his hand on his cock, his fingers on his breast growing uneven, the gestures sloppy as he begins to lose himself to the sensations.]
[And he's certainly both those in spades. Always for Verso, too, it seems.
The Syntrofos by him might be revealing, but aside from that, there's precious little to incriminate him as to what they're doing. Though given Vanitas' love of risk and pissing people off, he probably hasn't even locked the door. And there's nothing to stop Aether from coming through the mirror, either.]
I like it when you finish inside me... [It's said plaintively, with desperation as he raises himself and drops down again and again, trying to hit that spot and being unable to with the same certainty that Verso always manages. It's frustrating enough that he leans forward on his knees and elbows to reach around behind him and thrust the thing in that way, all the while breathing his lover's name.] Versooo....
[The two of them are, as ever, a tumult of bad decisions.]
I like that way, too.
[Bad decisions he will make over and over for Vanitas. At least this time he has the flimsy excuse of the Syntrofos, airing thoughts he planned to keep to himself.] The desperate way you clench— [His hand squeezes over himself, trying to mimic the memory of being inside Vanitas. It doesn't come close.] Like there's nothing in the world you want more. [He should scold him for using his name so plainly, but... he's missed hearing it said in those tones. Though knowing Vanitas, if he did it's all too likely that he'd just say it louder, trying to summon Verso to quiet him himself.]
[Addictive bad decisions, it must be said. Verso's affection is like a drug Vanitas can't get enough of; it makes him delirious with pleasure and warm feelings he's craved for years.]
The way you fill me up... Nothing can compare to it.
[Hearing Verso describe his reactions has him doing just that, whimpers escaping from between parted lips as he tries to pretend the toy inside him is Verso's cock. Sadly, it lacks the warmth and girth and throbbing of the man's length. So instead, he tries to make up for that by thrusting it in harder, faster.] There isn't... I want you so badly... [Pressing his cheek into the mattress, he gets his other hand around his own cock and starts jerking desperately, alternating pleasuring either end of himself with the rocking of his hips.]
[In the back of Verso's mind lie a dozen uncharitable thoughts. Thoughts like "so why did you stop this?" and "glad to know I'm the biggest." But those thoughts are the ones that will rise up later to make him sick of himself, they aren't the ones to dwell on now, not when he can all but taste Vanitas' desire through the call.]
I want to kiss you. Surprise you with it. At your peak, take it from you, feel you say my name against my lips. [His words are something of a babble now, not focusing on their meaning so much as giving Vanitas something to use as he works himself towards orgasm.]
[It's likely Vanitas will have similar thoughts regarding his negation of their relationship, but that would require a sound mind, and right now he's all but lost to lust itself. It's addicting and gratifying, serving to make him feel all kinds of pleasure that he hasn't allowed himself to experience much in his short life.]
Gods... I wanna feel you inside me so bad, having you filling me up, kiss you over and over... I-- I-- [Thumbing over the head of his cock with one hand, he plunges the toy in with reckless abandon, body quivering with too much stimulation and yet not enough. Until finally he manages to hit that spot within himself that Verso always so easily reaches, sending him teetering over the edge with a sob of the man's name.]
[This part is what he wishes he was there for the most. The moments after he comes, where he could stroke him through, ease him down, pull him to his chest as he comes inside him.
Instead, he finishes himself off alone, his hand a poor replacement for Vanitas' ass.] Love you. [He swallows.] Not just... Always. No matter what. [No matter that they shouldn't do this. No matter that Vanitas is once again playing his games with his partners' hearts.]
[The toy inside him is certainly a poor substitute for Verso's warmth and wetness. There's no satisfying feeling of being filled, no arms to wrap around him kindly and keep him close, nor any kisses to ease him through his climax.
There's only his own hand and Verso's voice, though the latter does a fair job of helping him stroke his way through the aftermath, as sinks down onto the bed with a keening whine and a whimper.] V-Verso... I... I adore you, too... [He never can manage the L-word, no matter how hard he tries. And the only consolation is there's no malice behind his actions; he doesn't mean to let things get to this point. They just... sort of happen.]
[Verso chuckles, and the sound is warm and fond. Vanitas might not be able to bring himself to say he loves Verso — or anyone, as far as Verso knows — but that doesn't mean Verso has doubts about the feelings between them. After all, their connection wouldn't feel anywhere near as strong as it does if he didn't love him. So it's love that Verso pushes down their bond, as well as no small amount of amusement.]
This should be the last time. Keep your promise, mon amour. [Today can be... An exception. A release of frustrations, and a proper farewell, prompted by whatever meddlesome force works behind the Syntrofos.]
[He loves that sound so much. By now it's familiar and welcoming, a piece of this world that's become their home. Just like the outpouring of love and affection he feels through their connection, which he tries to send back in spades, wiped as he is from coming. Though the amusement he feels flusters him slightly, causing his face to heat up beyond simple arousal as he stretches languidly and then hugs a pillow tight.]
I know... Even though I'm a filthy hypocrite, I want to try... [Try to be better than his usual miserable self. The version of him which causes trouble for others and himself.] I'll miss you, though.
[Verso sighs, wishing he was there with him, to pull him close and kiss his smile back into place. But that would be a bad idea. This was too far as it is. To be with Vanitas physically... he's already proven himself weak. That might break him.]
You have me. I won't ever leave you. [That's his promise. Not that they will be intimate sexually, but that he has him: different things.] I'll play for you. [Another, acceptable, way to be intimate.]
[Something that Vanitas himself wishes for, too. He misses those big, strong arms, the warmth of Verso's chest against his, along with the kisses he's always gifted with. But he knows that can't be, not if he's to keep his promise and be faithful. If only he weren't so greedy...]
Verso... [He almost chokes up at those words, but manages to swallow down most of the noise of distress he wants to make. To the point he manages a light laugh, drawing his phone closer, as if that'll bring Verso nearer to him, too.] I'd like that very much. And I'll sing for you. [A gift from him.]
[A truly precious gift.] I'd like that. Best make it soon? [When they're apart for more than a day, Verso finds himself aching for him, and his feet take him to the café, to Vanitas' home, to all the places Vanitas is that Verso can't enter, not without breaking the peace.
Stepping away from his bed, Verso carries his Syntrofos with him to his piano. He stretches. He cracks his knuckles. He puts his fingers to keys.
Picking a delicate tune with one hand, he props his Syntrofos on his chest with the other — about the only perk of that part of his corruption. At this hour, his playing will surely have his neighbours complaining yet again, but at least the melody is something like a lullaby.]
You are always welcome with me. [A fact he's sure Vanitas doesn't understand, but he also doesn't need to understand it for it to be the truth. While they're trapped in this world, Vanitas is his family. He is his home.]
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His grip on himself tightens and his breathing comes heavier, picturing the way Verso's nipples also grow hard when played with. They're not so different, the two of them, even with the corruption. A keening whine escapes him as he drags a claw over his length, making him jerk.]
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I'd put my hand on yours, guide you. Make you touch yourself. Soft at first, but then you get impatient, try to rush. [He chuckles, Vanitas is always eager, always rushing.] So I slow you down. Press against you from behind, make you feel how hard I am through that lace, as we move our hands together.
[And Verso imagines it's Vanitas touching him, his slim fingers, delicate from spending so much of his life within his gloves, stroking up his length, tweaking his nipple. When Verso tells him to slow down or wait, he squirms in his lap, just short of a demand that Verso stop toying with him and fill him already.]
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Hnngh... I would, too... Because I want to feel you all the more; my hand is never enough. Because it's not yours, not you. [They both know he's a greedy little glutton for sex, it's true.] Gods, Verso... Your hands always feel so much nicer, so warm and rough... I want you to just take me, like always.
[It's easy to imagine that Verso's callused hand covers his own, making them both move in time with his ragged breaths, which in turn gets him squirming insistently on the bed, tail lashing about eagerly. His fingers curl tighter around his cock, and he tugs harder, desperate for more stimulation. Finally, he flips over on the mattress, ass in the air so he can more easily reach his hole.]
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I would. [His touch on himself grows rough, matching the sounds he hears through the call.] Take you. Push inside you. Hit that spot over, and over.
[Maybe...] Do you have toys? [Vanitas seems to have an infinite amount of money — the kind of money that means he'll supply not one, but two pianos to make Verso happy — but he can be choosy about what he spends it on. If he doesn't, maybe Verso can gift him one: a cock to replace Verso's.]
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Nngh, gods, Verso... [His keening whine and the grunt that follows betrays his need as he squeezes his cock tight to simulate Verso's firm grip.]
Toys...? Yeah, I do... [Because he's a kinky little shit, although he's still somewhat shy about using them, as is evident from the way his voice grows softer, more curious.] You want me to grab one? [Even as he says that, he breathes a sigh at letting go of his length in order to fetch the dildo from the beside table, along with the lube. Because he knows Verso wouldn't take him without it.]
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You have a selection? [Did Vanitas go through several, trying to find one that felt like Verso after he called a halt to that aspect of their relationship? Perhaps. Might be something to tease him about, along with that shyness.] Go slowly. Give it time, so I can hear you.
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A few... [Would he ever admit to having tried to seek out one that replicated Verso's girth and length? Hell no-- but it's exactly what he did, trying to sate himself so as not to break his promise. Just like now, as he lubes up the toy and positions it at his entrance, a breathless sigh slipping past his lips.] 'kay... I'm starting now-- [Which should be obvious as his breath is sucked away, replaced by a whimper as he sinks down onto the dildo.]
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Slowly, mon amour. Take care with yourself. [Because he would take care with him. Vanitas is precious, and though he grows stronger with all the love that is poured into him, he remains brittle all the same.]
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I.. I know... I am. [Which is only half a lie as he drops down the rest of the way, grunting with the effort. Can Verso's wings detect lies through the phone...? He wonders about that, but not for long as he lifts himself up almost all the way off the toy before slamming himself back down again, letting out a cry as he does so.] Fuck, Verso...!
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As Vanitas shouts his name, Verso closes his eyes in a silent prayer. Vanitas wouldn't be doing this if anyone was likely to walk in on him... would he? And even if someome did, without Verso there, it will simply look like Vanitas was indulging in the fantasy of an old flame.]
Finish inside you, or on that lovely lace, do you think? [His words are calm, but his tone is breathless, eager, the stroke of his hand on his cock, his fingers on his breast growing uneven, the gestures sloppy as he begins to lose himself to the sensations.]
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The Syntrofos by him might be revealing, but aside from that, there's precious little to incriminate him as to what they're doing. Though given Vanitas' love of risk and pissing people off, he probably hasn't even locked the door. And there's nothing to stop Aether from coming through the mirror, either.]
I like it when you finish inside me... [It's said plaintively, with desperation as he raises himself and drops down again and again, trying to hit that spot and being unable to with the same certainty that Verso always manages. It's frustrating enough that he leans forward on his knees and elbows to reach around behind him and thrust the thing in that way, all the while breathing his lover's name.] Versooo....
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I like that way, too.
[Bad decisions he will make over and over for Vanitas. At least this time he has the flimsy excuse of the Syntrofos, airing thoughts he planned to keep to himself.] The desperate way you clench— [His hand squeezes over himself, trying to mimic the memory of being inside Vanitas. It doesn't come close.] Like there's nothing in the world you want more. [He should scold him for using his name so plainly, but... he's missed hearing it said in those tones. Though knowing Vanitas, if he did it's all too likely that he'd just say it louder, trying to summon Verso to quiet him himself.]
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The way you fill me up... Nothing can compare to it.
[Hearing Verso describe his reactions has him doing just that, whimpers escaping from between parted lips as he tries to pretend the toy inside him is Verso's cock. Sadly, it lacks the warmth and girth and throbbing of the man's length. So instead, he tries to make up for that by thrusting it in harder, faster.] There isn't... I want you so badly... [Pressing his cheek into the mattress, he gets his other hand around his own cock and starts jerking desperately, alternating pleasuring either end of himself with the rocking of his hips.]
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I want to kiss you. Surprise you with it. At your peak, take it from you, feel you say my name against my lips. [His words are something of a babble now, not focusing on their meaning so much as giving Vanitas something to use as he works himself towards orgasm.]
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Gods... I wanna feel you inside me so bad, having you filling me up, kiss you over and over... I-- I-- [Thumbing over the head of his cock with one hand, he plunges the toy in with reckless abandon, body quivering with too much stimulation and yet not enough. Until finally he manages to hit that spot within himself that Verso always so easily reaches, sending him teetering over the edge with a sob of the man's name.]
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Instead, he finishes himself off alone, his hand a poor replacement for Vanitas' ass.] Love you. [He swallows.] Not just... Always. No matter what. [No matter that they shouldn't do this. No matter that Vanitas is once again playing his games with his partners' hearts.]
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There's only his own hand and Verso's voice, though the latter does a fair job of helping him stroke his way through the aftermath, as sinks down onto the bed with a keening whine and a whimper.] V-Verso... I... I adore you, too... [He never can manage the L-word, no matter how hard he tries. And the only consolation is there's no malice behind his actions; he doesn't mean to let things get to this point. They just... sort of happen.]
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This should be the last time. Keep your promise, mon amour. [Today can be... An exception. A release of frustrations, and a proper farewell, prompted by whatever meddlesome force works behind the Syntrofos.]
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I know... Even though I'm a filthy hypocrite, I want to try... [Try to be better than his usual miserable self. The version of him which causes trouble for others and himself.] I'll miss you, though.
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You have me. I won't ever leave you. [That's his promise. Not that they will be intimate sexually, but that he has him: different things.] I'll play for you. [Another, acceptable, way to be intimate.]
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Verso... [He almost chokes up at those words, but manages to swallow down most of the noise of distress he wants to make. To the point he manages a light laugh, drawing his phone closer, as if that'll bring Verso nearer to him, too.] I'd like that very much. And I'll sing for you. [A gift from him.]
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Stepping away from his bed, Verso carries his Syntrofos with him to his piano. He stretches. He cracks his knuckles. He puts his fingers to keys.
Picking a delicate tune with one hand, he props his Syntrofos on his chest with the other — about the only perk of that part of his corruption. At this hour, his playing will surely have his neighbours complaining yet again, but at least the melody is something like a lullaby.]
You are always welcome with me. [A fact he's sure Vanitas doesn't understand, but he also doesn't need to understand it for it to be the truth. While they're trapped in this world, Vanitas is his family. He is his home.]