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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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.]