[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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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.]