[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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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.]