bleude | Open Prompt Post & Closed Starters

[Very personal business, if the way he's acting is any indication. Though it's no surprise that it goes rather over Noé's head, he can't help but laugh quietly at how damn compliant the vampire is, even going so far as to help undress him. Either he's into it too, or, more likely, he's clueless as to Vanitas' intentions. Oh well. He'll make it perfectly clear in due time. Probably once he gets his hands on where it really counts. If he doesn't get it then, in that case Vanitas may have to call the whole thing off so he doesn't feel gross.]

Hmm... I suppose that all is true. Though I meant what I said about snapping your neck earlier.

[With the top half of his clothes out of the way, he trails both hands over the dark skin of his chest, moving up to trace his collarbone before slipping his fingers around Noé's neck. Like he plans on throttling him, save for the fact he's applying no pressure just yet. Instead, he tenderly massages there, savoring his pulse.]

But I haven't done anything?

[The only harm that had come to Vanitas had been when he'd fed from him. And that had been with Vanitas's permission. Given how seriously the vampire takes that rule, how otherwise it just feels....wrong. Vanitas might need to be rather direct, but eventually, even this idiot should understand. He's rather dense and oblivious, but not entirely so that he doesn't know of such intimacy. In theory, anyway.

There's a pout at his lips before they part when Vanitas's hands go further up to his neck. For some reason, in spite of what Vanitas says, he doesn't make any move to stop him or push him off. Even if he easily could if he wanted to. Unlike Vanitas, his body seems to be unmarked. With no scars or blemishes to reveal the past he had endured.]

[Okay, that gets him laughing, dark and ominously as he bends over Noé to hide his expression, his wicked grin. Moving his hands up from his neck, he traces his jawlines, cupping both cheeks in his hands as he slowly raises his head enough to gaze at the vampire, eyes alight with the fires of contempt.]

You're one of my captors, you realize. Even if you happen to be a pawn, too. You're still a loathsome vampire. I should use you as a bargaining chip to secure my freedom, and maybe I will yet. You seem like the sort who doesn't like others to suffer, am I right?

[Leaning in, he presses another kiss to Noé's lips, lightly nipping at his bottom lip for fun. Even if he's just planning on using the man, he might end up missing this part of his captivity. It's quite nice to have someone to play with, even if they are rather clueless.]

I w - mmph?

[Whatever he had been about to say in response is cut off when Vanitas leans in and kisses him again. The doctor isn't wrong. And Noé had already even named Dominique. So Vanitas knew that the two of them were close. That he could probably use that against Noé to get him to cooperate. As if the vampire wasn't already pretty compliant regardless of that threat, yet. With the way he instinctively returns the kiss even amid a look of confusion at his features. That look in Vanitas's eyes has him tensing underneath the other, his hands at his sides clenching, fingers clutching at the blankets as Murr hisses at seeing Vanitas's hands at his owner's throat, but seems to calm down some when Vanitas raises them to his cheeks.]

Suffer? What do you mean?

[He's curious what all Noé was going to say, but not quite enough so to cease kissing him. He likes doing that far too much to spare some words on it. Honestly, he should be thanking the vampire for being so obliging in every regard, from providing him with information to indulging in his affections to threatening him so openly. At least the cat seems to have some sense of self-preservation on behalf of his master, even if Noé himself lacks any. Cool eyes drift over those soft, refined features of the other's as he strokes a cheek and sighs, parting from the kiss. Not too far, just enough to talk again.]

I can't imagine your diplomats have anything pleasant in store for either of us... If my surmises are right, they'll try to break me in so I'll play their little game. The de Sades in particular are known for their cruel methods...

[Sitting up, he sighs, looking distastefully down at Noé. From there, he scoots back in order to start working on his pants. Sorry if that's a bit forward??]

Break you in? The de - Domi? You mean you think she....no, I - I'll talk to her?

[He immediately offers. Which was probably just what Vanitas had wanted to hear. To take advantage of his friendship with her. To use her to make him cooperate and thus eventually get his freedom. Somehow. Noé's trying to focus on the conversation, confused and evidently upset at any even implied threat to his precious Dominique. That has him barely registering that Vanitas is undoing his pants. Because surely, whatever Vanitas thinks she might do, she wouldn't? As if he really is that oblivious to the all but inevitable chance that she would find out about this and all but kill the human on top of him for even daring to think of what he was currently doing to Noé. As if she wouldn't have come to talk to him about his arranged betrothal to her childhood friend, regardless of any of this.]

[It is precisely what he wants to hear. If he can get Noé vouching on his behalf, then that might lead to Dominique favoring him as well for Noé's sake, which in turn could open even more avenues. He doesn't imagine that it'll lead to his total freedom, but perhaps if nothing else he can bargain to be allowed to wander the estate more. So yes, perhaps he's sabotaging himself by going this far, but... he's always been impulsive and hedonistic. A fool who gets himself into trouble more often than not. It's why he doesn't think twice about slipping Noé's pants down, exposing him as he himself sprawls out between his legs, hands then returning to his hips to knead at the bare skin there.]

Good, good~ And as a thank you, I'll make you feel good, hmm...?

[He and Dominique were far too obviously close for them not to be a glaring weakness of each other's. Then again, even if Noé himself hadn't mentioned her specifically, it wouldn't have taken much for Vanitas to find out, really. Especially when he could easily coach it as wanting to know more about his betrothed, asking about Noé's friends or the like. There's very little, if not nothing, that Noé wouldn't do for Domi. Even the implication that Vanitas would do anything to her has him worked up as it is.

He swallows, well aware of how hot and red his face must be as Vanitas pulls his pants down. If not for Vanitas being in between his legs, he would probably instinctively try to hide, to cover himself. At best, he raises one hand to cover his face as his lips purse briefly.]

You...?

[Just what was Vanitas trying to do, exactly? Noé isn't quite sure. Beyond the obvious of wanting to leave. How he had mentioned Paris. He feels like his head is spinning from it all, trying to piece everything together when Vanitas is stripping off his clothes and all. It isn't like he's never been naked in front of someone before. But it had been a long time since he would have been young enough that he had let Domi play dress up with him, since he had Louis around. He's never felt quite this vulnerable before. Let alone with a human...]

[It's not an ideal position, threatening the childhood friend of his betrothed, but needs must in trying times. You do what you have to, no matter how heinous or immoral. Just like what he's doing now, trying to manipulate Noé for his own gain. He figures if there's any way that's efficient in getting the vampire to heed his wishes, it would be by either making him weak to his advances or shaming him for letting it happen in the first place. He'd much prefer the former, but if it takes the latter, then so be it.

Although there is some truth to how cute Noé is. Enough so that briefly Vanitas considers taking the idiot with him when he leaves. Though that seems the height of foolishness; the guy would only slow him down and cause trouble, undoubtedly, if he didn't just run back to the first vampires he could find to report their escape.]

Mmhmm... Indeed...

[Once Vanitas has both pants and undergarments down, he grasps Noé's length in his hand, smiling serenely, as if he's done this dozens of times. (He hasn't. He's just as inexperienced as the vampire himself, if more knowledgeable on theoretical level.) Gaze turning upwards, he licks his lips before moving in to press a kiss to his head, testing the waters as it were.]

Don't be shy about voicing what you do or don't like.

[Noé doesn't stop the other. As clueless and trusting as he is, it's a wonder that he hasn't ended up in such a situation a long time ago. Which, really, is probably thanks to him being under his Teacher's care, and Dominique likely handling anyone she thinks could even dare to touch him. He's nervous, finding himself only having some vague idea of what to expect as Vanitas strips him entirely.

He bites his lower lip when Vanitas grasps him, feeling the press of lips. It isn't something he had really spent all that much time wondering about. This sort of intimacy. But right about now, he probably wishes he knew more. Had done more. He's well aware of his inexperience and is certain that it would be obvious. He raises a hand to cover his face, as if by avoiding the other's gaze really does anything to lessen how exposed he is.]

Ah....okay?

[It likely is only the saving grace of his friend and teacher that's kept him from being used for such purposes, but... at least there's some affection in Vanitas' heart for his supposed betrothed? It certainly doesn't make it right or fair, but he's at least considerate and gentle in his ministrations, gradually working him up to full mast by stroking him while his lips tease his head. Going slowly so as to allow Noé to become accustomed to the feeling, and for him to express any displeasure or wants of his own, should he have them.]

Heh... You do look so cute like this... I could get used to it.

[Briefly, he darts his tongue out, lapping at his slit to encourage the formation of fluids to aid in his endeavors. Saliva only gets one so far, after all, and he wants this to be as pleasurable as possible for them both, if he can.]

[Noé is glad that the other is taking it slowly. Gradually building him up to this. But he supposes that needs to be done, anyway. Preparing? Right? Still, he isn't entirely able to stifle the sounds that he emits; muffled noises of pleasure start escaping despite himself. It doesn't take him long to instinctively start moving his hips along with Vanitas's stroking and attentions. At least, given how opulent the mansion is, there's probably decent soundproofing to avoid others overhearing.

Because there's definitely a louder moan when Vanitas uses his tongue, his fingers clutching tighter to the blanket with the hand not covering his face. It's impossible to deny that it is pleasurable. That he finds he likes this. Though he can't help some measure of insecurity even as Vanitas tries to reassure him.]

You...huh?

Mmhmm... Quite.

[Never let it be said that Vanitas is completely without mercy or kindness, even if he expresses it in very odd ways. Though he is being rather a bully by instigating this sort of thing without so much as a "may I?" It isn't as though Noé can't defend himself, which Vanitas finds the most intriguing part of all this. If he hated it, then he could stop it in an instant. So... he approves, apparently? Or at least it doesn't occur to him to defend himself. Certainly few if any people will hear them in this far off wing...

For a time Vanitas simply sticks to running his tongue over the head, occasionally dipping low to run around the rim while his hand does the vast majority of the work in pumping him. Though once Noé begins moving in time with him, a wicked grin breaks out over Vanitas' expression and he decides to take it a step further by taking the head of Noé's length into his mouth, making his own pleased noise as he does so.]

[Noé isn't particularly following the conversation at this point. Whether he had really registered what Vanitas had just said might be debatable, given the way he's instinctively trying to move in time with the other. Some part of him might question this whole situation. But not enough to stop Vanitas. To push him away. To grab his clothes and dress, to flee out of the room with Murr.

He doesn't. Because, despite everything, he can't deny that this does feel good. Very good, actually. There's a moan that escapes when Vanitas takes him in his mouth as things progress. His back arches slightly as his head turns to the side, vaguely aware that he just might be accidentally tearing the sheets with how tightly his fingers clutch at them. If he was worked up from fretting about Domi, this isn't exactly doing anything to calm him down. But it is definitely distracting him. Not that it would be difficult to. It is Noé, after all.

But especially when he's so inexperienced, making all of this so new to him. Making him so sensitive to Vanitas's attentions. If nothing else, Noé was always curious and seeking pleasure. Though usually he found it in the form of food, or new sights or experiences. Not quite experiences like this. Vanitas was giving him a whole new kind of experience. A whole new kind of pleasure he hadn't known he had been missing or needed, as he starts to feel it building inside.]

Quite....haaaa.

[No self-preservation instincts, whatsoever, that much Vanitas has learned from their short time together. Perhaps once all is said and done Noé will come to detest him utterly, especially with what he has planned in store for the vampire. Maybe he'll go running to Dominique and she'll in turn come to kill him. He doesn't find he minds the notion much. It's preferable to living in the confines of a gilded prison for the remainder of his natural life.

Though perhaps pleasuring Noé for years wouldn't be so bad... He's such a musical sort, giving him all kinds of delicious noises as he writhes about on the bed, fingers flexing and hips undulating in time with his efforts. Still, he's determined to make it even better than this. To really send Noé for a loop with what limited knowledge he has, making him a slave to pleasure if only for a while.

Dipping his head lower, he takes more of his length into his mouth, tongue pressing along the underside, warm and wet while Noé continues leaking some of that salty fluid Vanitas has been angling for. It helps coat his tongue and mouth and, when he swallows around him, his throat. Oh yes, he's going to go for it alright - fingers glide over his exposed skin, while more of him disappears down Vanitas' throat, where he swallows around his head. He has to breathe through his nose, but... it's fine. He can handle it.]

Mmmm...

A-aaah...!

[Noé gives up trying to make sense of Vanitas. What the other has planned. It's not like he is in any state to really think too much about anything else right now. Anything other than Vanitas's attentions. The feeling of his tongue on him. The way his fingers grip and stroke him. It seems like just when he thinks he's adjusting and getting used to riding the waves of pleasure that shoot through him, Vanitas goes further.

He's hardly able to really restrain himself from just giving in. Allowing Vanitas to continue. If nothing else, Noé was rather a glutton for sweets or anything else he enjoyed. Given time, he might be rather the same about intimacy. If Vanitas were to stay long enough, or at least take the vampire with him, if not. Noé isn't quite sure exactly what the other is planning, but right now it hardly matters. He doesn't seem to notice the side-eye that Murr gives to Vanitas before the cat turns and licks at his paws, tail shifting and almost knocking the bedside lamp over. It's only after that when Noé finally removes his hand from his face, lowering it down next to his head on the pillow as he tries to remember to breathe under Vanitas's attention.]

[If making Noé delirious with pleasure was the goal (and in fact it rather is), then it seems like it's mission accomplished. Certainly he's gone beyond simply getting the other man in his thrall, because he could have done that with words alone given Noé's innocent and trusting nature. Instead, Vanitas has chosen a path of intimacy, of pleasure to woo his betrothed into submission.

And submit, he is doing. Beautifully so. With gaze locked upon the vampire's face, Vanitas continues taking more and more of him into his mouth, until he's all but swallowed him whole. His jaw aches and his throat burns, and breathing is difficult, but he manages, swallowing around Noé's length while his hand repeatedly strokes what little remains outside. His other hand kneads at one of his thighs, helping to keep his legs open. Murr's displeasure goes completely unnoticed with Vanitas focused solely on his partner, head bobbing at a luxurious pace. Slow enough to make him squirm, but not such that it's more tease than pleasure. It's good that Noé himself remembers to breath, as he can't get any reminders from his partner...]

[Somehow, part of him wonders if this is merely just the start. Even just this much is really quite more than enough for Noé to handle. He might well have instinctively tried to close his legs if Vanitas wasn't in between them, hand at his thigh. It's almost already overwhelming. The heat from his mouth. The stroking as well, in combination, makes him all but squirm already. He already feels that pleasure, that pressure starting to build. Instinctively, he reaches down with one hand at Vanitas's head, fingers gently clutching at his darker hair. He's not sure if he wants more of this or for it to stop before it really feels too much. Instinctively, his hips keep moving, trying to time thrusting with the same pace as Vanitas.

It isn't like it takes much. Noé is already rather compliant when he isn't being stubborn about something. So it's rather easy to get him to submit to Vanitas. To the pleasure running through him, feeling better than anything he had felt before. Even as he is sure there is more to come. His breathing changes, heavier and quicker as his eyes close. As if that would stop the flushed, warm feeling of his cheeks. As if closing his eyes would stop the image of Vanitas from being all but burned into his mind and subconscious.]

[It's rather cruel, forcing all this upon such an innocent and pure soul, but then Vanitas has always been something of a shoulder devil, whispering blasphemous sweet nothings to get what he wants. This is no different, watching Noé squirm and writhe through the mounting pleasure, taking sick delight in breaking down an uncorrupted person for his own amusement and purposes. Even going so far as to lightly scrape his length with his teeth, dragging him almost from his mouth before plunging him back into the hot wetness. It also doesn't help that his tongue continues applying pliant pressure from beneath, milking him of precum and filling Vanitas' mouth with a salty, slightly bitter tang.

Yet there's still more he could do. Could tease him at his entrance, if he was really evil. Drive him completely batshit insane with overwhelming sensations... But no, he decides to have some mercy for now, instead focusing his attention on carefully cradling all of him with his free hand as he picks up speed and increases the pressure with which he sucks, determined to bring Noé to completion so he can see the wonderful expression that'll come with his peak, the hand in his hair and the vampire's heavy breathing encouraging him onward.]

[Noé might be aware, in theory, that there are far more intimate acts Vanitas could do. Could teach him. But for now, even just this is enough. More than enough to distract him and keep him in place. Keeping his attention wholly on Vanitas and that rising pleasure, that pressure that continues to build inside.

His fingers in Vanitas's hair clutch a little tighter despite his reluctance to be too rough, to potentially hurt the other, as he grunts with the increased speed. His breath hitches as Vanitas scrapes with his teeth, the pressure. He moans, his hand keeping Vanitas's head in place more securely as he thrusts, harder and faster as he feels that pressure rising further. Even with his stamina as a vampire, it isn't too long before he can tell that he's about to finish. He isn't sure if he should probably tell the other. As if Vanitas can't likely already tell, that this is likely only encouraging him further.]

A-ah....Van- Vanitas....

[It's something he'll have to teach him eventually, should this little fiasco not get him executed on the spot for violating the Comte's precious, precious student. Although given they're meant to marry, isn't this precisely what they should be doing with each other...? Vanitas isn't sure, and certainly doesn't care by this point, leaning into his hedonistic tendencies in full force.

Relishing the slight sting that comes from having his hair gripped tighter, Vanitas grunts softly and sucks hard on Noé's arousal, determined to show his own pleasure in return. That this isn't just about the vampire, but him, too. It's about both of them getting tangled in the throes of pleasure and riding that indulgent high. Even without Noé's warning, he has a sense that the other is approaching his limit just by the increased thrusts and vocalizations, and thus puts all his force behind sending him over the edge by taking him deep into his throat and sucking hard, giving his thigh an encouraging squeeze to signal that he's ready for whatever Noé has to give him.]

Mmm...

V-Vanitas...I....a-ah....

[He is aware this sort of thing is expected with couples. Especially where marriage is involved. Noé just hasn't experienced it himself yet. Up till now. It isn't like he had never done something like this. Just...not with anyone else involved before. Maybe he should be more ashamed, more concerned about being so vulnerable. But if they are to marry, it isn't like this wouldn't be expected of them? Right? Eventually. So they might as well get used to it? Even as he thinks that, part of him wonders why he's even trying to rationalize allowing this. But he can't deny that it feels amazing.

He cries out and gasps as Vanitas takes him deep into his throat, shuddering as he finally finishes. His back arches for a moment before he slumps down again, a hand raising to cover his eyes as he pants and catches his breath, his hand at Vanitas's head lowering to his side.]

Haa....wow....

Hmhmm~

[For all of Noé's vocalizations, all Vanitas can do is hum appreciatively, encouraging him to cut loose and be free if just this once. Not that he hopes this will be the only time they do this, oh no. He already quite likes having the vampire at his mercy, surrendering to pleasure and him in equal measure. He's not only cute, but handsome as well; as fine a partner as anyone could ask for physically, even if he's a touch on the naive side. Nobody's perfect, after all, though perhaps some come closer than others...

As Noé finally pours forth into the depths of Vanitas throat, he chokes a bit, coughing slightly before managing to swallow it all with some effort. He's never done this before either, thus lacks the experience necessary to keep completely composed. But all in all, they both managed quite well, he feels. Gradually, he pulls back enough until Noe's length pops out of his mouth with a lewd noise, and Vanitas can't resist giving the tip a kiss, a smile playing at his lips.]

Mmm, good, huh?

[His voice is a little hoarse from the effort, but he wipes at the back of his mouth with a hand before crawling up to lay beside Noé, draping an arm across his hips and hugging him close. Close enough to feel his own arousal.]

Yes. I just....need a moment.

[He's still rather sensitive as Vanitas finishes and pulls back from him and crawls up to join him. Noé has nothing else to compare it to, but. It was rather good. It had felt amazing. He wouldn't have known to compare if it was a little clumsy or anything, anyway. To him, it seemed like it had been fine. More than fine.

He shifts, raising an arm when Vanitas crawls up next to him to let the other in close. Just taking a moment to catch his breath, feeling his heart hammering away in his chest from the adrenaline. The intense wave of pleasure dissipates as he starts to calm down somewhat. His arm wraps around Vanitas's waist as the other hugs him close, his eyes initially shut and covered by his other hand, before he feels the other probably also needs attention. He lowers his arm, violet eyes glancing over to the other through his mess of light hair.]

Ah, what about you...?

[One of the benefits of taming a virgin, Vanitas supposes, is that you're not compared to anything else. Hopefully he's set the standard for which Noé will always compare any future encounters with. ...although the thought of potentially having to share the vampire suddenly makes his blood boil. Tch... He's already getting attached. Foolishness... Briefly a frown crosses his features as he silently fumes at his non-existent rivals, though he forces it away in short order.

He can't help feeling a bubbling of warmth as Noé's arm comes to settle on his own waist, confusing him as to the foreign sensation. Some kind of affection, perhaps...? Though why he feels such for someone who is essentially a tool in his escape plans, he doesn't know. Still, he finds himself craving more from the vampire, not that he wants to completely overwhelm the poor fellow on the first day. So he shakes his head, reaching out to trace Noé's jaw with a couple fingers.]

I'm fine. [If being hard as hell counts as "fine."] I mean, unless you're up for more...

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject