bleude | Open Prompt Post & Closed Starters

[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...

But -- [But I haven't helped you? dies at his lips, when the other continues.]

More?

[It's just instinctive, for his arm to raise to let Vanitas get comfortable. For his arm to rest at the other's waist. Probably also in part due to his having been used to sleeping with Domi and Louis. That habit of needing to hold something when he sleeps, now. Noé isn't considering that he'd compare Vanitas to anyone else. Right now, his focus is merely on the other, as he notes the brief frown, but isn't sure if he should ask. He blinks, lips parting slightly in question as Vanitas traces his jaw.]

Indeed. You're old enough to be aware of what all couples typically do together, yes?

[Although perhaps not quite as worldly as is necessary. He certainly wouldn't put it past Noé to be oblivious to sex in and of itself. The guy is remarkably sheltered and innocent. Still, without waiting for an answer, he undoes the ribbon around his waist, having fun by dropping it over Noé's face with a quiet laugh. It gives him an idea: sitting up, he takes the ribbon and slides it behind the vampire's head before securing it over his eyes as a makeshift blindfold.]

There~! Let's have a little bit of fun, shall we?

[Noé will be treated to the sound of rustling fabric as Vanitas continues stripping, removing his pants and undergarments before moving to settle back between the other's legs. Experimentally, he touches one of Noé's bare legs with a finger, tracing a line up it with a clawed glove.]

Well....in theory?

[It isn't exactly something he's actually really seen. But he knows vaguely of the idea. More or less. He just hasn't done any of it himself. He blinks as Vanitas drops the ribbon on his face, but before he could reach to pick it up or something, the other sits up and takes it again. Placing it over his eyes so that all he could see was the ribbon.]

Fun? Huh?

[He hears the fabric, assuming the other was doing something with his clothes, before he feels the finger tracing up his leg. He swallows, trying to keep still despite how sensitive he feels in the aftermath.]

Mmm~ Well, let me teach you, then, mon amour.

[Blind leading the blind here, for sure... But where Vanitas lacks in experience, he makes up for in adventurousness. Getting himself comfortable, he then manipulates Noé's legs so they're bent at the knee and spread wide, exposing the vampire to him. He grins to himself (since it's not like Noé can see it) and scoots closer to prevent any attempts on the other man's part to close his legs. Then he's feeling up around his thighs, gradually moving lower and inward. Like he's deliberately trying to work him up again. (He is.)]

Teach me? But I can't see to learn anything...?

[Which. Was probably the point. At least in part, to make this more amusing for Vanitas, at least. Noé is at least obedient in not immediately trying to take off the ribbon, allowing Vanitas to move and position his legs. He can feel himself getting flustered again as Vanitas feels higher up his thighs, but he tries to stay still once Vanitas repositions him. Unsure just what the other has planned, but not wanting to unintentionally kick him or something by moving unexpectedly.]

...mon amour?

[Already? Vanitas barely knows him yet. Sure, if they're engaged and all, feelings might come, but. That seems rather fast. Still, it isn't like he's really in a position to question it right now.]

You won't need to see for this lesson. Merely allow your body to commit it to memory...

[He sounds awfully cheerful... Which if anyone who knew him heard, they would know to be wary if not outright fearful. Alas, poor Noé hasn't got a clue. Doesn't know the warning signs for Vanitas' mischief coming into play. Once his fingers reach the juncture between thigh and pelvis, he slides them down prod at his ass, experimentally. Seeing how much he'll balk or kick or lash out in general. He's prepared for it, given the guy's inexperience and naivete.]

Too soon? I thought perhaps giving you a pet name would put you at ease, but...

My body?

[He frowns, lips parting as he considers just what the other means by that, distracted and not expecting the prodding there. He tenses, making a noise of surprise at the feeling, initially tensing instinctively. Sure, he has some vague idea of sex and all, but he's still rather inexperienced in what it really looks or feels like, so much. Least of all where it involves two men, at that.

He might initially balk and tense, but he otherwise tries to stay still. More because of not wanting to accidentally kick the other or something than anything else. He tries to focus on the conversation. The other's question.]

A-ah.....mm, maybe? I just wasn't expecting it

Quite so. Just relax and allow me to take care of everything... Give yourself to me...

[He all but croons those words as he leans in to kiss one of Noé's legs, lamenting that the man is far too tall for him to properly make out with him while doing this. Sometimes having an exceedingly attractive lover isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least in the height department. Which is a shame, as he does wish to kiss him more.

Smirking at the way Noé goes rigid beneath his touches, he tries to sound casual and soothing as he prods a little hard, waiting for him to relax enough for him to slip a finger inside him. It seems like going slow was the right call, given how much he seems to be struggling with the concept. Plunging in with his own length likely would resulted in some unpleasant reactions, which isn't the goal here. Pleasure is, naturally.]

Mmm. Fair enough. I can always continue to use your name. It's certainly lovely enough.

[Give yourself to me... he says. As if Vanitas had said some sort of mantra or incantation, it had Noé begin to relax. He takes a breath, frowning and closing his eyes for a brief second under the blindfold as Vanitas continues his ministrations. Maybe it might be concerning how easy this was for Vanitas to get Noé in such a position. But then, he's always been far too trusting. As evidenced by his compliance and obedience to Vanitas thus far.

His lips part for a moment as he bites his lower lip when Vanitas slips a finger inside, but he tries not to tense up again. He's sure that would just make this more difficult, somehow. So he just reminds himself to keep breathing. To keep focusing on Vanitas's voice.]

A-ah....lovely?

[Ah, perfect~ That seems to have worked wonders, much to his delight. It's enough for him to want to reward Noé, and the only way he can think to do so is by pressing kisses up his leg as he scoots down to lay between him again, this time leaning lightly against him. With a heady sigh against his dark skin, he inches his finger inside more easily now that Noé is more receptive and relaxed. Pressing gently at the ring of muscle surrounding, he behaves himself by not being a jerk and simply wiggling his finger inside, but instead slowly pistoning in and out, getting him used to having something moving inside him.]

Indeed. It's a fine name. Simple yet elegant.

A-ahaaaaa. It's not like I can ask.

[Why his parents chose his name. He doesn't even remember them. Anything from before his grandparents found him, he was far too young to recall. All he knows of his clan is merely what others have told him. As much as the vampire tries to focus on the conversation, it isn't like he can not respond to Vanitas's attentions. He tenses, shuddering and still finding himself rather sensitive in the aftermath of what Vanitas had already done. It doesn't take much for him to instinctively rock his hips after a moment of Vanitas's fingers pistoning inside. His fingers clutch at the sheets underneath as he raises one hand to his face. As if he is still somehow insecure even with the blindfold on.]

...I'm sorry.

[For edging on a sensitive subject despite what they're doing. Almost as a means of apology, he carefully inserts a second finger into him, using both to scissor him open this way and that while continuing to press a flurry of kisses along his thigh, lips moving up to dip past his length in order to press at his stomach. Where he knows the pleasure tends to build. Where it all starts to pool when arousal takes hold.

Yet his eyes remain ever on Noé's face, watching him cover it and try to hide his expressions from him, even though it's not difficult to get a bead on just how he's feeling. Overwhelmed, for sure, but hopefully extremely pleasurable, as well. If not, then Vanitas isn't doing a good job.]

It's okay. I don't really remember them....

[He exclaims softly. Of course, there are moments when he wonders about the rest of his clan. But he hadn't really been old enough to remember much, if anything, from so long ago. So it isn't like he gets particularly upset. Not in the same way when he thinks of his grandparents. Or Louis. Losing them when he was old enough to really remember. To carry that guilt and trauma, in Louis's case.

He bites his lip as Vanitas kisses his stomach, unable to see what Vanitas was doing, but feeling it. Feeling his lips, his hair brushing against him as he moves. Unaware that Vanitas was paying particular attention to his face, gasping and his breath hitching when a second finger was added.]

Still...

[It isn't as though his intention is to dredge up bad memories. He wants this to be a pleasant experience, not one tinged with sadness. Doesn't want there to be any negative associations in the future, should they continue down this path together. It's funny, thinking of them as having a "future" together when his goal has always been to flee this place as soon as possible... Though the more he engages with Noé, the more he finds himself wanting to drag the vampire along with him.

Somehow he's gotten a bit attached already, which makes him curse himself as a fool. But he still continues on, regardless. Kissing over the dark skin of his stomach, stretching him bit by bit by adding a third finger and thrusting the set in and out. Until eventually he feels Noé should be loose enough to take him. So he sits up, positioning himself between his legs before slowly pressing his length inside. Taking things slowly should his partner feel overwhelmed.]

It's okay. It isn't like you knew.

[His breath hitches as Vanitas adds another finger still, oblivious to how he was unintentionally already breaking down the other's defenses. Already making Vanitas possibly care and worry about him. He's far too distracted right now to consider something like their future together. Right now, it takes all he can manage to just remember to breathe, as Vanitas shifts to sit up and presses inside of him.

It probably doesn't help that this is his first time. Additionally, he is blindfolded and can't see what Vanitas is doing, making it difficult for him to anticipate anything. Initially, he tenses up at the intrusion. Still, it doesn't stop him from instinctively also welcoming it, his legs spreading a little further, tightening around Vanitas as he slowly enters him. His back arches in response, his lips parting as he cries out, one hand raised to Vanitas's hip. The other still remains near his face, almost but not quite covering his chin and mouth.]

A-aahh...!

True.

[Once just situated inside Noé, he pauses to allow them both to catch their breaths and recover emotionally as well. He knows he needs it rather badly. This idiot of a vampire is affecting him far more than he'd like to admit, both to himself and others. "I'm just using him" is what he has to keep telling himself repeatedly, a reminder to not get attached. Even if he partially knows that it's too late.

With Noé writhing and arching against him, he takes an unsteady breath, struggling with the sensation of tightness around his length and the warmth of being inside someone. It's a sensation unlike anything he's ever imagined, both wonderful and overwhelming all at once. Eventually though, he knows they need to continue, and thus presses onward, getting himself further in until he's completely buried to the hilt. At which point he presses a flurry of kisses to Noé's jaw and cheeks, unable to help himself being affectionate.]

Ah-- D-Damn...

[He needs the pause, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling. The sensation of the other inside of him. It's definitely overwhelming, all the more so when Vanitas presses further inside. His breathing definitely becomes more deliberate, a little faster at that, as the other leans down more to kiss his jaw and cheeks. He can't see to really anticipate anything from Vanitas, but he can feel that the other has leaned down, and his arms raise to wrap around the other's waist, his legs shifting instinctively to spread a little more and raise higher. It's a good thing that there's little chance of anyone coming near this area of the mansion, given how he cries out as Vanitas pushes further in as far as he can, his fingers clutching at the other's back and lightly scratching against the skin.]

Ha-ahh....

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