[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.]
[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.)]
[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...
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[If he wasn't already overwhelmed with warmth and pleasure, he certainly would be after hearing those cries. They're some of the most beautiful noises he's ever had the joy to hear, made all the more so by the fact it's him that's causing Noé to make them. Knowing that he has this kind of power over another, even if right now he's using it for what could be considered a "good" reason - that of making the vampire feel as wonderful as possible. He hums, pleased when Noé opts to hold onto him, taking that as an invitation to start moving in earnest. A slow withdraw to the tip, before steadily pushing back in. Starting up a rhythm that leaves himself breathing hard and panting, too. Though he does hiss lightly at the nice feeling of nails upon his skin, relishing the contrast of cooler air with the hot scrapes.]
[How could the other say that? Barely knowing him yet. Well, he supposes he can't be sure what Vanitas might have heard about him thus far, beyond his name and that he is Teacher's student. But still. They'd barely just met. But he can't really question or protest too much. Not when Vanitas gets going, getting into a rhythm as the vampire relaxes more, welcoming the intrusion as he adjusts to it. Vanitas could probably just guess and imagine that flustered and confused look in his eyes, just based on his brief expression as he asks, before Vanitas thrusts again and he clutches tighter at him.]
[Perhaps it is presumptuous of him to make such a claim, but then, folks are oft apt to get a bit overly dramatic where sex is involved. Especially for a first time. Maybe that's why Vanitas finds himself already getting so damn attached to his partner. Or it could simply be the pleasure speaking for him, clouding his mind and common sense. Either way, he's not sure he cares. All he knows is he wants it to continue, and so he does, able to already picture what Noé's brilliant eyes would look like were they not covered. Grinning to himself, he drags his teeth along the vampire's jaw, nipping and kissing his way up to an ear, which he then latches onto with a canine. His hips never cease, rocking steadily against Noé's until they're both breathing hard.]
Mmm, yes... You're so nice and tight and hot, and handsome to boot...
[He supposes whether he is attractive is subjective. He can't really argue against that if Vanitas finds him desirable. At least, that is what he assumes the other means by 'hot', from vaguely remembering some conversations he's overheard here and there. As for being nice. That's...just how he is, if rather oblivious and dense.
He can't deny that he is also curious about Vanitas. Attracted to him. That much is evident in the way he moves his hips, trying to time his movements with Vanitas's, the soft moan that he emits at Vanitas nipping and kissing him. Or it is just his body instinctively reacting. Sensitive and new to this, as he is. It isn't like he's really overthinking it right now. His head turns as Vanitas makes his way up, and he bites his lower lip as Vanitas latches on to his ear, barely stifling the small noise of surprise.]
[Even if his praise is lost on Noé, he means every word of what he says, both with the meaning he intends and however the vampire chooses to interpret it. Because it's true that his partner is kind and attractive, breathtakingly so. The stark contrast between his dark skin and light hair is a thing of refined beauty, a rare treasure. Vanitas would value him for that alone, were he not also becoming smitten with his stupid innocence.
With them working together to match each other's thrusts, Vanitas can't help gasping and panting as the tension builds in his loins. Yet still he manages to sink his teeth into the soft fleshy lobe of Noé's ear, lightly worrying the thing a bit before sucking at it, hard. Trying to overwhelm his partner with a multitude of sensations as he pistons into the vampire, over and over again, each thrust becoming more forceful and desperate.]
[It isn't like he recalls how his darker skin and lighter hair were a trait from his clan. How obvious it is for those who were aware of the Archiviste. Really, Vanitas was gorgeous in his own right. Small and lithe, with bright blue eyes. He's not sure he's ever seen blue eyes quite that hue, quite that bright. It's only accentuated by the blue of the other's clothes, before he had removed them. Unlike anyone else he'd ever seen. While scarred, his skin was so pale. And Vanitas's hair is the opposite of his. Dark and long. He can feel it at Vanitas's back, as he clings tighter to the other, raising his legs to wrap around Vanitas's waist. Given everything, he doesn't even register that in biting his lip, he'd nicked the lower one. He can't really focus on anything but Vanitas. That pleasure that just keeps building, that feeling in his stomach as he scratches at Vanitas's back and arches his back. Trying to remember to breathe as he hears his name.]
[He hums lightly, reinforcing that comment both verbally and with a suck to his lobe. While not oblivious to his own looks, Vanitas can't help thinking he pales in comparison to the man before him in every way. Strong and muscular, with a physique any sane person would be jealous of. That he's a vampire is slowly moving out of the realm of importance the longer they engage in the intimate act. He finds himself wanting to keep Noé near, and does just that by hugging onto him and moving his lips back to capture his mouth in a deep kiss that shares the tang of blood between them. One interrupted by moans as the other scratches him up good, pleasing him to know he's driving the vampire mad with lust. He goes from merely thrusting to outright pounding into Noé's virgin body, seeking the euphoric rush he knows will come from being driven over the edge.
Finally, he breaks the kiss to gasp for air and answer him.]
Come with me. When I leave this place... stay by my side...
[Noé clings tighter as Vanitas pounds into him, mostly with his arms but also with his legs tightening around the other's waist as well. As if Vanitas needed any more encouragement between that and the moans he emits in between the kisses. The closer he gets to release, the tighter he seems to get around Vanitas, the more instinctively heated he kisses the other. While he may be inexperienced and going by instinct, for all that, he isn't quite as clumsy and fumbling about it as he might have expected. Probably in part because it was harder to feel quite so insecure when he can't see anyway. It only seems to heighten how sensitive he is to Vanitas's touch in response to that lack of sight.
He tries to remember to catch his breath when Vanitas pulls back and speaks.]
[The response comes in a breathless pant as Vanitas revels in how receptive and enthusiastic Noé is to being taken again and again, making him actually feel wanted for the first time in a very long while. Maybe it's beyond the pale to think that when he all but forced himself upon the other man, but... if tender feelings can be cultivated from such an encounter, they surely have in him. And not only because because of the passion with which Noé kisses him, nor clings to him, desperate as well for release. But because this fool, this kind fool, has seemingly accepted him for what he is: a right old bastard. So as he pushes them both towards release, he threads his fingers through Noé's hair, reveling in its softness while he brazenly thrusts into the vampire and - in a spark of inspiration - grasps his length to jerk him off at the same time.]
[....Of course, he's never been and wants to go. Curious as ever. Not that Vanitas yet is aware of how exhausting it would be to take him anywhere. How abysmal his lack of directional awareness is, and how easily he gets distracted. Those sorts of things would take time for Vanitas to pick up on. Though maybe not as long, if Vanitas is expecting that he really knows his way around, even the mansion, all that well. To lead them both outside. While he has been to the mansion off and on, he's far more used to staying with his Teacher, while Domi would return here for most of the year.
Still, for all that this was unexpected and kind of forced on him, that doesn't change that he was rather compliant and enthusiastic despite the circumstances. He gasps, his lips parting in a moan when Vanitas grasps him in hand. As if he weren't already close enough. It's almost too much. Almost too overwhelming as he shudders and his chin rests on Vanitas's shoulder. As if that would muffle his cries. It doesn't. At all. He's already sensitive from Vanitas having helped him just before. So it really wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.]
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[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.]
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[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.)]
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[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.]
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[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...
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[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
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[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.
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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?
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Indeed. It's a fine name. Simple yet elegant.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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...!
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[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...
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Ha-ahh....
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H-Heh... You're so perfect, you know that...?
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[How could the other say that? Barely knowing him yet. Well, he supposes he can't be sure what Vanitas might have heard about him thus far, beyond his name and that he is Teacher's student. But still. They'd barely just met. But he can't really question or protest too much. Not when Vanitas gets going, getting into a rhythm as the vampire relaxes more, welcoming the intrusion as he adjusts to it. Vanitas could probably just guess and imagine that flustered and confused look in his eyes, just based on his brief expression as he asks, before Vanitas thrusts again and he clutches tighter at him.]
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Mmm, yes... You're so nice and tight and hot, and handsome to boot...
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[He supposes whether he is attractive is subjective. He can't really argue against that if Vanitas finds him desirable. At least, that is what he assumes the other means by 'hot', from vaguely remembering some conversations he's overheard here and there. As for being nice. That's...just how he is, if rather oblivious and dense.
He can't deny that he is also curious about Vanitas. Attracted to him. That much is evident in the way he moves his hips, trying to time his movements with Vanitas's, the soft moan that he emits at Vanitas nipping and kissing him. Or it is just his body instinctively reacting. Sensitive and new to this, as he is. It isn't like he's really overthinking it right now. His head turns as Vanitas makes his way up, and he bites his lower lip as Vanitas latches on to his ear, barely stifling the small noise of surprise.]
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[Even if his praise is lost on Noé, he means every word of what he says, both with the meaning he intends and however the vampire chooses to interpret it. Because it's true that his partner is kind and attractive, breathtakingly so. The stark contrast between his dark skin and light hair is a thing of refined beauty, a rare treasure. Vanitas would value him for that alone, were he not also becoming smitten with his stupid innocence.
With them working together to match each other's thrusts, Vanitas can't help gasping and panting as the tension builds in his loins. Yet still he manages to sink his teeth into the soft fleshy lobe of Noé's ear, lightly worrying the thing a bit before sucking at it, hard. Trying to overwhelm his partner with a multitude of sensations as he pistons into the vampire, over and over again, each thrust becoming more forceful and desperate.]
Ugh... Noé...
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[It isn't like he recalls how his darker skin and lighter hair were a trait from his clan. How obvious it is for those who were aware of the Archiviste. Really, Vanitas was gorgeous in his own right. Small and lithe, with bright blue eyes. He's not sure he's ever seen blue eyes quite that hue, quite that bright. It's only accentuated by the blue of the other's clothes, before he had removed them. Unlike anyone else he'd ever seen. While scarred, his skin was so pale. And Vanitas's hair is the opposite of his. Dark and long. He can feel it at Vanitas's back, as he clings tighter to the other, raising his legs to wrap around Vanitas's waist. Given everything, he doesn't even register that in biting his lip, he'd nicked the lower one. He can't really focus on anything but Vanitas. That pleasure that just keeps building, that feeling in his stomach as he scratches at Vanitas's back and arches his back. Trying to remember to breathe as he hears his name.]
Mm?
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[He hums lightly, reinforcing that comment both verbally and with a suck to his lobe. While not oblivious to his own looks, Vanitas can't help thinking he pales in comparison to the man before him in every way. Strong and muscular, with a physique any sane person would be jealous of. That he's a vampire is slowly moving out of the realm of importance the longer they engage in the intimate act. He finds himself wanting to keep Noé near, and does just that by hugging onto him and moving his lips back to capture his mouth in a deep kiss that shares the tang of blood between them. One interrupted by moans as the other scratches him up good, pleasing him to know he's driving the vampire mad with lust. He goes from merely thrusting to outright pounding into Noé's virgin body, seeking the euphoric rush he knows will come from being driven over the edge.
Finally, he breaks the kiss to gasp for air and answer him.]
Come with me. When I leave this place... stay by my side...
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He tries to remember to catch his breath when Vanitas pulls back and speaks.]
Ah? To Paris?
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[The response comes in a breathless pant as Vanitas revels in how receptive and enthusiastic Noé is to being taken again and again, making him actually feel wanted for the first time in a very long while. Maybe it's beyond the pale to think that when he all but forced himself upon the other man, but... if tender feelings can be cultivated from such an encounter, they surely have in him. And not only because because of the passion with which Noé kisses him, nor clings to him, desperate as well for release. But because this fool, this kind fool, has seemingly accepted him for what he is: a right old bastard. So as he pushes them both towards release, he threads his fingers through Noé's hair, reveling in its softness while he brazenly thrusts into the vampire and - in a spark of inspiration - grasps his length to jerk him off at the same time.]
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[....Of course, he's never been and wants to go. Curious as ever. Not that Vanitas yet is aware of how exhausting it would be to take him anywhere. How abysmal his lack of directional awareness is, and how easily he gets distracted. Those sorts of things would take time for Vanitas to pick up on. Though maybe not as long, if Vanitas is expecting that he really knows his way around, even the mansion, all that well. To lead them both outside. While he has been to the mansion off and on, he's far more used to staying with his Teacher, while Domi would return here for most of the year.
Still, for all that this was unexpected and kind of forced on him, that doesn't change that he was rather compliant and enthusiastic despite the circumstances. He gasps, his lips parting in a moan when Vanitas grasps him in hand. As if he weren't already close enough. It's almost too much. Almost too overwhelming as he shudders and his chin rests on Vanitas's shoulder. As if that would muffle his cries. It doesn't. At all. He's already sensitive from Vanitas having helped him just before. So it really wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.]
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