[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.]
[For all Vanitas likes to claim he's a lone wolf, there's always been a longing for some kind of companionship. A friend. A lover. Someone who would hate him a little less than he hates himself, maybe even treasure him for all his flaws and contradictions. Certainly he never thought of finding it here, in Atlus, far from the world he grew up in. Even if that someone happens to be a directionally challenged vampire of a long thought dead clan. So far Noé has done nothing but be accepting of him, tolerant and welcoming... It's enough to make him sick. Or cry. One or the other.
Right now though, it's tears of pleasure that dampen his eyes, feeling Noé clamp down on him as he starts jerking his partner off. All the while pounding into him with reckless abandon. He can feel his own release edging ever closer, the tightening of his core as everything begins to turn into one pleasurable blur. Almost affectionately, he bumps his head against Noé's as the other tucks his chin onto his shoulder, breathing hard in his ear. Thumbing the head of his length, he pumps Noé harder, alternating with his more erratic rocking hips.]
[It's just like Noé to instinctively agree to things. Without considering the potential consequences. Without first checking with his Teacher or even Dominique. But he'd always been curious about Paris. Wanted to travel to see more of the world. At least, in a different way than being trafficked as he had been while younger. And at least he wouldn't be alone. Surely that was better than him attempting on his own. Surely he would be allowed?
It doesn't take much more. Before Noé's breathing hitches and his panting get more erratic and faster. Before he feels that now more familiar feeling. Like something building and spreading from his core, that particular area of his stomach. He clings tighter to Vanitas, his legs instinctively also tightening around Vanitas's waist as he finishes. Maybe it isn't too surprising if he did finish first. But at least it seems like Vanitas isn't too far off.]
[Fool that he is, Noé should be more wary of others' intentions, even - or perhaps especially - someone who conned him into sharing his body with them. It's only luck that Vanitas' depravity ends with indulging in sensual pleasures. If Noé would allow him this much, what else would he get himself into? It's a thought that has Vanitas feeling strangely protective of the man beneath him, clutching his quivering form to his chest.
For once Noé tips over that edge, with all his muscles tightening around Vanitas' own length and back, he too is quick to follow. The warmth that's pooled in his loins spreads outward in a rush, like an electric shock that causes him to buck a couple more times before burying himself deep to release. Grunting and panting in equal measure, until he's entirely spent and collapsing against his partner. For a time he merely lays there, breathing hard and listening to Noé's racing heart, his own beating almost in time with it.]
[Noé very well could have ended up in a far worse situation if Vanitas were less generally well-intentioned. It's a wonder that he has remained as sheltered, probably mostly thanks to Dominique and her efforts to keep an eye on him. To threaten anyone who even dared to consider trying anything with her childhood friend. And crush. Not that this idiot is even aware of her feelings towards him.
He sighs, lying and catching his breath for a moment as they both finish. He probably should be more concerned about cleaning up, but he supposes there's no rush, assuming that nobody had heard them and came to check. Or that it was that near to meal times that Vanitas would be brought his food soon. He lies with the doctor, an arm around Vanitas's waist as he shifts to get comfortable some, spent and rather amazed and contented.]
I think I'd like that. Paris! You could tell me all about it. Show me.
[Poor Dominique... Well, at least her friend will be well taken care. Vanitas will see to that. Normally not one to bother with others, he's at least dedicated when he does. Partially out of the goodness of his heart (despite what he says) and partially out of his possessive nature.
It's surprisingly nice, simply laying there basking in the afterglow of climaxing. Messy, sure, but not at all awful. Thankfully there's all they need to clean up by the washstand once they're ready. And Vanitas isn't quite there yet. Despite his eagerness to escape, he's not the sort to have a fling and immediately get up and run about. Instead, he merely catches his breath enough to pull out and flop down beside Noé, nestled up against his side yet draped half across his chest. With one gloved hand, he uses the claws on it to trace little patterns upon the vampire's skin, smiling to himself before he remembers to tug the cloth from Noé's eyes.]
I can and will. There's so many sights, it's enough to make your head spin.
[It's likely that if he weren't so spent and exhausted, needing a moment to catch his breath, that Noé would surely be all but bouncing and dashing off to go to Paris. That much is evident in his excitement in his voice, his enthusiasm even as he lies there with Vanitas for a moment.
He feels the light against his eyes again and takes his time to adjust once Vanitas removes the ribbon, blinking but with a small smile in the aftermath. It might just be the first time, but he isn't against such intimacy again. Not so surprising, given how much of a glutton he is for sweets. It's probably inevitable that he'd likely be the same way once he got accustomed to intimacy like this.]
I've never been. But I'd like that. This was...you're okay?
[Vanitas hadn't seemed to be hurt or anything. Or at least, not seriously. Noé didn't think he'd been too rough, given his strength and speed, his stamina compared to the likes of the mortal lying with him. The scratches on his back aside, anyway. That Vanitas seems to be fine.]
[It's a good thing that even as a human Vanitas was able to somewhat wear Noé out, as he himself needs a bit of time to recover from the exercise. But there's something so charming about that excitement managing to bubble forth from his partner even now. It's... dare he say it, cute. Precious, really.
That smile in particular does something to him that makes his stomach clench, butterflies rising up in the pit of it. So innocent. Such a fool. And he's agreed to come with him. Huh. What a strange turn of fate. Still, that Noé enjoyed himself is a win in Vanitas' book. Nodding, he too smiles softly.]
Then you'll want to experience all it has to offer. Food. Sights. Attractions. ...I'm fine, though. Better than, actually.
[He may have a series of angry red welts lining his back for a week or so, but it's nothing compared to all the scars on his body. And if anything, those are marks he would gladly wear with pride. Proof that he managed to tame a vampire. If one can call it such. (He can.)]
[Is he really all but drooling over the idea of having those delicious sugar laden pastries? Yes. Yes, he is. Of course. Still, at least he’s excited? If still as impulsive and oblivious as ever. Vanitas just might have his work cut out for him dealing with this one.
For his part, the vampire nods, smiling in return as his fingers trace along the other’s back and through his hair that’s not entirely undone but loosened some.]
I’m fine. I just didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.
[So, of course, he had held back some. Hadn’t used his full strength or speed. But it’s good to know he can manage without going too far. Without accidentally injuring Vanitas.]
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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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[For all Vanitas likes to claim he's a lone wolf, there's always been a longing for some kind of companionship. A friend. A lover. Someone who would hate him a little less than he hates himself, maybe even treasure him for all his flaws and contradictions. Certainly he never thought of finding it here, in Atlus, far from the world he grew up in. Even if that someone happens to be a directionally challenged vampire of a long thought dead clan. So far Noé has done nothing but be accepting of him, tolerant and welcoming... It's enough to make him sick. Or cry. One or the other.
Right now though, it's tears of pleasure that dampen his eyes, feeling Noé clamp down on him as he starts jerking his partner off. All the while pounding into him with reckless abandon. He can feel his own release edging ever closer, the tightening of his core as everything begins to turn into one pleasurable blur. Almost affectionately, he bumps his head against Noé's as the other tucks his chin onto his shoulder, breathing hard in his ear. Thumbing the head of his length, he pumps Noé harder, alternating with his more erratic rocking hips.]
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[It's just like Noé to instinctively agree to things. Without considering the potential consequences. Without first checking with his Teacher or even Dominique. But he'd always been curious about Paris. Wanted to travel to see more of the world. At least, in a different way than being trafficked as he had been while younger. And at least he wouldn't be alone. Surely that was better than him attempting on his own. Surely he would be allowed?
It doesn't take much more. Before Noé's breathing hitches and his panting get more erratic and faster. Before he feels that now more familiar feeling. Like something building and spreading from his core, that particular area of his stomach. He clings tighter to Vanitas, his legs instinctively also tightening around Vanitas's waist as he finishes. Maybe it isn't too surprising if he did finish first. But at least it seems like Vanitas isn't too far off.]
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[Fool that he is, Noé should be more wary of others' intentions, even - or perhaps especially - someone who conned him into sharing his body with them. It's only luck that Vanitas' depravity ends with indulging in sensual pleasures. If Noé would allow him this much, what else would he get himself into? It's a thought that has Vanitas feeling strangely protective of the man beneath him, clutching his quivering form to his chest.
For once Noé tips over that edge, with all his muscles tightening around Vanitas' own length and back, he too is quick to follow. The warmth that's pooled in his loins spreads outward in a rush, like an electric shock that causes him to buck a couple more times before burying himself deep to release. Grunting and panting in equal measure, until he's entirely spent and collapsing against his partner. For a time he merely lays there, breathing hard and listening to Noé's racing heart, his own beating almost in time with it.]
Hah... Hah... Ah--
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He sighs, lying and catching his breath for a moment as they both finish. He probably should be more concerned about cleaning up, but he supposes there's no rush, assuming that nobody had heard them and came to check. Or that it was that near to meal times that Vanitas would be brought his food soon. He lies with the doctor, an arm around Vanitas's waist as he shifts to get comfortable some, spent and rather amazed and contented.]
I think I'd like that. Paris! You could tell me all about it. Show me.
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It's surprisingly nice, simply laying there basking in the afterglow of climaxing. Messy, sure, but not at all awful. Thankfully there's all they need to clean up by the washstand once they're ready. And Vanitas isn't quite there yet. Despite his eagerness to escape, he's not the sort to have a fling and immediately get up and run about. Instead, he merely catches his breath enough to pull out and flop down beside Noé, nestled up against his side yet draped half across his chest. With one gloved hand, he uses the claws on it to trace little patterns upon the vampire's skin, smiling to himself before he remembers to tug the cloth from Noé's eyes.]
I can and will. There's so many sights, it's enough to make your head spin.
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He feels the light against his eyes again and takes his time to adjust once Vanitas removes the ribbon, blinking but with a small smile in the aftermath. It might just be the first time, but he isn't against such intimacy again. Not so surprising, given how much of a glutton he is for sweets. It's probably inevitable that he'd likely be the same way once he got accustomed to intimacy like this.]
I've never been. But I'd like that. This was...you're okay?
[Vanitas hadn't seemed to be hurt or anything. Or at least, not seriously. Noé didn't think he'd been too rough, given his strength and speed, his stamina compared to the likes of the mortal lying with him. The scratches on his back aside, anyway. That Vanitas seems to be fine.]
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That smile in particular does something to him that makes his stomach clench, butterflies rising up in the pit of it. So innocent. Such a fool. And he's agreed to come with him. Huh. What a strange turn of fate. Still, that Noé enjoyed himself is a win in Vanitas' book. Nodding, he too smiles softly.]
Then you'll want to experience all it has to offer. Food. Sights. Attractions. ...I'm fine, though. Better than, actually.
[He may have a series of angry red welts lining his back for a week or so, but it's nothing compared to all the scars on his body. And if anything, those are marks he would gladly wear with pride. Proof that he managed to tame a vampire. If one can call it such. (He can.)]
And you? You're alright as well?
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[Is he really all but drooling over the idea of having those delicious sugar laden pastries? Yes. Yes, he is. Of course. Still, at least he’s excited? If still as impulsive and oblivious as ever. Vanitas just might have his work cut out for him dealing with this one.
For his part, the vampire nods, smiling in return as his fingers trace along the other’s back and through his hair that’s not entirely undone but loosened some.]
I’m fine. I just didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.
[So, of course, he had held back some. Hadn’t used his full strength or speed. But it’s good to know he can manage without going too far. Without accidentally injuring Vanitas.]
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