[Each moan and whimper goes straight to Vanitas’s head and his heart, spurring on these new, hungry feelings. He’s the one making Ventus make such sounds, not Sora. He’s the one making him feel these emotions, which Vanitas drinks up like a heady wine.]
[Ventus’s hunger in the kiss makes Vanitas match it, his own kiss growing hungry and demanding. He pressed forward, pinning he blonde to the couch, and lets out a pleased, rumbling hum as Ventus bites his lip. His tongue darts out, pushing its way into Ventus’s mouth.]
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[Ventus’s hunger in the kiss makes Vanitas match it, his own kiss growing hungry and demanding. He pressed forward, pinning he blonde to the couch, and lets out a pleased, rumbling hum as Ventus bites his lip. His tongue darts out, pushing its way into Ventus’s mouth.]