[Soft moans begins to fill the room, fingers clawing at Vanitas' arm. His back arches, head falling back as Vanitas resumes giving attention to the mark. It makes him whine, volume steadily increasing.
A short cry of pleasure rips from his throat when he feels a sudden jolt of pleasure go up his spine.]
V-Vanitas. Vanitas.
[He pleads for something. For more. Always more. For more of his touch. Fore more of him.]
no subject
A short cry of pleasure rips from his throat when he feels a sudden jolt of pleasure go up his spine.]
V-Vanitas. Vanitas.
[He pleads for something. For more. Always more. For more of his touch. Fore more of him.]