[Those moans and whines are like music to Vanitas's ears, an irresistible call to keep going, keep giving this pleasure to Ventus. It's enough of a pull that the pleading makes him give one more thrust of his fingers before he pulls away. He knows what Ventus wants, and knows what he wants, too.]
[And who is he to deprive his light of the darkness that he begs for?]
[Already he's hard once more, and he lines himself up with Ventus's entrance. Keeping a firm grip on the blonde's hips he pushes forward, letting out a long groan as he feels that warm, tight heat close around him.]
no subject
[And who is he to deprive his light of the darkness that he begs for?]
[Already he's hard once more, and he lines himself up with Ventus's entrance. Keeping a firm grip on the blonde's hips he pushes forward, letting out a long groan as he feels that warm, tight heat close around him.]
Ventus.