[He hisses out, rocking back against him, trying to buck into his hand again. Ventus can feel himself grow hard again. It's hard not to when all he feels is pleasure and static spreads out through every part of him.
Digging his nails into Vanitas' back, he claws down on the pale skin, this time drawing out blood as he pleads and groans for him.]
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[He hisses out, rocking back against him, trying to buck into his hand again. Ventus can feel himself grow hard again. It's hard not to when all he feels is pleasure and static spreads out through every part of him.
Digging his nails into Vanitas' back, he claws down on the pale skin, this time drawing out blood as he pleads and groans for him.]