[Ventus doesn’t mind the tight grip in his hair or the other hand clawing into his back. The pain just makes the pleasure that much more profound and he’s reveling in it. Hearing Vanitas moan from him just makes him harder and he groans even deeper around him.
Reaching down, he tugs down his own pants to stroke himself as he focuses on Vanitas. He pays attention to the tip, tongue lapping up the precum and he shudders at the taste of it.
At the taste of Vanitas.
Delicious. So delicious. Like he’s always thought. It makes him swallow him whole again, eager now to make Vanitas spill into his mouth.]
[He hears Ventus's groan as much as he feels it, causing him to leak even more. He feels something building. Getting closer, and closer... to what? He trembles as he feels it get closer, but he wants to chase it for as long as he can.]
Ven..!
[Does Ventus know what he's doing to him? He feels too much and not enough at the same time. His breathing gets louder, and he can feel himself throbbing in Ventus's mouth. Each time Vents slides up and down him, he feels that heat building, building, building until...]
Ngh!
[His grip tightens, and his nails rake across Ventus's back. He bucks up as much as he can as that feeling inside of him snaps, a strangled groan tearing from him as he comes. His eyes squeeze shut as he rides out the feeling, completely overwhelmed.]
[Ventus swallows around him when Vanitas spills, but he’s forced to pull back when it becomes too much for him. He coughs a bit, wiping his mouth and cheek where some of it had gotten on his face.
He sits back on his heels, looking pleased with himself that he’s gotten Vanitas to this point. His eyes rake over his form and he can just feel a bubble of satisfaction form in his stomach. He licks his lips, shuddering as he strokes himself just from the sight of his darkness alone.]
[Vanitas lets out a small noise not unlike a whine when Ventus pulls off of him, and he sags against the couch. His chest heaves from his panting, and for a moment he simply lays there, basking in the afterglow.]
[His head is spinning, and his whole body feels warm. Heated, like he's sitting under a bright light. Needing a moment to collect himself, he looks up at Ventus, eyes half-lidded and face flushed. His eyes are glassy, and the green has spread, taking over two-thirds of his pupils now.]
[His eyes flick to Ventus's hand, sees him stroking himself, and he can't stop the groan from escaping him. He feels like he's just run a marathon, but seeing how hard Ventus is makes his length twitch, desire beginning to set his nerves afire once more.]
[ventus whines, twisting his hand around himself in a way that makes his toes curl.
Seeing Vanitas watching him sets his body on fire. His face is flushed, teeth gnawing down on his bottom lip as he continues to work himself. It's something he's done often before. Entertaining himself with thoughts of Vanitas and being able to make him come undone. But seeing those golden-green eyes watching him makes his heart race, a desire to keep those eyes on him at all times.
He has to brace himself back on one hand, a low whine slipping from himself as he feels himself beginning to reach his peak.]
[Watching Ventus work himself, squirming and writhing in his own personal pleasure, makes the tiredness Vanitas feels vanish. And that whine of his name sends a jolt right through him, like a siren's call pulling him to action. With a final breath he grips at the back of the couch for support as he pulls himself up and towards Ventus.]
[He dives in to kiss him again, hungry and desperate, while his free hand moves down to join Ventus's. He wraps his fingers around Ventus's, helping to squeeze Ven's hand around his length. He manages to pull away just long enough to smirk.]
Having too much fun without me.
[He dives for Ventus's neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as he helps Ventus stroke himself.]
[Ventus' breath hitches when he feels Vanitas' hand on him too and it just makes his toes curl.
His head falls back, another moan slipping out as his hips begins to push into their hands.]
V-Vani. Please.
[He's not above begging if it means keeping Vanitas' hands on him. Having his body press against his. Like this, with how close they are, he can feel that Vanitas is excited again and he...he wants more. This isn't enough. He needs more of the darkness that's been chasing him.
Reaching to take Vanitas' other hand, he lifts the fingers up to his mouth, lips wrapping around the first finger. He tries not to bite down on it as Vanitas attacks his neck, trying to focus more on wetting his fingers to prepare him for what's next.]
[Oh, that begging. Ventus can probably feel the way it makes him have a full-body shudder, and how he grips Ventus's shaft tighter, make that latest nip harder. He loves it. He loves hearing Ventus beg, and it makes him want more.]
[His eyes flick up to Ventus's face, watching him lick his finger. It curls in Ventus's mouth, but he doesn't pull it away. He wants to see how Ventus guides him, wants to see what he's doing... and wants to learn how to make him beg for more once he knows what Ventus wants.]
[Ventus is happy to teach Vanitas. Teach him all the things.
His tongue curls around his finger, sucking on it wetly as his eyes meets Vanitas'. After a few seconds, he pulls back and directs the finger downwards to his entrance. He tilts his hips up enough so that he can press Vanitas' finger against it, drawing a low hiss from him at the feeling.]
[Vanitas watches Ventus guide him, watching his expression as Ventus brings his finger to his entrance. Ah... this is how. This is what Ventus wants.]
[He wastes no time pushing in with his finger, the slickness helping ease it in. He pushes it in as far as he can, curling it within him and feeling that warm tightness around it. His eyes flick up to Ventus's expression, watching as he pulls his finger out slightly, only to push it back in again.]
[He takes a deep breath at the initial push, but it's nothing that bothers him.
Ventus can take much more of this.
His face is red, lips parted as he gasps for air. He begins to push back against the finger, his breathing hitched as he tries to encourage Vanitas to put another finger in him.]
[Vanitas doesn't need much encouragement after the first initial reaction. He pumps his finger in a couple more times before he works in a second, curling and scissoring them within Ventus as he works him open, pulls the taut muscle looser. It's lovely, seeing Ventus so worked up and panting for more like this.]
[And he's the one who's doing it. No one else. He wouldn't allow anyone else to even think of trying.]
[He licks his lips before moving in, licking at the mark on Ventus's neck once again. While he gives that spot attention, he sneaks in a third finger.]
[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.]
[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.]
[He's bigger than fingers could ever be. Something satisfied rumbles in his chest like a sated purr. Finally, finally he has Vanitas where he wants him. He has his darkness in his hands and like this, it feels like they're connected. So much more connected than just their hearts reaching out together.
His back arches and he tears through his bottom lip from biting it so hard, causing blood to bead on the surface. Not that he pays too much attention to it as he wraps his legs around Vanitas' waist, drawing him closer to him, bringing him in deeper. He gasps softly, relishing in the feeling of Vanitas being inside of him.]
[The sudden pull of Ventus's legs around him, drawing him in deeper, makes him grunt, a surprised moan being pulled from him. It's enough to bury himself to the hilt inside of Ventus, his nails leaving angry red furrows in Ventus's hips at the suddenness of it all.]
[All he can do for a few seconds is pant, overwhelmed by feeling once again. This felt so much better than Ventus's mouth, and his heart throbbed almost painfully in delight. This... this kind of connection seemed to run deeper than he'd ever felt before, even including when their hearts had been briefly merged. He feels so close to Ventus, both in body and in heart. This was the connection he yearned for.]
[This was what it felt to be connected. Completed.]
[He brings a shaky hand up to Ventus's jaw, almost reverent in his expression and movements, before he dives in, kissing Ventus once more. He can taste the blood on Ventus's lips and he laps it up, before diving his tongue into Ventus's mouth. He begins to rock his hips, pulling out and groaning into Ventus's mouth as he pushes back in. And does it again, and again.]
[Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. They're one and the same and Ventus can't help but fall in love with it.
It feels so wonderful having Vanitas inside of him, moving inside of him. Claiming him in a way that no one else can and through this, Vanitas is claimed by him as well. This is a deeper connection than what Vanitas could ever hope for. This was what he longed for so desperately once he realized how far he was willing to go when he sought Vanitas out this time instead of the other way around.
He groans into the kiss as he returns it, tongue rising up to meet the other's. His legs tightens around him, heels practically digging into Vanitas while his arms comes up to wrap around him.
More pleasure shoots up and down his spine when Vanitas hits that spot inside of him again, back arching as he claws down his back. He was already about to reach his peak when Vanitas touched him earlier, huffing and panting. Ventus cries out his name as he finally ends up reaching his release, spilling between them and moaning loudly.]
[The connection he feels like this is more than just physical. He feels it deep in his heart, his mind abuzz and his nerves afire. This is what he wanted. No one could lay a claim on Ventus the way he has, and no one would ever consider Vanitas replaceable. He feels so full of emotion that he could drown.]
[He'd gladly hand over everything to Ventus if he could keep this connection.]
[Wetness explodes up onto his stomach and Ventus's cries surround him, but he doesn't stop. Ventus may have hit his peak, but he was still hungry, still yearning for his light. As Ventus rode out his release Vanitas fucks him through it, not stopping as he seeks out more. More of Ventus's cries, of his attention, of his affections. He wants more. He needs more. He needs whatever Ventus will give him, and he'll give Ventus anything he wants to get it.]
[He wonders briefly if he woke something up inside of Vanitas. Not that he minds really.
Ventus can only cling onto him as Vanitas continues to fuck him, head thrown back as long and loud moans continue to fill the room. He can feel his darkness continue to hit that spot inside of him, steadily wrecking him from the inside. He grips dark hair tightly, almost yanking on it the longer Vanitas continues to thrust inside of him.]
[Something was awoken inside of him, even if Vanitas doesn’t realize it or understand it. He’s not in a state to question such things, though. Not when he’s busy chasing this feeling.]
[He keeps his thrusts hard, desperate, feeling the way Ventus arches and cries beneath him. He aims for that spot that seems to wreck him, making sure to feed him just as much feeling as he’s feeling within him. That grip in his hair only spurs him on, any sort of wince of pain obscured by his steady grunts and groans.]
[He feels that peak building within him again, slowly creating again. He reaches between them, finding Ventus’s length and roughly stroking it.]
[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.]
[Each gasp and groan is a plea, a silent prayer for more. Ventus is all he feels right now, all he can focus on. Each scratch, each drop of blood drawn and hair tugged only sharpens that focus. He's greedy and hungry for more of his light, and wants to show Ventus just how much he wants from him.]
[He pumps Ven's shaft harder, nails occasionally scraping along the sensitive skin as he does. His thrusts grow in speed, and he feels himself throb deep within Ventus.]
Ven, I..!
[He's not going to last much longer, he can feel it. But he wants to drag Ventus with him.]
[His legs tightens even more around Vanitas, a low keening sound escaping from him.]
V-Vani, p-please, I—
[Come inside of him. Claim him in a way that no one else can. No one else would dare to. Become his and realize that this is where you’ve belonged this entire time. That the only person you’ll ever hunger for is him. Make yourself realize what Ventus has this entire time.
They belong to each other.
They can’t let anyone else get in the way of that connection, of this act only between the two of them.
Ventus ends up spilling between them again, leaning forward to bite Vanitas hard on the neck that it breaks skin and draws out blood.]
[It's all too much. The pleas, the keening cries, the silent order that, somewhere deep inside his heart, he knows he must follow. That need for connection, the knowledge that no one else will ever claim Ventus the way he has, is just within his grasp. He yearns for it. His heart begs for it.]
[Feeling Ventus spill in his hand once more, and feeling Ventus bite him so hard, it's enough to push him over the edge. He cries out desperately, his hips bucking sharply as he releases deep within Ventus. He groans, long and deep, eyes closing and feeling his heart swell with feeling as he rides out his release.]
[A soft moan escapes when he feels Vanitas’ release inside of him, spilling inside of him and some of it even managing to leak out.
It’s a nice feeling.
He relaxes his grip on him for a moment, panting hard as he tries to catch his breath. He runs his fingers through Vanitas’ hair, unable to keep his eyes off of the bite mark on Vanitas’ neck. Something deep and primal inside of him relishes in the sight of it. Of seeing Vanitas being marked by him.]
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Reaching down, he tugs down his own pants to stroke himself as he focuses on Vanitas. He pays attention to the tip, tongue lapping up the precum and he shudders at the taste of it.
At the taste of Vanitas.
Delicious. So delicious. Like he’s always thought. It makes him swallow him whole again, eager now to make Vanitas spill into his mouth.]
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Ven..!
[Does Ventus know what he's doing to him? He feels too much and not enough at the same time. His breathing gets louder, and he can feel himself throbbing in Ventus's mouth. Each time Vents slides up and down him, he feels that heat building, building, building until...]
Ngh!
[His grip tightens, and his nails rake across Ventus's back. He bucks up as much as he can as that feeling inside of him snaps, a strangled groan tearing from him as he comes. His eyes squeeze shut as he rides out the feeling, completely overwhelmed.]
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He sits back on his heels, looking pleased with himself that he’s gotten Vanitas to this point. His eyes rake over his form and he can just feel a bubble of satisfaction form in his stomach. He licks his lips, shuddering as he strokes himself just from the sight of his darkness alone.]
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[His head is spinning, and his whole body feels warm. Heated, like he's sitting under a bright light. Needing a moment to collect himself, he looks up at Ventus, eyes half-lidded and face flushed. His eyes are glassy, and the green has spread, taking over two-thirds of his pupils now.]
[His eyes flick to Ventus's hand, sees him stroking himself, and he can't stop the groan from escaping him. He feels like he's just run a marathon, but seeing how hard Ventus is makes his length twitch, desire beginning to set his nerves afire once more.]
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[ventus whines, twisting his hand around himself in a way that makes his toes curl.
Seeing Vanitas watching him sets his body on fire. His face is flushed, teeth gnawing down on his bottom lip as he continues to work himself. It's something he's done often before. Entertaining himself with thoughts of Vanitas and being able to make him come undone. But seeing those golden-green eyes watching him makes his heart race, a desire to keep those eyes on him at all times.
He has to brace himself back on one hand, a low whine slipping from himself as he feels himself beginning to reach his peak.]
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[He dives in to kiss him again, hungry and desperate, while his free hand moves down to join Ventus's. He wraps his fingers around Ventus's, helping to squeeze Ven's hand around his length. He manages to pull away just long enough to smirk.]
Having too much fun without me.
[He dives for Ventus's neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as he helps Ventus stroke himself.]
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His head falls back, another moan slipping out as his hips begins to push into their hands.]
V-Vani. Please.
[He's not above begging if it means keeping Vanitas' hands on him. Having his body press against his. Like this, with how close they are, he can feel that Vanitas is excited again and he...he wants more. This isn't enough. He needs more of the darkness that's been chasing him.
Reaching to take Vanitas' other hand, he lifts the fingers up to his mouth, lips wrapping around the first finger. He tries not to bite down on it as Vanitas attacks his neck, trying to focus more on wetting his fingers to prepare him for what's next.]
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[His eyes flick up to Ventus's face, watching him lick his finger. It curls in Ventus's mouth, but he doesn't pull it away. He wants to see how Ventus guides him, wants to see what he's doing... and wants to learn how to make him beg for more once he knows what Ventus wants.]
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His tongue curls around his finger, sucking on it wetly as his eyes meets Vanitas'. After a few seconds, he pulls back and directs the finger downwards to his entrance. He tilts his hips up enough so that he can press Vanitas' finger against it, drawing a low hiss from him at the feeling.]
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[He wastes no time pushing in with his finger, the slickness helping ease it in. He pushes it in as far as he can, curling it within him and feeling that warm tightness around it. His eyes flick up to Ventus's expression, watching as he pulls his finger out slightly, only to push it back in again.]
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Ventus can take much more of this.
His face is red, lips parted as he gasps for air. He begins to push back against the finger, his breathing hitched as he tries to encourage Vanitas to put another finger in him.]
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[And he's the one who's doing it. No one else. He wouldn't allow anyone else to even think of trying.]
[He licks his lips before moving in, licking at the mark on Ventus's neck once again. While he gives that spot attention, he sneaks in a third finger.]
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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.]
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[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.
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His back arches and he tears through his bottom lip from biting it so hard, causing blood to bead on the surface. Not that he pays too much attention to it as he wraps his legs around Vanitas' waist, drawing him closer to him, bringing him in deeper. He gasps softly, relishing in the feeling of Vanitas being inside of him.]
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[All he can do for a few seconds is pant, overwhelmed by feeling once again. This felt so much better than Ventus's mouth, and his heart throbbed almost painfully in delight. This... this kind of connection seemed to run deeper than he'd ever felt before, even including when their hearts had been briefly merged. He feels so close to Ventus, both in body and in heart. This was the connection he yearned for.]
[This was what it felt to be connected. Completed.]
[He brings a shaky hand up to Ventus's jaw, almost reverent in his expression and movements, before he dives in, kissing Ventus once more. He can taste the blood on Ventus's lips and he laps it up, before diving his tongue into Ventus's mouth. He begins to rock his hips, pulling out and groaning into Ventus's mouth as he pushes back in. And does it again, and again.]
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It feels so wonderful having Vanitas inside of him, moving inside of him. Claiming him in a way that no one else can and through this, Vanitas is claimed by him as well. This is a deeper connection than what Vanitas could ever hope for. This was what he longed for so desperately once he realized how far he was willing to go when he sought Vanitas out this time instead of the other way around.
He groans into the kiss as he returns it, tongue rising up to meet the other's. His legs tightens around him, heels practically digging into Vanitas while his arms comes up to wrap around him.
More pleasure shoots up and down his spine when Vanitas hits that spot inside of him again, back arching as he claws down his back. He was already about to reach his peak when Vanitas touched him earlier, huffing and panting. Ventus cries out his name as he finally ends up reaching his release, spilling between them and moaning loudly.]
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[He'd gladly hand over everything to Ventus if he could keep this connection.]
[Wetness explodes up onto his stomach and Ventus's cries surround him, but he doesn't stop. Ventus may have hit his peak, but he was still hungry, still yearning for his light. As Ventus rode out his release Vanitas fucks him through it, not stopping as he seeks out more. More of Ventus's cries, of his attention, of his affections. He wants more. He needs more. He needs whatever Ventus will give him, and he'll give Ventus anything he wants to get it.]
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Ventus can only cling onto him as Vanitas continues to fuck him, head thrown back as long and loud moans continue to fill the room. He can feel his darkness continue to hit that spot inside of him, steadily wrecking him from the inside. He grips dark hair tightly, almost yanking on it the longer Vanitas continues to thrust inside of him.]
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[He keeps his thrusts hard, desperate, feeling the way Ventus arches and cries beneath him. He aims for that spot that seems to wreck him, making sure to feed him just as much feeling as he’s feeling within him. That grip in his hair only spurs him on, any sort of wince of pain obscured by his steady grunts and groans.]
[He feels that peak building within him again, slowly creating again. He reaches between them, finding Ventus’s length and roughly stroking it.]
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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.]
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[Each gasp and groan is a plea, a silent prayer for more. Ventus is all he feels right now, all he can focus on. Each scratch, each drop of blood drawn and hair tugged only sharpens that focus. He's greedy and hungry for more of his light, and wants to show Ventus just how much he wants from him.]
[He pumps Ven's shaft harder, nails occasionally scraping along the sensitive skin as he does. His thrusts grow in speed, and he feels himself throb deep within Ventus.]
Ven, I..!
[He's not going to last much longer, he can feel it. But he wants to drag Ventus with him.]
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V-Vani, p-please, I—
[Come inside of him. Claim him in a way that no one else can. No one else would dare to. Become his and realize that this is where you’ve belonged this entire time. That the only person you’ll ever hunger for is him. Make yourself realize what Ventus has this entire time.
They belong to each other.
They can’t let anyone else get in the way of that connection, of this act only between the two of them.
Ventus ends up spilling between them again, leaning forward to bite Vanitas hard on the neck that it breaks skin and draws out blood.]
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[Feeling Ventus spill in his hand once more, and feeling Ventus bite him so hard, it's enough to push him over the edge. He cries out desperately, his hips bucking sharply as he releases deep within Ventus. He groans, long and deep, eyes closing and feeling his heart swell with feeling as he rides out his release.]
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It’s a nice feeling.
He relaxes his grip on him for a moment, panting hard as he tries to catch his breath. He runs his fingers through Vanitas’ hair, unable to keep his eyes off of the bite mark on Vanitas’ neck. Something deep and primal inside of him relishes in the sight of it. Of seeing Vanitas being marked by him.]
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