[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.]
[Vanitas all but collapses on top of Ventus, breath coming in deep pants. He simply lays there as he lets the overwhelming feelings envelop him, sinking into that sweet, sweet honeyed feeling. If he moves, he can feel the sharp scratch marks on his back, and isn't sure if the trickling feeling on his neck is sweat or blood. It doesn't matter. He feels exquisite. Complete.]
[Whole.]
[He lets out a low hum as Ventus runs his fingers in his hair, and it acts as a grounding agent for him to focus on. Eventually, he tilts his head into Ventus's hand, too tired and content to do anything else.]
[He should pull out, but... he wants to remain like this, just a little longer. He’s spent, warm, and having Ventus beneath him with his fingers in his hair. He’s not in a hurry to go anywhere just yet.]
[Slowly, his eyes open, and he looks up at Ventus. The green has taken over the entirety of his pupils, not a trace of gold left.]
[Even if he knew he should be concerned, he’s not. He’s connected to his light. That’s all that matters.]
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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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[Whole.]
[He lets out a low hum as Ventus runs his fingers in his hair, and it acts as a grounding agent for him to focus on. Eventually, he tilts his head into Ventus's hand, too tired and content to do anything else.]
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Ventus continues to pet Vanitas, feeling content. He smiles to himself, happy to just have Vanitas with him. Still inside him.
There’s nowhere else that he needs to be.]
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[Slowly, his eyes open, and he looks up at Ventus. The green has taken over the entirety of his pupils, not a trace of gold left.]
[Even if he knew he should be concerned, he’s not. He’s connected to his light. That’s all that matters.]