[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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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.]