[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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[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.]