[He basks in the attention, feeling those emotions Ventus is so good at feeding him. But there's also the growing annoyance that's been present since they got here. As much as he enjoys having Ven's attention now, that playfulness is a little annoying when he's been like that with everyone.]
[There's a small huff of laughter as he presses more against him.
Ventus knows he's being mean like this. Annoying, to Vanitas. It's not as if he's oblivious to how Vanitas is feeling, after all. The glares were enough to give much away about how he's feeling about Ventus being with his friends.
He wonders if any of them would still be his friend if they see the way he is right now.
But that's for another time.
He sinks his teeth into Vanitas' collarbone, fingers sliding under his shirt to touch the skin waiting underneath.]
[Vanitas growls at Ventus's laugh, but his retort gets cut off as he lets out a low grunt at that bite. He pants heavily, and Ventus can no doubt feel the way his body trembles beneath his fingers.]
Bet you'd... hate it if I did this to you. Teased you. Annoyed you.
[He's trying to keep the conversation going, but it's growing hard to talk. Growing hard to focus on anything that isn't what Ventus is doing, or that sweet honey feeling that's steadily enveloping him.]
[He fixes Ventus with a flat look... before he reaches forward to grab at Ventus’s shirt. He pulls him in closer to crush his lips against Ven’s, before moving to turn them around, aiming to pin Ven to the rocky wall behind them.]
[He feels that wash of emotion, that overwhelming feedback from Ventus, but now that he’s actually reached forward and taken it for himself? It’s a rush of feeling, one that has him kissing Ventus hard, nipping at his lips and digging his nails into Ven’s skin as he pushes himself flush against is other. He only pulls back when he grows short of breath, taking a moment to pant against Ven’s skin.]
Maybe I’ll just take what you owe me instead of wait for you to finish messing around.
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[He basks in the attention, feeling those emotions Ventus is so good at feeding him. But there's also the growing annoyance that's been present since they got here. As much as he enjoys having Ven's attention now, that playfulness is a little annoying when he's been like that with everyone.]
Are you just going to tease all day?
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[There's a small huff of laughter as he presses more against him.
Ventus knows he's being mean like this. Annoying, to Vanitas. It's not as if he's oblivious to how Vanitas is feeling, after all. The glares were enough to give much away about how he's feeling about Ventus being with his friends.
He wonders if any of them would still be his friend if they see the way he is right now.
But that's for another time.
He sinks his teeth into Vanitas' collarbone, fingers sliding under his shirt to touch the skin waiting underneath.]
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Bet you'd... hate it if I did this to you. Teased you. Annoyed you.
[He's trying to keep the conversation going, but it's growing hard to talk. Growing hard to focus on anything that isn't what Ventus is doing, or that sweet honey feeling that's steadily enveloping him.]
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[Is that a tease, an accusation, or a jab? Can be all three.
His fingernails skims against the plane of his stomach, trailing upward under his shirt until a fingernail scrapes against a nipple.]
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[If it meant keeping Ven's attention, he might do so. He arches under those hands, lets out a grunt as that fingernail scrapes his nipple.]
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[He lets out a breathy chuckle.]
I do like the way you arch into me like this though, Vanitas.
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Cause it feels good when you're actually focused.
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[Just saying.]
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That so?
[He fixes Ventus with a flat look... before he reaches forward to grab at Ventus’s shirt. He pulls him in closer to crush his lips against Ven’s, before moving to turn them around, aiming to pin Ven to the rocky wall behind them.]
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Ventus grunts as he's slammed against the wall, but it's ignored in favor of kissing Vanitas back.
His arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer to the point their bodies become pressed together.]
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Maybe I’ll just take what you owe me instead of wait for you to finish messing around.