[Vanitas did plan on forcing his way through to look for evidence of Oushi's momentary catboy era, but instead he's met with the sound of those hands landing against the door behind him and he can't move. He can't even bring himself to look away from him. Apparently he is very much susceptible to the kabedon phenomenon without even knowing what it is.]
I'm listening now.
[Well, as long as Oushi isn't saying anything important. All Vanitas would hear are sounds that might be words if those green eyes staring him down weren't so pretty.]
[ the amount of times oushi has been involved in a kabedon is exactly two (2), and both times had been by accident. one was a massive, explosive failure that — to this day — still haunts him whenever the night hours get too long and too quiet. this second one is — far from a failure, in a wild twist of events, but it's the kind of success that's so unexpected that oushi is so shocked he can't even carry on or follow through and so it may as well as be a failure, to be honest.
all this to say — seconds trickle by, and all that's happened thus far is a lot of staring while their faces hover mere centimeters apart. he should say something, shouldn't he? ]
...I forgot what I was saying.
[ probably not that.
but, to be fair, that's partly vanitas' fault. he thinks oushi's green eyes are pretty? well, they're nothing comparedo to vanitas' bright blues, which feel ten times more distracting. not to mention the length and thickness of those lashes, making each blink feel like a direct hit to the softest parts of his heart.
after another pregnant pause, he steps back, belatedly realizing he'd lingered on for too long and now it was just awkward. figures that the one time he might have perfected such a Classic Move™ he'd just as quickly mess it up. ]
[It takes Vanitas less then a couple seconds to become intensely aware that not only is he in Oushi's room, but he's also very much in his personal space. His face is close enough that he could kiss him if he turned his face in just the right way.
His cheeks grow brighter as the thought makes itself at home in his mind, and he ends up closing his eyes for a little too long to call it a blink. He's not afraid of the contact or the closeness, just afraid of what he might do to take advantage of their proximity.]
You were..saying that I don't like to listen. [Vanitas swallows, and when he blinks again Oushi is pulling back. He lets out a sigh, unaware that he was holding his breath for however long that interaction lasted. Too bad there's no one to commend him for the amount of self restraint it took him just then to not close the distance between them with his mouth.]
Where are those cat ears from the video? If you still have them, you should put them on so I can see.
[ oushi rubs at the back of his neck, as if to ward off the heat that'd been gathering there. that had felt — close, just then. close in both physical proximity, and in terms of a true test of restraint. somehow, it felt like he had been holding his breath, hoping for something, and now that there's more distance between them he feels both relieved and bereft.
confusing as fuck, honestly. he is almost grateful vanitas changes the subject... rather, he would have been, had it not been that particular subject. ]
Why do you want to see them on me so bad?
[ there is, of course, suspicion deep in his voice. he doesn't think vanitas aims to be particularly cruel about it, but it just simply doesn't occur to oushi that this might be something vanitas would find pleasant, rather than damning. ]
[Whatever had just happened, Vanitas felt it too, and something makes him want to leave the moment behind them and not have to try to figure out exactly why he would have been so easy to fold if Oushi had pushed him just the tiniest bit. When usually Vanitas is the one doing the pushing, and typically has the tendency to be stubborn whenever he's on the receiving end.
Something about Oushi just makes his brain malfunction in unpredictable ways, and the best way to deal with it is to not.]
Because I watched the video and saw the potential for your cuteness.
[He doesn't see the ears as he glances around, but then he sits on the edge of the bed for a better perspective of decent hiding places. Vanitas tries to be subtle when he slides his hands under the pillows and blankets, pulling out whatever his fingers catch on first. Hopefully Oushi doesn't keep lube under there or else he's about to be exposed.]
[ oushi does get exposed — but in a very different way. evident when his eyes widen a fraction, and that deep flush crawls its way back onto his cheeks. he lifts a hand, attempting to hide behind a fist, but the way he glances off to the side is pretty damning. ]
...You think I'm cute?
[ did he just give rin absolute shit for exposing something that was meant to be private? yes. does he now think maybe being that exposed isn't so bad, if it leads to being called cute? also yes. two things can be true. ]
[Vanitas opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again when he sees how flustered Oushi is. It's definitely cute, but maybe it's the right thing to do to keep it to himself.]
So what if I do? I also find you handsome sometimes. [He offers cautiously, remembering the video and just how awkward and shy and combative he seemed in that video while Rin toyed with him. There's a little twinge of jealousy when he thinks about it, but it's an unreasonable feeling so he tries to dismiss it immediately.]
I don't have freckles that light up like you do, so I guess you wouldn't know.
[ despite his asking, he didn't actually think vanitas would admit it. he could never tell, really, when something will come easily when it comes to the other man. when he thinks about their first meeting, how often they had fallen into misunderstanding, he has to wonder how they had ever gotten anywhere at all. sometimes it's terrifying and sometimes it's exhilarating, and sometimes he can't quite figure out which one it is until long after the moment has passed. ]
...I'm kind of slow about these things sometimes.
[ most times. he tries not to get too caught up in the way it makes his heart beat so frantically; finding someone attractive doesn't have to mean more than just that, after all. ]
I guess it's also a little hard to believe. Even in my own world, I'm pretty plain looking.
[ he fixes his gaze on vanitas' features. even objectively, the man was undoubtedly beautiful.
he lifts a hand to his cheek, scratching a finger down over some freckled hearts. ]
This gives it away, but it's still nice to hear, right? I think you're gorgeous.
[Try as he might to find some reason to twist the truth and manipulate the situation, he has no reason to keep that information from Oushi. Obviously he finds him attractive considering the things they did together in that dressing room. It's only the nature of that attraction that changes depending on his mood.
Something tells him that they both have temperaments that few would categorize as stable.]
I don't think you're slow. I think you want to hear me tell you all the ways I find myself attracted to you.
[When the words "plain looking" leave Oushi's mouth, Vanitas swats him in warning. Is he doing it on purpose to fish for praise, or is he serious--]
I don't find you to be...plain. [Normal, maybe. But not plain, mediocre, or mid as they apparently like to say.] Your eyes are pretty, but very intense. I can tell that you're always thinking hard about something even if I can never tell what it is. And your lips.. [He's thought of them on a couple occasions, but maybe now isn't the time to reveal that.] I mean your face is pleasant.
[Vanitas stops fumbling his words long enough to hear that part, laughing loudly.] To balance out my unfortunate personality.
[ that flush on oushi's face deepens, lips pursing on an argument. hot-headed as he is, he's been getting better about picking his battles, and knowing which aren't worth it — especially if it's just being contrary for the sake of it. two things can be true, he'd say; that being dense and wanting desperately to hear all the ways vanitas likes him are two very separate, but equally embarrassing things. but that's just mincing words at this point.
to that end, oushi finds the more vanitas does say, the more he doesn't really know what to do with it. so maybe it's best if he didn't get what he wants after all. ]
It's not that unfortunate, [ he mumbles, bashfully glancing vanitas' way. oushi has met many an unlikable person, and is now keen enough he knows he isn't exactly mr. congeniality either.
rather, vanitas is a lot like an itch you can't quite reach, or one too far under the skin; you can't ignore him — he simply won't allow you to — and you're left chasing after the ghost of him long after he's already enchanted and eluded you. ]
The ears are there, under the mattress.
[ is it a reward for flustering him with all that flattery? or an attempt to turn the focus back on vanitas' original task? two things can continue to be true. ]
[He's so cute when he blushes, Vanitas thinks absently. But forces himself to refocus as their conversation continues. He kicks off his boots so he can make himself comfortable on the bed, folding his legs under himself respectfully. The temptation to lie down flat with his face in the pillows Oushi uses is there, but he resists with every bit of decency he has in his being--and it's not much, but it's enough.]
I'm glad you think so, but the majority would disagree.
[With the tendency to go out of his way to be unlikable, and character traits that blur lines if not just seeking to cross them, he could never consider himself a "good" person, and because of that he could never understand anyone who sees him and appears attracted. There's just no way.]
Thank you. [He pushes himself onto all fours, pulling back the mattress to grab the ears, putting them on his own head and glancing in the direction of the mirror, up on his knees for a better view without getting up. Questionable as he may be as a human, he still finds that he wants Oushi to think of him fondly--even if it never amounts to anything.]
Maybe it's because I also have a bad attitude, [ oushi muses, lifting a shoulder in an idle shrug. he's had plenty of time to mull it all over, of course, and lose himself to hours of pitying self-reflection. it is a wonder he has people he can call friends at all, but he thinks that's far more a testament to the kind of people mitoki and batayan are, than oushi himself.
while vanitas searches, oushi finally takes his own seat at the very end of the bed. the twin-sized thing is juuuuust slightly big enough to accommodate them both sitting, but there is very little else room in his suite to account for a chair.
when vanitas sets the cat ears on himself and turns to show oushi, the latter is wholly unprepared for the sight of it. the fake fur on the headband is just the right color of black that it blends seamlessly against the smooth inky strands of vanitas' own hair, making for a really believable cat person look.
oushi had never been the kind of guy to really think much of finding such things attractive but. he realizes rather suddenly how very wrong that assumption was. ]
...Good, [ he eventually says, after realizing he'd just been staring for the better part of a minute. he clears his throat a little, reaching up to scratch at a warm cheek. ] Too good, [ he admits, as if offended. ] If you didn't mind wearing a maid costume, they'd probably hire you right away at that cat cafe.
[Vanitas had every intention of getting Oushi to put the damn thing on his head up until that very moment. He knew they'd suit him, but also suspected he might be shy about it. So initially his plan is to show him that it's not a big deal by wearing them first, but with a reaction like that he understands now why he might be hesitant.]
Let the record show that I enjoy your attitude.
[He almost ends the sentence with a "nya" but he doesn't have the fortitude to do so with any amount of seriousness behind it. How does he even end up putting himself in such a compromising situation for Oushi's amusement? He's down bad, isn't he?]
No! No, never. Absolutely not! [A maid costume is a step too far. And being seen like this by other people is certainly out of the question.] This kind of thing is for your eyes only, understand? [Vanitas glares right into Oushi's soul through his enchanting green eyes. Like a cat ready to hiss and swipe at the smallest perceived offense.]
[ oushi doesn't know what to do with that admission — that this is something meant for his eyes only, implying this isn't something vanitas would normally do, and not for just anyone. it ignites a warmth inside his chest that spreads like wildfire, and his hands clench at his sides in an attempt to stifle the fumes.
it does very little. but knowing this now, oushi does little to hide the way his eyes see intent on burning this particular image of vanitas into his mind. because he can. because vanitas is doing this for him.
the maid costume comment had been an idle, absent-minded thing. something tossed out to diffuse the intensity of his honest response. he would have been more than happy to let it go with vanitas' fervent dismissal, but being asked something like that flat-out has him turning inward, looking into the deepest parts of his soul and— ]
Yeah. [ a pause, and then he's lifting a finger to scratch along the tip of a very pink nose. ] I mean — wear what you wanna wear, don't be uncomfortable for anybody, even me. But.
[ but. if this is just hypothetical, if vanitas is just asking to ask. ]
You have the legs for it, [ he says as mildly as possible, as if he knows he has to offset the way his eyes trace over said legs and recalls, quite vividly, how they had looked bare and bracketing his waist. ]
[Feel free to eat this up, because he's not sure when he'll feel so generous to let Oushi see it again.]
That was really nice of you to say up until the "but," [Vanitas laughs, rolling his eyes, but listening all the same.] I knew it. What kind of pervert are you? [He means to tease Oushi, but catches his eyes lowering to his legs, and knows instantly that he must be picturing it in his mind's eye. Vanitas slaps his hand over Oushi's face like that might get him to unsee whatever he's thinking about.]
H-have some decorum!! [He stutters, embarrassed, but...weirdly enough, he stores this information away for whenever there might be discounted costumes on sale.] I don't understand the costume thing, if you've seen someone naked then why does dressing them up in something different have any effect?
[Vanitas uses his free hand to grab the ears from his own head and puts them on Oushi before pulling away the hand overing his eyes.] I take it back. I get it.
[ anything oushi might have had to say in his defense gets shoved back into his throat when vanitas suddenly slaps a hand over his face, making him stumble back out of pure shock. he reaches up to grab that hand at the same time vanitas himself seems to lose some of that steam, meaning that hand is very easy prey for oushi's unrelenting (clingy) grip. ]
Don't ask something you can't handle the answer to!
[ it's a bit of a relief that vanitas suddenly Gets It, because oushi doesn't think he can articulate how seeing vanitas wear short, tight shorts and/or thigh-high stockings is just as, if not even more, sexy than seeing him full blown naked.
foolishly, he tries. ]
...Just because you know what your gift is, doesn't mean you can't still appreciate how it's wrapped. Or how fun it is to unwrap it.
[ that... isn't exactly the best analogy, but it's all he can come up with at the time. considering how distracting that image is of vanitas in stockings, he thinks he did pretty alright. ]
[Look at him showing personal growth by admitting when he's proven wrong. And yes, those cat ears are adorable on Oushi, but his mind continues to focus on those words. Anyone referring to him as a gift and his clothes as wrapping must be some kind of pervert, but they've already suspected as much of each other.]
So... you want to unwrap me? [Vanitas' eyes flicker between Oushi's face and the ears on his head, trying his best to keep a neutral expression even though this information makes him feel strangely satisfied to know. Naturally the reverse is true too. Given even a moment he could easily get carried away thinking of various outfits he'd like to help Oushi out of.]
The feeling is mutual, you know. [Vanitas assumes Oushi is fully aware that he finds him attractive, and handsome, and all the things that might make him feel nervous to say directly. But what comes easily is the pat to Oushi's dark hair, brushing the backs of his fingers over the furry ears.]
You have a nice body. You would look good in anything.
[ it's a delicate balance, this desire in oushi for praise juxtaposed with his apparent inability to actually handle said praise when it is given. he at once is desperate to be perceived, but shies away from the magnifying glass once it's set on him. it makes for a largely frustrating experience, on both ends, and he pities anyone who is left to deal with it.
similar to how he didn't think he was into costumes, or things like that, he finds this petting gesture from vanitas is... quite nice. though whether or not it's due to vanitas himself is something he'll have to examine some other time. ]
Maybe one day I'll dress up for you. [ yeah, he definitely can't look vanitas in the eye as he says this. but fortunately he doesn't stutter or stumble. ]
[Vanitas had promised some time ago to be a pain in Oushi's ass for their foreseeable future, so this is merely him doing his due diligence in giving the older boy no rest. No respite from his teasing, yet somehow this is how things have played out.
He's staring at Oushi plainly, not even hiding the fact that he's trying to undress then re-dress him back again in something else with his eyes.]
Stop trying to seduce me. [Of course he's teasing, but on the other hand he can think of one or two outfits he might want to see Oushi in. Even just a suit and tie has Vanitas' expression shifting from playful to feral. He stands up from his seat on the bed to better face Oushi, looking down at his cat ears with serious consideration. He moves between Oushi's legs, just to stand closer, his hands lifting to the older boy's cheeks, pinching them and tugging.]
[ it doesn't occur to oushi that vanitas standing right there between his legs is exactly where he wanted him, until the very moment it happens. and then he's patting himself on the back like he'd somehow masterminded it all, instead of simply being incredibly lucky.
his hands come up to frame vanitas' outer thighs, right above it brushes against his own. ]
I don't think I'm very good at seducing.
[ the words come muffled, squished. his cheeks are starting to turn pink under the attention, but he doesn't stop looking up at vanitas the entire time. his eyes aren't as striking, and his lashes aren't nearly as long or thick, but there's a heat smouldering beneath the greens. though he's careful to keep his own touches light. ]
But I like it when you look at me, so there's not a lot I wouldn't do for it.
[While Vanitas notices the contact, he's not troubled by it. They've had their hands more intrusive places than that, for sure, so this.. it's fine. That strange feeling in his stomach be damned.]
Maybe not at doing it intentionally..but whatever you're doing works on me. [Vanitas gives a shrug to show that he's going to stop thinking about it too deeply or risk wandering into awkward territory that's particularly dangerous when they're alone together.]
See? That's what I'm talking about. [He looks down at him a while longer, and the second he stops squishing Oushi's cheeks he stops being adorable and becomes something else. His gaze is intense and Vanitas feels hot all of a sudden, glancing away with warmth on his cheeks as though if he held eye contact any longer he might have burst into flames.]
You're a dangerous man. [But not so dangerous that Vanitas doesn't cave and lean forward to press their lips together the next time he looks at him.]
[ that delicate, half-second between vanitas' words and his actions feel electric, making the hairs on the back of oushi's neck stand on end. it's tough to say who moves first; certainly, had vanitas not moved at all, oushi would have been the one to close that gap regardless. it is less a want and more a need, to be as close as possible, to let this moment swallow them both up because words feel too dangerous to carry on on their own.
i'm not doing anything, he would have insisted. nothing more than what he usually does, anyway. which is want, and want loudly. how lucky he is, that vanitas seems to hear him every step of the way.
deepening the kiss is all too easy. as easy as the way his hands finally move, one settling along vanitas' waist while the other lifts to curl around a warm neck. between his legs, oushi cages him in — not particularly dominating, but aggressive in a pleading sort of way all the same.
his lips part, his tongue seeks. if he tugs on vanitas' waist a little, will the other man hear his quest to come sit along his lap? ]
[Vanitas leans into the kiss, unwilling to consider the circumstances and any deeper meaning behind the act than two people who like being around each other with mutual attraction and often end up fooling around--Ah. Perhaps he's doing mental gymnastics simply to avoid thinking of the implications of how they keep ending up in these situations.
Oushi tastes delicious, and his hands are warm against his legs, inviting even. The thing that seals the deal is the way his other hand rests against his neck, not pulling him but the gesture feels inviting enough that his body responds on autopilot. He climbs onto the bed to settle himself on Oushi's lap, his own hands resting on his shoulders for support at first.
The moment their tongues touch and Oushi tugs at his hips, Vanitas' inner instinct is to push the older boy down flat on his back and grind down against him. He blinks and is appalled when he realizes he's broken their kiss to do exactly that. He's sure he's flushed from embarrassment and arousal, but he doesn't stop. They're both fully clothed, but that doesn't seem to stop his pants from tenting at the front and wanting to feel if Oushi would respond the same way to the contact.]
listen i'm the last person to talk about timestamps ok...
[ here, in the quiet space of oushi's meager four-rank suite, there are no excuses to fall on. no aphrodisiacs, no hotel-spurred impulse to suddenly declothe and copulate. no nausea-stalling medicinal patch, no locked doors and instructions forcing them to act on unspoken desires. it's just them, this electric heat between them, and a strange but mutual sort of longing that keeps culminating in an inexplicable need to be as close as possible.
what is that called? do either of them dare to figure it out, just yet?
the answer the the latter seems to be a resounding no. attentions remains focused instead on getting close and doing more. by the time oushi realizes he's been pushed back, there is a pressure against his crotch that draws a low groan from his lips, and it sounds so especially loud in his little room. eyes wide from his own embarrassment, but he doesn't tell vanitas to stop. he doesn't do anything but clutch at those slim hips, and rock up just as eagerly each time vanitas moves.
he's embarrassingly hard already — has been, since they first started kissing. so is it any surprise he's all into this, the fervent grinding that keeps chasing at a relief their layers of clothing seem to only delay? ]
Keep going, [ he breathes, barely a whisper. dimly, he's aware he's still wearing those stupid cat-ear headbands. does vanitas really like it that much? he'll never take them off, if that's the case.
he tightens his grip on vanitas' hips, now coaxing them to move even faster. ] Feels good...
[Vanitas doesn't stop to think about the mess they might make together if he keeps going. One or both of them coming in their pants while fully clothed is not even on his mind, just the mindless chasing of a particular sensation that he gets each time they grind together just right. He'll worry about the walk back to his room later.
He pants softly, a little bit of a smirk on his face when Oushi tells him to keep going. They're fully clothed, but Vanitas can feel Oushi's arousal under him as if there weren't layers of fabric separating them.
Vanitas forgets about the cat ears until he glances up again, bouncing on Oushi's lap to simulate what it might be like if they ever did go through with the real thing. Vanitas only gets harder when Oushi grips his hips, the sounds he makes going from soft pants and sighs to little grunts and moans in the effort it takes him to create more friction.
What does it say about any of this that he's already so close, his body tensing and tightening around absolutely nothing, but still so ready to lose it for the other young man beneath him.]
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I'm listening now.
[Well, as long as Oushi isn't saying anything important. All Vanitas would hear are sounds that might be words if those green eyes staring him down weren't so pretty.]
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all this to say — seconds trickle by, and all that's happened thus far is a lot of staring while their faces hover mere centimeters apart. he should say something, shouldn't he? ]
...I forgot what I was saying.
[ probably not that.
but, to be fair, that's partly vanitas' fault. he thinks oushi's green eyes are pretty? well, they're nothing comparedo to vanitas' bright blues, which feel ten times more distracting. not to mention the length and thickness of those lashes, making each blink feel like a direct hit to the softest parts of his heart.
after another pregnant pause, he steps back, belatedly realizing he'd lingered on for too long and now it was just awkward. figures that the one time he might have perfected such a Classic Move™ he'd just as quickly mess it up. ]
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His cheeks grow brighter as the thought makes itself at home in his mind, and he ends up closing his eyes for a little too long to call it a blink. He's not afraid of the contact or the closeness, just afraid of what he might do to take advantage of their proximity.]
You were..saying that I don't like to listen. [Vanitas swallows, and when he blinks again Oushi is pulling back. He lets out a sigh, unaware that he was holding his breath for however long that interaction lasted. Too bad there's no one to commend him for the amount of self restraint it took him just then to not close the distance between them with his mouth.]
Where are those cat ears from the video? If you still have them, you should put them on so I can see.
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confusing as fuck, honestly. he is almost grateful vanitas changes the subject... rather, he would have been, had it not been that particular subject. ]
Why do you want to see them on me so bad?
[ there is, of course, suspicion deep in his voice. he doesn't think vanitas aims to be particularly cruel about it, but it just simply doesn't occur to oushi that this might be something vanitas would find pleasant, rather than damning. ]
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Something about Oushi just makes his brain malfunction in unpredictable ways, and the best way to deal with it is to not.]
Because I watched the video and saw the potential for your cuteness.
[He doesn't see the ears as he glances around, but then he sits on the edge of the bed for a better perspective of decent hiding places. Vanitas tries to be subtle when he slides his hands under the pillows and blankets, pulling out whatever his fingers catch on first. Hopefully Oushi doesn't keep lube under there or else he's about to be exposed.]
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...You think I'm cute?
[ did he just give rin absolute shit for exposing something that was meant to be private? yes. does he now think maybe being that exposed isn't so bad, if it leads to being called cute? also yes. two things can be true. ]
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So what if I do? I also find you handsome sometimes. [He offers cautiously, remembering the video and just how awkward and shy and combative he seemed in that video while Rin toyed with him. There's a little twinge of jealousy when he thinks about it, but it's an unreasonable feeling so he tries to dismiss it immediately.]
I don't have freckles that light up like you do, so I guess you wouldn't know.
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...I'm kind of slow about these things sometimes.
[ most times. he tries not to get too caught up in the way it makes his heart beat so frantically; finding someone attractive doesn't have to mean more than just that, after all. ]
I guess it's also a little hard to believe. Even in my own world, I'm pretty plain looking.
[ he fixes his gaze on vanitas' features. even objectively, the man was undoubtedly beautiful.
he lifts a hand to his cheek, scratching a finger down over some freckled hearts. ]
This gives it away, but it's still nice to hear, right? I think you're gorgeous.
no one has to know
Something tells him that they both have temperaments that few would categorize as stable.]
I don't think you're slow. I think you want to hear me tell you all the ways I find myself attracted to you.
[When the words "plain looking" leave Oushi's mouth, Vanitas swats him in warning. Is he doing it on purpose to fish for praise, or is he serious--]
I don't find you to be...plain. [Normal, maybe. But not plain, mediocre, or mid as they apparently like to say.] Your eyes are pretty, but very intense. I can tell that you're always thinking hard about something even if I can never tell what it is. And your lips.. [He's thought of them on a couple occasions, but maybe now isn't the time to reveal that.] I mean your face is pleasant.
[Vanitas stops fumbling his words long enough to hear that part, laughing loudly.] To balance out my unfortunate personality.
🥺🙏
to that end, oushi finds the more vanitas does say, the more he doesn't really know what to do with it. so maybe it's best if he didn't get what he wants after all. ]
It's not that unfortunate, [ he mumbles, bashfully glancing vanitas' way. oushi has met many an unlikable person, and is now keen enough he knows he isn't exactly mr. congeniality either.
rather, vanitas is a lot like an itch you can't quite reach, or one too far under the skin; you can't ignore him — he simply won't allow you to — and you're left chasing after the ghost of him long after he's already enchanted and eluded you. ]
The ears are there, under the mattress.
[ is it a reward for flustering him with all that flattery? or an attempt to turn the focus back on vanitas' original task? two things can continue to be true. ]
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I'm glad you think so, but the majority would disagree.
[With the tendency to go out of his way to be unlikable, and character traits that blur lines if not just seeking to cross them, he could never consider himself a "good" person, and because of that he could never understand anyone who sees him and appears attracted. There's just no way.]
Thank you. [He pushes himself onto all fours, pulling back the mattress to grab the ears, putting them on his own head and glancing in the direction of the mirror, up on his knees for a better view without getting up. Questionable as he may be as a human, he still finds that he wants Oushi to think of him fondly--even if it never amounts to anything.]
How do I look?
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while vanitas searches, oushi finally takes his own seat at the very end of the bed. the twin-sized thing is juuuuust slightly big enough to accommodate them both sitting, but there is very little else room in his suite to account for a chair.
when vanitas sets the cat ears on himself and turns to show oushi, the latter is wholly unprepared for the sight of it. the fake fur on the headband is just the right color of black that it blends seamlessly against the smooth inky strands of vanitas' own hair, making for a really believable cat person look.
oushi had never been the kind of guy to really think much of finding such things attractive but. he realizes rather suddenly how very wrong that assumption was. ]
...Good, [ he eventually says, after realizing he'd just been staring for the better part of a minute. he clears his throat a little, reaching up to scratch at a warm cheek. ] Too good, [ he admits, as if offended. ] If you didn't mind wearing a maid costume, they'd probably hire you right away at that cat cafe.
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Let the record show that I enjoy your attitude.
[He almost ends the sentence with a "nya" but he doesn't have the fortitude to do so with any amount of seriousness behind it. How does he even end up putting himself in such a compromising situation for Oushi's amusement? He's down bad, isn't he?]
No! No, never. Absolutely not! [A maid costume is a step too far. And being seen like this by other people is certainly out of the question.] This kind of thing is for your eyes only, understand? [Vanitas glares right into Oushi's soul through his enchanting green eyes. Like a cat ready to hiss and swipe at the smallest perceived offense.]
Would you want to see me in a maid costume?
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it does very little. but knowing this now, oushi does little to hide the way his eyes see intent on burning this particular image of vanitas into his mind. because he can. because vanitas is doing this for him.
the maid costume comment had been an idle, absent-minded thing. something tossed out to diffuse the intensity of his honest response. he would have been more than happy to let it go with vanitas' fervent dismissal, but being asked something like that flat-out has him turning inward, looking into the deepest parts of his soul and— ]
Yeah. [ a pause, and then he's lifting a finger to scratch along the tip of a very pink nose. ] I mean — wear what you wanna wear, don't be uncomfortable for anybody, even me. But.
[ but. if this is just hypothetical, if vanitas is just asking to ask. ]
You have the legs for it, [ he says as mildly as possible, as if he knows he has to offset the way his eyes trace over said legs and recalls, quite vividly, how they had looked bare and bracketing his waist. ]
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That was really nice of you to say up until the "but," [Vanitas laughs, rolling his eyes, but listening all the same.] I knew it. What kind of pervert are you? [He means to tease Oushi, but catches his eyes lowering to his legs, and knows instantly that he must be picturing it in his mind's eye. Vanitas slaps his hand over Oushi's face like that might get him to unsee whatever he's thinking about.]
H-have some decorum!! [He stutters, embarrassed, but...weirdly enough, he stores this information away for whenever there might be discounted costumes on sale.] I don't understand the costume thing, if you've seen someone naked then why does dressing them up in something different have any effect?
[Vanitas uses his free hand to grab the ears from his own head and puts them on Oushi before pulling away the hand overing his eyes.] I take it back. I get it.
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Don't ask something you can't handle the answer to!
[ it's a bit of a relief that vanitas suddenly Gets It, because oushi doesn't think he can articulate how seeing vanitas wear short, tight shorts and/or thigh-high stockings is just as, if not even more, sexy than seeing him full blown naked.
foolishly, he tries. ]
...Just because you know what your gift is, doesn't mean you can't still appreciate how it's wrapped. Or how fun it is to unwrap it.
[ that... isn't exactly the best analogy, but it's all he can come up with at the time. considering how distracting that image is of vanitas in stockings, he thinks he did pretty alright. ]
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So... you want to unwrap me? [Vanitas' eyes flicker between Oushi's face and the ears on his head, trying his best to keep a neutral expression even though this information makes him feel strangely satisfied to know. Naturally the reverse is true too. Given even a moment he could easily get carried away thinking of various outfits he'd like to help Oushi out of.]
The feeling is mutual, you know. [Vanitas assumes Oushi is fully aware that he finds him attractive, and handsome, and all the things that might make him feel nervous to say directly. But what comes easily is the pat to Oushi's dark hair, brushing the backs of his fingers over the furry ears.]
You have a nice body. You would look good in anything.
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similar to how he didn't think he was into costumes, or things like that, he finds this petting gesture from vanitas is... quite nice. though whether or not it's due to vanitas himself is something he'll have to examine some other time. ]
Maybe one day I'll dress up for you. [ yeah, he definitely can't look vanitas in the eye as he says this. but fortunately he doesn't stutter or stumble. ]
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He's staring at Oushi plainly, not even hiding the fact that he's trying to undress then re-dress him back again in something else with his eyes.]
Stop trying to seduce me. [Of course he's teasing, but on the other hand he can think of one or two outfits he might want to see Oushi in. Even just a suit and tie has Vanitas' expression shifting from playful to feral. He stands up from his seat on the bed to better face Oushi, looking down at his cat ears with serious consideration. He moves between Oushi's legs, just to stand closer, his hands lifting to the older boy's cheeks, pinching them and tugging.]
Adorable.
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his hands come up to frame vanitas' outer thighs, right above it brushes against his own. ]
I don't think I'm very good at seducing.
[ the words come muffled, squished. his cheeks are starting to turn pink under the attention, but he doesn't stop looking up at vanitas the entire time. his eyes aren't as striking, and his lashes aren't nearly as long or thick, but there's a heat smouldering beneath the greens. though he's careful to keep his own touches light. ]
But I like it when you look at me, so there's not a lot I wouldn't do for it.
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Maybe not at doing it intentionally..but whatever you're doing works on me. [Vanitas gives a shrug to show that he's going to stop thinking about it too deeply or risk wandering into awkward territory that's particularly dangerous when they're alone together.]
See? That's what I'm talking about. [He looks down at him a while longer, and the second he stops squishing Oushi's cheeks he stops being adorable and becomes something else. His gaze is intense and Vanitas feels hot all of a sudden, glancing away with warmth on his cheeks as though if he held eye contact any longer he might have burst into flames.]
You're a dangerous man. [But not so dangerous that Vanitas doesn't cave and lean forward to press their lips together the next time he looks at him.]
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i'm not doing anything, he would have insisted. nothing more than what he usually does, anyway. which is want, and want loudly. how lucky he is, that vanitas seems to hear him every step of the way.
deepening the kiss is all too easy. as easy as the way his hands finally move, one settling along vanitas' waist while the other lifts to curl around a warm neck. between his legs, oushi cages him in — not particularly dominating, but aggressive in a pleading sort of way all the same.
his lips part, his tongue seeks. if he tugs on vanitas' waist a little, will the other man hear his quest to come sit along his lap? ]
looks at the date. WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE
Oushi tastes delicious, and his hands are warm against his legs, inviting even. The thing that seals the deal is the way his other hand rests against his neck, not pulling him but the gesture feels inviting enough that his body responds on autopilot. He climbs onto the bed to settle himself on Oushi's lap, his own hands resting on his shoulders for support at first.
The moment their tongues touch and Oushi tugs at his hips, Vanitas' inner instinct is to push the older boy down flat on his back and grind down against him. He blinks and is appalled when he realizes he's broken their kiss to do exactly that. He's sure he's flushed from embarrassment and arousal, but he doesn't stop. They're both fully clothed, but that doesn't seem to stop his pants from tenting at the front and wanting to feel if Oushi would respond the same way to the contact.]
listen i'm the last person to talk about timestamps ok...
what is that called? do either of them dare to figure it out, just yet?
the answer the the latter seems to be a resounding no. attentions remains focused instead on getting close and doing more. by the time oushi realizes he's been pushed back, there is a pressure against his crotch that draws a low groan from his lips, and it sounds so especially loud in his little room. eyes wide from his own embarrassment, but he doesn't tell vanitas to stop. he doesn't do anything but clutch at those slim hips, and rock up just as eagerly each time vanitas moves.
he's embarrassingly hard already — has been, since they first started kissing. so is it any surprise he's all into this, the fervent grinding that keeps chasing at a relief their layers of clothing seem to only delay? ]
Keep going, [ he breathes, barely a whisper. dimly, he's aware he's still wearing those stupid cat-ear headbands. does vanitas really like it that much? he'll never take them off, if that's the case.
he tightens his grip on vanitas' hips, now coaxing them to move even faster. ] Feels good...
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He pants softly, a little bit of a smirk on his face when Oushi tells him to keep going. They're fully clothed, but Vanitas can feel Oushi's arousal under him as if there weren't layers of fabric separating them.
Vanitas forgets about the cat ears until he glances up again, bouncing on Oushi's lap to simulate what it might be like if they ever did go through with the real thing. Vanitas only gets harder when Oushi grips his hips, the sounds he makes going from soft pants and sighs to little grunts and moans in the effort it takes him to create more friction.
What does it say about any of this that he's already so close, his body tensing and tightening around absolutely nothing, but still so ready to lose it for the other young man beneath him.]
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