[ 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.]
[ as if oushi would let vanitas walk back to his room in soiled clothes. as if oushi would let vanitas walk back to his room, period.
how could he, after seeing him like this? the view from beneath vanitas is something short of exquisite, and considering oushi is still seated upright he can't even say he's getting the full experience right now. what a scary, exciting thought that is — to know even just a little bit of someone could spark something so all-consuming in him. ]
Here, [ he breathes, in answer to something vanitas hasn't even asked. in truth, he's answering himself, responding to the deep burning in the pit of his gut that aches for more.
his hands momentarily leave those delightfully slim hips to slip between their bodies, fumbling with the fastenings of their pants. wildly, he thinks about the first time they met. back then, it had only been his own pants to deal with, but it turns out dealing with two is no slower than one. within seconds he's eased them both out of the confines of fabric, and as that familiar slide of rigid heat on rigid heat meat, a broken moan tumbles out of his mouth in an embarrassing volume.
he bends his neck awkwardly for a brief moment — just to drop a sizable wad of spit along the tips of their cocks. with a rough squeeze, he uses that slick to start up a brisk, steady rhythm.
feeling that heat crawl up along his veins again, he looks back up to see how vanitas is faring. he drops a kiss along a cheek, licks his to parted lips to steal a quick, searing kiss. ]
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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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how could he, after seeing him like this? the view from beneath vanitas is something short of exquisite, and considering oushi is still seated upright he can't even say he's getting the full experience right now. what a scary, exciting thought that is — to know even just a little bit of someone could spark something so all-consuming in him. ]
Here, [ he breathes, in answer to something vanitas hasn't even asked. in truth, he's answering himself, responding to the deep burning in the pit of his gut that aches for more.
his hands momentarily leave those delightfully slim hips to slip between their bodies, fumbling with the fastenings of their pants. wildly, he thinks about the first time they met. back then, it had only been his own pants to deal with, but it turns out dealing with two is no slower than one. within seconds he's eased them both out of the confines of fabric, and as that familiar slide of rigid heat on rigid heat meat, a broken moan tumbles out of his mouth in an embarrassing volume.
he bends his neck awkwardly for a brief moment — just to drop a sizable wad of spit along the tips of their cocks. with a rough squeeze, he uses that slick to start up a brisk, steady rhythm.
feeling that heat crawl up along his veins again, he looks back up to see how vanitas is faring. he drops a kiss along a cheek, licks his to parted lips to steal a quick, searing kiss. ]
How is it? More?