[ 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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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?