[ at first, he has simply wanted to get vanitas out of the rain. as a fellow basement-dweller, oushi surmised that vanitas would not have had any proper accomodations for the sudden shift in weather, so almost as soon as things started to look dicey he began scouring the woods, trying to seek the other man out. he probably should have just called him first, or sent a message or something, but at the time oushi couldn't really bring himself to do much more than stalk through the trees and sniff vanitas out.
...wait. sniff him out??
it's a distant thought in the back of his mind. one that gets more and more muffled as something else inside him stirs to larger life, something primal and wanting. soon, it became the only thing in his mind that he could ever focus on: finding vanitas, making sure he's safe, keeping him.
when at last his gaze snatches on a familiar pair of bright blue — it didn't even matter what vanitas was doing, who he was with. oushi marches over and all but drags the slighter man away.
where he winds up taking vanitas is unknown to him. somehow, he just happens to know the cave exists, and there it is, and now they are both safe from the rain and the winds but still dripping wet as a chill settles in. he should maybe start a fire, or something, but instead he buries his face in vanitas' neck, groaning low as the man's scent fills him with a broiling sort of heat. his body reacts on its own, hips rocking forward hungrily —
before common sense seems to finally hit him, and he propels himself backward as if burned. ]
S-Stay back! Fuck — I think something's wrong—
[ his hands fly up to his head — his hair has gotten a little longer, and towards the top he feels.... ears? ]
[Vanitas was in the middle of talking to someone regarding a trade of supplies. A few of his matches for a soft pillow. Nothing necessary but something to get him comfortably through the next few days of camping.
He hadn't thought of seeking anyone out himself. It would send a message that he's not capable of taking care of himself, and that is something he wouldn't be able to tolerate. So when he feels an arm around his body hauling him away quickly and forcefully enough to catch him off guard he's more puzzled than alarmed. A quick glance calms him and he allows Oushi to lead him away to that cave.]
If you wanted to set up camp with me, you could have just said s--ahh. [Oushi's face in his neck immediately causes him to blush, hands immediately on the other's shoulders, but not quite pushing him away.] Wh-what's gotten into you?
[On one hand this would be the perfect excuse to take advantage of Oushi's state, but on the other he remembers how he'd felt during that Omegadome thing. It could be scary. At least Oushi had sense enough to come for him instead of risking it with a stranger.] Something's definitely wrong, but it might get worse for you if I stay back. Try to stay calm, if you panic, it'll be worse. Come here.
[Vanitas throws down the box of matches and dry branches and wood he'd collected and hid under his coat from the rain--in fact shrugging the whole coat off before holding out his arms.] Do you know what werewolves are?
[ the speed with which oushi's head picks up the second vanitas begins disrobing would have probably given him whiplash on any other day. his eyes are wide, and yet his pupils are blown out and dilated, fixed unblinkingly on the other man — like a shark smelling blood in the water, he is keenly aware of the fact that one less obstacle (read: a layer of clothing) stands in the way between him and the warm, soft body he so desperately craves. when those arms are held out to him, how can he resist crawling into the fold of them like literal shelter from a storm?
except the "storm" in this case is the pounding in his head, the throbbing in his cock. vanitas' scent fills the small cave, mingling with the dirt and stone and rain. his nose finds root against the soft part of vanitas' neck again, inhaling deeply, and his arms wind around vanitas' slim back to hold him close. ]
Werewolves? [ he's only vaguely aware they're having a conversation. his other senses are so overpowered by vanitas, it's a wonder he hasn't started rutting up against him again. ] Yeah, 'course.
[ panic is a distant thing in his mind now. he's back in the comfort and security of vanitas' arms, and his own hands have slipped up under the fabric of vanitas' flannel to seek out the soft heat that body offers. in the midst of all that, he has somehow managed to drag the other's slighter body up into his lap, where the insistent press of his half-hard cock nudges at vanitas' ass. ]
[For anyone new to this place and the supernatural, this particular situation could have been strange and frightening, but Vanitas picks up on little things and puts them together alarmingly fast.
If the scent of him gives Oushi any relief at all, he'll let him have it, but his first miscalculation is that submission would help and not drive the other into doing anything rash. But Oushi moves against him again and Vanitas feels his own arousal building to meet him there. Would Oushi be able to smell that on him? Blush spreads over his cheeks as he'd drawn onto the older's body. He might not be able to scent it, but Vanitas feels it plain as day.]
I..think that explains the...mm.. [He bites his lip, trying to remain the rational of the two, but the temptation to fold is difficult to resist.] The ears and..how I smell... [Vanitas holds out for maybe a minute longer, searching Oushi's eyes before pressing closer, moving his hips to increase the friction between them like putting out this fire was more important than starting a proper one or drying off from the rain.
Under the guise of doing exactly that, he draws back a little to peel Oushi's wet shirt from his body, doing the same to his own right after. He drags the older boy into an indulgent kiss, pretending not to notice how he can feel Oushi growing rock hard even through the layers of fabric they have left.]
[ any vestiges of self-control oushi might have had left in him evaporate into thin air the second vanitas pulls him in for a kiss. perhaps, had the younger man shown any shred of hesitation or uncertainty, then oushi might have managed to hold onto enough of his sense to muster up some strength to fight the raging instinct coursing through his veins. but it's a future oushi will never know, crumbling like ashes the second their lips touch, and he tastes vanitas on his tongue. his moan is low, long, tapering off into a frenzied growl as he melts, resolidifies, and surges forward all in the span of seconds.
skin to skin, he pushes vanitas down against the floor — right over that previously and conveniently shed coat — taking advantage of his broader, sturdier frame to effectively pin the slighter man down as he ravages those yielding lips for kiss after kiss. there is no space between them, the persistent press of his hips a demanding thing. one hand buries itself in the wet tangle of vanitas' choppy locks, the other grips tight on the softest part of vanitas' thigh, as if intent on leaving the print of his hand there.
is he aware of vanitas' answering arousal? there's no way he couldn't be, the way he grinds and rocks his hips, intent on seeking their reliefs. his body battles with itself; aching to feel more while desperate to taste relief. which will win out? the answer seems to come when, eventually, the hand at vanitas' leg manages to hook its fingers into the waistband of his pants, and oushi gives a rough pull, dragging the fabric down over the swell of his ass. ]
[The previous times he's witnessed this kind of effect were so different. He hadn't had any kind of physical or emotional connection to any of those people prior to the moment the resort decided to play those games with drugged food and cursed charms--the entire Omegadome game.
This is so different with Oushi. If resistance was futile back then, what good was it to even try now when the man pinning him down makes his heart race like this? Vanitas feels pure concentrated bliss being eaten up with kisses, returning each one as his hands roam over Oushi's skin, nails scraping gently across his back. Maybe his lack of resistance is because he actually wants this, he's let people claim him for so much less, but the idea of being his specifically feels good.
It takes the cold hair on his ass to sober him long enough to reach out and grab Oushi's face, not quite pushing him away as much as trying to force him to stop and look at him for a moment. Is he in there? Does he want this too, or is his mind being compelled? Past all of the fierce lust in his eyes, Vanitas can't tell.]
Oushi, wait. [Somehow Vanitas' need to finally feel the other man inside him is eclipsed by his fear of Oushi regretting this moment afterward. But only barely. It's still enough that he wants confirmation that they're both in their right minds first.] Are you sure this is what you want?
[ he had already had his hand working to shove down his own pants when vanitas' hands — cold, small, scarred — grip at either sides of his face, forcing their eyes to meet just as oushi had been so close to baring his teeth and biting down hard on the soft skin of vanitas' neck—
does he want this? yes, desperately. and in this moment, more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. ]
Y-Yes, [ he gasps, because it's the truth. but this close, vanitas should be able to see the conflict in his eyes, the way those greens darken with concern. ] But—
[ but with the clarity granted by the sound of his name in vanitas' voice, he can recognize that while he might want this, with vanitas... he doesn't want it in this way. not because the hotel is making him. not because vanitas is letting it happen.
suddenly, he reels himself back. and he does it with so much force, there could not possibly be anything accidental about the way he cracks his head against the stone wall behind him — not hard enough to truly damage, but just enough to rattle that brain around a little. it's enough of a shock to his system that the urges coursing through him stutter and stall, and he can finally tear himself away from vanitas long enough to truly realize, with horror, what he'd just been so close to doing. ]
S-Sorry. I'm sorry, I—
[ he folds in on himself, clutching at his head again as it lowers to between his knees. he starts mumbling something, breathless and frantic and under his breath. should vanitas strain to hear him, he'd be able to make some of the words out: ]
[Vanitas almost sabotages himself, looking into those eyes up close. It would be far to easy to lose himself in them, the hazel-leaning green of them strangely warm and comforting given the circumstances of the moment.]
But? [He's bracing himself for the worst. For Oushi to admit that he only wants this because his "instincts" are driving this ship. Deep down Vanitas knows that this wouldn't be the way Oushi would want things to go between them the first time it happens, and just knowing that is enough to make him say no when all he wants to say yes. If he were truly as bad as he wanted people to think he was, he wouldn't be this invested in doing things the right way.]
It's fine. You don't need to apologize. We can do-- [His voice trails off to nothing, the sound dying in his throat when he sees the way Oushi makes space between them then curls into himself. Why does his chest feel so tight seeing him this way? This isn't what he wanted. Vanitas watches helplessly as Oushi starts to spiral, but he's beside the other young man in an instant, sitting near him quietly as he listens.]
Are you okay? [He whispers softly, eventually gathering the courage to risk making things worse by pulling one of his hands away from encircling himself to hold onto instead. His ugly marked up hand closing around Oushi's to force his fingers between the other set.] I promise I'm not upset with you. [Vanitas doesn't now if this will help, or if Oushi is even listening, but he brings the other boy's hand to his lips, kissing the back of it apologetically. Maybe it would have been best to not say anything at all.]
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vanitas.
...wait. sniff him out??
it's a distant thought in the back of his mind. one that gets more and more muffled as something else inside him stirs to larger life, something primal and wanting. soon, it became the only thing in his mind that he could ever focus on: finding vanitas, making sure he's safe, keeping him.
when at last his gaze snatches on a familiar pair of bright blue — it didn't even matter what vanitas was doing, who he was with. oushi marches over and all but drags the slighter man away.
where he winds up taking vanitas is unknown to him. somehow, he just happens to know the cave exists, and there it is, and now they are both safe from the rain and the winds but still dripping wet as a chill settles in. he should maybe start a fire, or something, but instead he buries his face in vanitas' neck, groaning low as the man's scent fills him with a broiling sort of heat. his body reacts on its own, hips rocking forward hungrily —
before common sense seems to finally hit him, and he propels himself backward as if burned. ]
S-Stay back! Fuck — I think something's wrong—
[ his hands fly up to his head — his hair has gotten a little longer, and towards the top he feels.... ears? ]
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He hadn't thought of seeking anyone out himself. It would send a message that he's not capable of taking care of himself, and that is something he wouldn't be able to tolerate. So when he feels an arm around his body hauling him away quickly and forcefully enough to catch him off guard he's more puzzled than alarmed. A quick glance calms him and he allows Oushi to lead him away to that cave.]
If you wanted to set up camp with me, you could have just said s--ahh. [Oushi's face in his neck immediately causes him to blush, hands immediately on the other's shoulders, but not quite pushing him away.] Wh-what's gotten into you?
[On one hand this would be the perfect excuse to take advantage of Oushi's state, but on the other he remembers how he'd felt during that Omegadome thing. It could be scary. At least Oushi had sense enough to come for him instead of risking it with a stranger.] Something's definitely wrong, but it might get worse for you if I stay back. Try to stay calm, if you panic, it'll be worse. Come here.
[Vanitas throws down the box of matches and dry branches and wood he'd collected and hid under his coat from the rain--in fact shrugging the whole coat off before holding out his arms.] Do you know what werewolves are?
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except the "storm" in this case is the pounding in his head, the throbbing in his cock. vanitas' scent fills the small cave, mingling with the dirt and stone and rain. his nose finds root against the soft part of vanitas' neck again, inhaling deeply, and his arms wind around vanitas' slim back to hold him close. ]
Werewolves? [ he's only vaguely aware they're having a conversation. his other senses are so overpowered by vanitas, it's a wonder he hasn't started rutting up against him again. ] Yeah, 'course.
[ panic is a distant thing in his mind now. he's back in the comfort and security of vanitas' arms, and his own hands have slipped up under the fabric of vanitas' flannel to seek out the soft heat that body offers. in the midst of all that, he has somehow managed to drag the other's slighter body up into his lap, where the insistent press of his half-hard cock nudges at vanitas' ass. ]
You smell so good, fuck.
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If the scent of him gives Oushi any relief at all, he'll let him have it, but his first miscalculation is that submission would help and not drive the other into doing anything rash. But Oushi moves against him again and Vanitas feels his own arousal building to meet him there. Would Oushi be able to smell that on him? Blush spreads over his cheeks as he'd drawn onto the older's body. He might not be able to scent it, but Vanitas feels it plain as day.]
I..think that explains the...mm.. [He bites his lip, trying to remain the rational of the two, but the temptation to fold is difficult to resist.] The ears and..how I smell... [Vanitas holds out for maybe a minute longer, searching Oushi's eyes before pressing closer, moving his hips to increase the friction between them like putting out this fire was more important than starting a proper one or drying off from the rain.
Under the guise of doing exactly that, he draws back a little to peel Oushi's wet shirt from his body, doing the same to his own right after. He drags the older boy into an indulgent kiss, pretending not to notice how he can feel Oushi growing rock hard even through the layers of fabric they have left.]
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skin to skin, he pushes vanitas down against the floor — right over that previously and conveniently shed coat — taking advantage of his broader, sturdier frame to effectively pin the slighter man down as he ravages those yielding lips for kiss after kiss. there is no space between them, the persistent press of his hips a demanding thing. one hand buries itself in the wet tangle of vanitas' choppy locks, the other grips tight on the softest part of vanitas' thigh, as if intent on leaving the print of his hand there.
is he aware of vanitas' answering arousal? there's no way he couldn't be, the way he grinds and rocks his hips, intent on seeking their reliefs. his body battles with itself; aching to feel more while desperate to taste relief. which will win out? the answer seems to come when, eventually, the hand at vanitas' leg manages to hook its fingers into the waistband of his pants, and oushi gives a rough pull, dragging the fabric down over the swell of his ass. ]
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This is so different with Oushi. If resistance was futile back then, what good was it to even try now when the man pinning him down makes his heart race like this? Vanitas feels pure concentrated bliss being eaten up with kisses, returning each one as his hands roam over Oushi's skin, nails scraping gently across his back. Maybe his lack of resistance is because he actually wants this, he's let people claim him for so much less, but the idea of being his specifically feels good.
It takes the cold hair on his ass to sober him long enough to reach out and grab Oushi's face, not quite pushing him away as much as trying to force him to stop and look at him for a moment. Is he in there? Does he want this too, or is his mind being compelled? Past all of the fierce lust in his eyes, Vanitas can't tell.]
Oushi, wait. [Somehow Vanitas' need to finally feel the other man inside him is eclipsed by his fear of Oushi regretting this moment afterward. But only barely. It's still enough that he wants confirmation that they're both in their right minds first.] Are you sure this is what you want?
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does he want this? yes, desperately. and in this moment, more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. ]
Y-Yes, [ he gasps, because it's the truth. but this close, vanitas should be able to see the conflict in his eyes, the way those greens darken with concern. ] But—
[ but with the clarity granted by the sound of his name in vanitas' voice, he can recognize that while he might want this, with vanitas... he doesn't want it in this way. not because the hotel is making him. not because vanitas is letting it happen.
suddenly, he reels himself back. and he does it with so much force, there could not possibly be anything accidental about the way he cracks his head against the stone wall behind him — not hard enough to truly damage, but just enough to rattle that brain around a little. it's enough of a shock to his system that the urges coursing through him stutter and stall, and he can finally tear himself away from vanitas long enough to truly realize, with horror, what he'd just been so close to doing. ]
S-Sorry. I'm sorry, I—
[ he folds in on himself, clutching at his head again as it lowers to between his knees. he starts mumbling something, breathless and frantic and under his breath. should vanitas strain to hear him, he'd be able to make some of the words out: ]
Oushi —ioki... Twenty... —oto, Japan.... Oushi—
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But? [He's bracing himself for the worst. For Oushi to admit that he only wants this because his "instincts" are driving this ship. Deep down Vanitas knows that this wouldn't be the way Oushi would want things to go between them the first time it happens, and just knowing that is enough to make him say no when all he wants to say yes. If he were truly as bad as he wanted people to think he was, he wouldn't be this invested in doing things the right way.]
It's fine. You don't need to apologize. We can do-- [His voice trails off to nothing, the sound dying in his throat when he sees the way Oushi makes space between them then curls into himself. Why does his chest feel so tight seeing him this way? This isn't what he wanted. Vanitas watches helplessly as Oushi starts to spiral, but he's beside the other young man in an instant, sitting near him quietly as he listens.]
Are you okay? [He whispers softly, eventually gathering the courage to risk making things worse by pulling one of his hands away from encircling himself to hold onto instead. His ugly marked up hand closing around Oushi's to force his fingers between the other set.] I promise I'm not upset with you. [Vanitas doesn't now if this will help, or if Oushi is even listening, but he brings the other boy's hand to his lips, kissing the back of it apologetically. Maybe it would have been best to not say anything at all.]