[Vanitas is still in the process of learning this man's expressions, but some of them look similar. He can't tell if Oushi is quiet because he's in deep thought or if it was something he said to make him draw inward. It could very well be his mannerisms and unwillingness to say when he's enjoying something.
Like now. This is all very nice, and he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else for the first time. But can he communicate that in words? Nope. But he can kiss him again, it comes so easy now that it's a little scary.
His eyes drift downward automatically when Oushi pulls his robe off, but he quickly snaps his gaze back up at his face, hoping it went unnoticed. Vanitas shrugs the robe off his shoulders, but turns around before removing it entirely and getting onto the table. The modesty towel could be bigger, but he can't find the voice to complain when he's trying so hard not to be nervous about the footsteps approaching and overly aware that Oushi is naked right beside him.]
Try to remember what feels nice, and I'll do it for you later.
[There's little time between when their masseuses formally introduce themselves then get right to oiling their hands and rubbing them over like rotisserie chickens.]
[ distracted as he is, oushi doesn't even notice the path of vanitas' gaze. had oushi had more presence of mind, he might've taken the opportunity to, idk, flex a little. yes, obviously, he has little to compare to other people here, who have either been working out longer or are naturally gifted. but he's still rather proud of his body's transformation, subdued as it might be. thanks to his time in the gym, the natural muscle he had come in with are far more pronounced. his shoulders have broadened, his arms and legs have grown thicker and sturdier, and the contours of his abs are far more defined. over all — not much, in the grander scheme of things, but enough of a difference for him that he would have certainly taken the time to let vanitas look if the situation were ... you know ... a little less awkward.
honestly, this date would have been a thousand times more optimal were they actually left alone to their devices... but at the same time, maybe it's good there's something keeping them more or less behaved. (after all, what kind of date is just non-stop fucking? ... sounds nice)
no no, he should behave himself. there's always later, after all; and vanitas' words pretty much promise that. ears red and warm, oushi manages to stamp down a giddy okay into something far less embarrassing. and then he finally settles himself onto the table. but rather than keep his face down, he turns so he can rest a cheek against the cushion and watch vanitas the entire time. it's oushi who actually breaches the divide after only a few minutes of being oiled up, sneaking a hand across the way and snagging vanitas' fingers to lace theirs together.
for majority of the massage, it's actually a pleasant experience. surprisingly so, much like the rest of the package; oushi wouldn't really consider himself the type to pamper himself, but he can certainly see why someone might indulge every now and then. he manages to get through most of the massage without any issue... until the masseuse finds a particular kink in his lower back that, when just enough pressure is applied to it, the sound that gets dragged out of oushi's mouth is low, groaning, lewd.
shit, he thinks instantly, eyes wide, watching vanitas. what are the chances nobody heard that......... ]
[Vanitas' eyes eat up the view. He liked Oushi's body since the first time he saw it, inwardly cringing as he recalls asking him if he played sports in lieu of an actual compliment when they were perfect strangers. How embarrassing.
And now, he's seen Oushi's body a handful of times, and each time he does appear to be more and more toned. As perceptive as Vanitas is about his surroundings it would be impossible for him not to notice Oushi's progress even if he has no idea what motivates it. Though, he will complain later and accuse him of trying to seek attention or something equally as accusatory and rage-baity. But at least he behaves himself when there are other people around, sighing as Oushi lies down and hides under the modesty cover.
Vanitas ends up closing his eyes in response to the massage. It helps if he pretends the hands on him don't belong to strangers, but it takes a lot of effort to force himself not to think about it. His eyes only open when he feels Oushi's hand reach for his. Is it petty to be glad that he wasn't the one to seek his out first? He laces their fingers together silently. His eyes close again until he hears Oushi moan like a whore in heat and he responds with an abrupt laugh. His masseuse doesn't seem to find it funny, and pushes down hard against the backs of his hips near the base of his spine causing Vanitas to hiss then whimper. How does something hurt and feel so good all at once.
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Like now. This is all very nice, and he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else for the first time. But can he communicate that in words? Nope. But he can kiss him again, it comes so easy now that it's a little scary.
His eyes drift downward automatically when Oushi pulls his robe off, but he quickly snaps his gaze back up at his face, hoping it went unnoticed. Vanitas shrugs the robe off his shoulders, but turns around before removing it entirely and getting onto the table. The modesty towel could be bigger, but he can't find the voice to complain when he's trying so hard not to be nervous about the footsteps approaching and overly aware that Oushi is naked right beside him.]
Try to remember what feels nice, and I'll do it for you later.
[There's little time between when their masseuses formally introduce themselves then get right to oiling their hands and rubbing them over like rotisserie chickens.]
why is this so long jfc
honestly, this date would have been a thousand times more optimal were they actually left alone to their devices... but at the same time, maybe it's good there's something keeping them more or less behaved. (after all, what kind of date is just non-stop fucking? ...
sounds nice)no no, he should behave himself. there's always later, after all; and vanitas' words pretty much promise that. ears red and warm, oushi manages to stamp down a giddy okay into something far less embarrassing. and then he finally settles himself onto the table. but rather than keep his face down, he turns so he can rest a cheek against the cushion and watch vanitas the entire time. it's oushi who actually breaches the divide after only a few minutes of being oiled up, sneaking a hand across the way and snagging vanitas' fingers to lace theirs together.
for majority of the massage, it's actually a pleasant experience. surprisingly so, much like the rest of the package; oushi wouldn't really consider himself the type to pamper himself, but he can certainly see why someone might indulge every now and then. he manages to get through most of the massage without any issue... until the masseuse finds a particular kink in his lower back that, when just enough pressure is applied to it, the sound that gets dragged out of oushi's mouth is low, groaning, lewd.
shit, he thinks instantly, eyes wide, watching vanitas. what are the chances nobody heard that......... ]
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And now, he's seen Oushi's body a handful of times, and each time he does appear to be more and more toned. As perceptive as Vanitas is about his surroundings it would be impossible for him not to notice Oushi's progress even if he has no idea what motivates it. Though, he will complain later and accuse him of trying to seek attention or something equally as accusatory and rage-baity. But at least he behaves himself when there are other people around, sighing as Oushi lies down and hides under the modesty cover.
Vanitas ends up closing his eyes in response to the massage. It helps if he pretends the hands on him don't belong to strangers, but it takes a lot of effort to force himself not to think about it. His eyes only open when he feels Oushi's hand reach for his. Is it petty to be glad that he wasn't the one to seek his out first? He laces their fingers together silently. His eyes close again until he hears Oushi moan like a whore in heat and he responds with an abrupt laugh. His masseuse doesn't seem to find it funny, and pushes down hard against the backs of his hips near the base of his spine causing Vanitas to hiss then whimper. How does something hurt and feel so good all at once.
This is Satan's work.]
Augh.