[The moment 'Ventus' makes a move, Vanitas is going after him. It's not a good move on either part; the blonde hitting the bed with a loud groan, and Vanitas landing square between the other's thighs, hissing his frustation and pain into Roxas' chest. His throat feels far to dry, and his mouth tastes like he'd been eating a bucket of flour. The more awake he is, the more aware he becomes of his body; a harsh sting across his shoulders and upper back, like scratch marks. A tangible throb in his neck-- was he bruised?]
[And of course the horrific itching sensation of dried spunk across his stomach and thighs. To sum it all; he wasn't impressed. Not in the slightest.]
[And yet he still grins, pushing his upper body up onto his arms, snatching up Roxas' wrists and pinning them on either side of his head.]
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[And of course the horrific itching sensation of dried spunk across his stomach and thighs. To sum it all; he wasn't impressed. Not in the slightest.]
[And yet he still grins, pushing his upper body up onto his arms, snatching up Roxas' wrists and pinning them on either side of his head.]
What does it look like?