Even without that past relationship, Vanitas would've encouraged Saix into letting him dominate him. Or would have left him long ago out of boredom. There was a fascination that came with the ability to swap roles without having to worry about denial or resistance (the non-fun resistance, that was). It wasn't his business to pry into Saix' life, just as he had no interest in telling Saix about his own. A pragmatist, the now was his reason for staying around. The past was there, shaped them, but why bother slaving away to it when he could find so much more amusement and life within the present?
Like that curse right up there. He pulled back, scraping his teeth over the hard mast in his mouth, pinging sensitive nerves almost to the point of pain. And then pushed down again, swallowing him to the base as his lips and tongue played with what his teeth had just finished marking. Having Saix down like this was a damn nice change of pace. Wait for it... just a few moments more... and that moan came. Vaintas' eyes opened halfway, the same predatory gaze from before glowing within them. That's what he wanted, when he knew Saix had given up. Fingers slipped away from the man's body, reaching towards the small compartment resting within the corner of the shower. A water-resistant storage location for various things, such as body wash, scents for bathing, and...
Vanitas drew off him with an obscene 'pop' from his mouth, making it louder than it should be, but enjoying it because of that. “Nice moan,” he purred, leaning up from the man's arousal and drawing closer to his face. He shifted on his knees as he brought their mouths closer, his black spikes, heavy with water, dripping against Saix's forehead. “I like it when you sound like that, like wanton whore begging for more.” A pink tongue traced the man's upper lip as his other hand continued to wander around between the spread muscles, tracing his middle finger about the tight ring. “It makes me wanna fuck you.” And bit him, right on the lower lip, hard enough to sent a spark of pain before separated, dragging his lip between his teeth. “Until you're screaming.” A purring chuckle bled along the man's skin and Vanitas pulled his hand back between them.
“Too bad for you.” The younger man slowly stroked his fingers along the newest addition to their shower, a long white toy that had seen far more use between them over the past two weeks than it really should have. “I don't feel like using my fingers.”
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Like that curse right up there. He pulled back, scraping his teeth over the hard mast in his mouth, pinging sensitive nerves almost to the point of pain. And then pushed down again, swallowing him to the base as his lips and tongue played with what his teeth had just finished marking. Having Saix down like this was a damn nice change of pace. Wait for it... just a few moments more... and that moan came. Vaintas' eyes opened halfway, the same predatory gaze from before glowing within them. That's what he wanted, when he knew Saix had given up. Fingers slipped away from the man's body, reaching towards the small compartment resting within the corner of the shower. A water-resistant storage location for various things, such as body wash, scents for bathing, and...
Vanitas drew off him with an obscene 'pop' from his mouth, making it louder than it should be, but enjoying it because of that. “Nice moan,” he purred, leaning up from the man's arousal and drawing closer to his face. He shifted on his knees as he brought their mouths closer, his black spikes, heavy with water, dripping against Saix's forehead. “I like it when you sound like that, like wanton whore begging for more.” A pink tongue traced the man's upper lip as his other hand continued to wander around between the spread muscles, tracing his middle finger about the tight ring. “It makes me wanna fuck you.” And bit him, right on the lower lip, hard enough to sent a spark of pain before separated, dragging his lip between his teeth. “Until you're screaming.” A purring chuckle bled along the man's skin and Vanitas pulled his hand back between them.
“Too bad for you.” The younger man slowly stroked his fingers along the newest addition to their shower, a long white toy that had seen far more use between them over the past two weeks than it really should have. “I don't feel like using my fingers.”