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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme!

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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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.”

Likewise, Saix had little interest in Vanitas' past. He'd never asked more than the basic things one might ask when just getting to know someone. Name, age, occupation, those sort of things. Vanitas' family, friends, previous relationships and sexual history? Irrelevant. Unless Vanitas freely volunteered such information, Saix didn't care to know.

That little sting of pain when Vanitas scraped his teeth over such sensitive flesh just made it feel all the more intense. Normally, he was not a big fan of pain, but in these situations? It was a nice addition to their sexual games. Being slapped, spanked, having his hair pulled, being bitten and scratched were all things he very much enjoyed when he was in the right mood for it. Hell, he didn't need to be in a submissive mood to enjoy the latter two things, considering that Vanitas was quite rough no matter if he topped or bottomed. He was just more so when he was the one in charge and Saix definitely welcomed it then, needed it even.

He felt a little disappointed when Vanitas' mouth left his cock, but that feeling soon passed when the younger man leaned over him and spoke in that damned sultry voice. He was so damn good with his mouth, whether he was sucking Saix's cock, demanding to be fucked or whispering filthy, degrading words into Saix's ear--it always seemed to drive Saix out of his mind with arousal. All Saix could really do was to moan again, trying to press his lower body up against Vanitas' like a bitch in heat.

When Vanitas began to reach for the shower compartment, Saix had a good idea of what he was after. After all, it was where they kept their most recently used toy. Saix had never been much for masturbation, with toys or otherwise, and so it had of course been Vanitas who had been the one to introduce toys into their sexlife. Saix had, as with most sexual things, been somewhat hesistant at first, but well... needless to say, Vanitas had been quite able to "convince" him. That toy in particular had brought them both much pleasure and Saix quivered a bit when Vanitas took it out and showed him.

"Yes, fuck me..." he breathed out, eyes lidded and slightly glazed over as he looked back at Vanitas, "Please." Adding a plea, because he knew Vanitas liked that and would be more like to heed his request if he begged for it.

Sometimes he gave out information; whether or not it was true was left to Saix to decide. Things like past partners and how they did things worse (or better) than Saix. His occupation tended to change as weeks moved on, so that was something too. But he had money, obviously, and interest in Saix. Not just for the sex, he liked his person too, but still, sex tended to be their main draw, something he had no problem with.

Like right now. He knew that bite of pain was enough to push Saix up to the next peak, letting him know what was going on. Pain wasn't a big part of their play; Vanitas liked feeling alive, but not at the expense of his fingers being broken or whatever. Though hair pulling, biting, scratching, stretching, dry fucking, hell yes. Those things he liked. A lot. Even if he wasn't bottoming, he liked those things, especially when that biting and scratching came from a whorishly-clingy, blue-haired man trying to regulate all the damn good feelings ramming up his ass. He knew Saix needed this sometimes, and he was more than welcome to offer it. Because fuck, he liked seeing the man like this.

That moan told him he was reaching that spot and his lips curved again in a devilish intention. Yeah, he took all the blame for bringing those fun little extras into their bedroom. Dropping his free hand, Vanitas lightly traced his middle finger along the exposed pink ring between Saix' legs, not even daring to hint at penetrating him with it. Just to tell him exactly what he wasn't going to get. “You like that, don't you?” he husked. “When I bite you, when I make you moan.” He chuckled as the man tried to get his lower body up against him and deliberately avoided its press. “Can't have you shoving my finger up your ass now can I?” he purred at the motion and his deprivation.

Convincing Saix to accept those toys into their routine had been fun. The first night he'd brought them home, a dildo, anal beads, and love egg, he'd practically shoved Saix against the couch and kept him pinned there while he fucked himself with those toys, showing him just how damn good it could feel to expand your horizons. Only after he had his partner promising he'd take one up the ass did Vanitas let him start pulling the anal beads out; Saix's eyes had been amazing to watch. He dropped the toy to the ground and slowly nudged the white head up against his partner's ass, nudging it between his cheeks.

“Hm?” A raven brow arched. He shifted forward, leaning his chest to the older man's, corner of his mouth twitched up. “What'd you say?” Fuck me. Oh he knew what he said; but this way... Slowly, Vanitas began to twist the toy, rubbing it against his hole and prodding the muscle. Water wasn't the best lube, but then again, Saix could handle some stretching as his body got used to it. But he didn't thrust it in yet, more keen on wringing that beg back out. “Tell me exactly what you want, babe.”

Saix didn't much care if the few things Vanitas had told him about himself were true or not. They weren't a married couple, they weren't even really a couple at all. That wasn't to say he couldn't enjoy Vanitas' company outside of sex, but the physical aspects of their relationship was always given highest priority.

His nails dug into Vanitas' scalp again and he groaned. The teasing was driving him mad. "Yes," he gasped in response, as if the question really needed to be answered, considering how his body was reacting. The pain was part of it, but he also liked the marks Vanitas left on him, even if they sometimes forced him to wear polo shirts to work. Not that it was anything particularily strange to anyone, since Saix had always been very modest and proper in the way he dressed.

Saix definitely did not regret letting Vanitas introduce toys into their sexlife. He too could very well remember the first time. Watching Vanitas fuck himself with the toys had been a very nice treat and it had been enough to convince Saix to take them up his own ass. He'd liked the dildo the most, probably because it was the most like an actual cock, but the other two had been quite nice too. Toys had since become a good way to drive Saix out of his mind with pleasure before he got fucked and he very much enjoyed that.

"I want you to fuck me," he got out, voice louder and more insistent this time. He knew that Vanitas had heard his first plea, but it wasn't exactly surprising that he'd be made to beg even more. He was more than willing to do so, especially with how damn good it felt when the younger man rubbed the dildo against his hole. "Please," he continued, pressing his ass against the tip of the dildo, "Shove it in me. Hard." He wanted that bit of searing pain as he got filled up, wanted it so badly his legs trembled and his cock twitched.

Good, that made their relationship go along much smoother than it could have been. And hell, married? One of them'd probably be dead by now if that'd been the case. A couple was only a sort of twisted, romantic thought about their current state, but there were a few times when physical took backseat for something else.

Rare times. Vanitas hissed as the nails bit into his head, a growl sliding out afterwards in a mixture of displeasure and encouragement at Saix's response. He liked his answers, even to those kinds of questions. Lips wandered up the side of his neck, leaving warm dots that washed away in the water, occasionally scraping his teeth along his skin, sometimes hard enough to hurt. One or two times enough to leave a mark that even the man's high collar wouldn't be able to cover at work. Always a fun ploy for him to find in the morning and bitch at him over his shoulder.

The darker male'd been pleased enough to see Saix take to the toys so readily after one demonstration. And he never forgot them as ways to send him to his knees. Like now. Twisting the end of the dildo against the tight pucker, watching the way his legs tensed and his toes twitched against the tiles. “Oh you want it bad, don't you,” he purred against the underside of the man's chin, teeth catching at the curve of bone and hanging there as he ground the rounded end forward. Just enough to feel that first part at the very center of his muscle. And backwards again. But he wasn't going to reward him until he got his question answered...

“Heh.” Loud. Demanding. Perfect. Oh, and even a please. “So modest,” he murmured, mocking him despite the sex in his voice. Modesty went to crass and Vanitas' eyes instantly flashed with his unconcealed love of hearing Saix's frigid proper melt into the lewd hot. He twisted, corkscrewing the man's hole with the tip of the toy a few more times before pulling back and giving him a rapid series of nudges and shallow thrusts. Teeth found Saix's mouth, biting down on his lower lip. Enough that his words came out half-muffled, half exotic. “Good boy.” And then gave him what he wanted, a hard shove that forced the white end against Saix's ass, pushing his ring inward, muscle straining against the water-slicked penetration for a moment. And then surrendered under his force as Saix's ass opened with a 'pop' Vanitas felt through the toy. Without waiting for him to adjust, he sank more than three inches into him, stretching him around the toy.

“Mmm, that felt good, didn't it?” Oh he knew it hurt.

Saix was feeling far too good right now to even realise that Vanitas' teeth were biting down on places on his throat that even a polo shirt might have trouble covering up. It was undoubtedly something he would complain about later, but for now he simply let his head fall to the side to give the younger man even better access to his skin. His throat and neck area had always been very sensitive and so he felt any stimulation of it in a very intense way.

The teasing was so frustrating it made him whimper a little. His feet scraped over the floor as he tried to grind himself harder against the tip of the dildo. "Yes," he repeated in a breathy whisper, his hand sinking deeper into Vanitas' hair, "Please.."

Good boy. Those words had a strange effect on him. A mixture of annoyance at being patronized and some sort of satisfaction at being praised. He managed to give Vanitas a sort of glare while still looking completely drunk on sex and lust, and then he felt the dildo being shoved up inside of him. Oh, fuck, it did hurt. Saix let out a choked groan, a mixture of pleasure and pain as his other arm went around Vanitas' neck, his nails digging into his wet skin.

"Oh, f-fuck you..." he gasped out, even though he had literally begged for this. It wasn't truly a complaint, though. He liked the pain, liked the feeling of his ass stretching to accomodate the toy, liked feeling so damn filled up. Really, his biggest motivation to keep some of his attitude in place was that it might inspire Vanitas to be rougher, to fuck it out of him, which was exactly what he wanted. He could definitely be a bit of a glutton for punishment when in this kind of mood.

That was one of his favorite tricks, leaving marks when Saix was too distracted to notice them. The following morning, listening to Saix growl and complain about having to do something to conceal that mark was always amusing, letting him lie back in bed and simply watch the man fuss with his neck or his back or wherever he left the mark. But as Saix bared more of his neck, he moved into the touch, biting down harder and then breaking off to lap at the skin, soothing the mark. Before biting again, working on making it dark and giving it staying power. Knowing just how sensitive his partner was made it even better.

Working his hand to prevent Saix from starting the fun early, Vanitas let him strive for that pleasure, not even bothering to deny the surge of enjoyment when he heard his legs move and his feet scrape against the wet tiles. “So damn eager,” he husked against the side of his neck, breathing over the mark again. The hand in his hair was no longer a source of power, but rather some kind of desperate hold to keep his grounds.

But then—mhn!—it was in and Vanitas pulled away from Saix's neck right before it happened, golden eyes eagerly seizing onto his face and drinking in his expression. The split-second glare, imbued with all its sexual inhibitions and passion, made his body throb and a spurt of precome lanced from his own erection, belying his sadistic streak that never failed to get off when he was “torturing” his partner. Having Saix in his power like this was amazing. He gripped harder on the end of the dildo when the man groaned, pain and pleasure all over his voice, leaning in just close enough that his arms could hold around his neck and nails could bite into his skin. “Already did that,” he whispered in response to that gasp.

A soft laugh bled out between them and Vanitas twisted the toy a little, dropping his eyes to watch the way Saix's spiraled around the white material. “Damn, Saix,” he purred. “You're gripping it hard. I can feel your ass trying to push it back out.” Because not even this stopped his dirty talk. He gave the toy a tiny nudge, not pushing further in, but just rubbing his inside with it. “Look at you, all stretched out and taking it.” Oh he knew Saix was tempting him to go wild, knew he wanted to really get the fuck literally driven out of him. That wanton mood was on and Vantias liked to drag it out and make him really work for it. “Now cuss for me.” And jerked his arm back, pulling the toy out of him entirely.

Only gave him five seconds to make noise before he plunged it back inside with a humming teasing sound.

A lot of the complaints were just for show, if Saix was going to be completely honest, because a rather big part of him liked the marks. They reminded him of what had transpired between them and he liked the feeling of having them. Vanitas probably knew that too, but well, complaining about it was just kind of part of their dynamic. The bites to his neck felt so damn good too. He shuddered, desperately clinging to Vanitas at this point, even more so when he heard those words being murmured against his neck and felt Vanitas' hot breath against his skin.

Oh, fuck, it was torture. Being so stimulated in all the right places, but not quite getting what he needed to reach the satisfaction he craved. It was more than a little obvious that Vanitas got off on having him like this, controlling him and giving him that amazing combination of pain and pleasure. Saix could only moan, moving against Vanitas' body as best he could, but due to being practically pinned against the wall his movements were quite limited.

The dirty talking was always welcome as it intensified the lust Saix felt, whether he was bottoming or topping. When the toy was pulled out of him Saix let out a loud, protesting groan and he wasted no time adhering to Vanitas' demand. "F-Fuck-- you ass, don't stop...!" He knew that Vanitas was just trying to get a rise out of him and that this was exactly what he wanted, but he didn't much care right now. All he wanted was to be fucked, and fortunately he didn't have to wait long before the dildo was shoved back inside of him again. His eyes immediately fell shut and he groaned loudly, his toes curling as he felt it hit home. Precome bubbled up from the tip of his straining erection and he moved himself so that he could grind it against Vanitas' stomach, needing some friction.

It felt so incredible he began moaning incoherently, "Oh, fuck, please," he gasped, not even certain what exactly he was begging for.

Vanitas knew that; it was one of the reasons he continued to give them to Saix despite those complaints. A proof of their relationship, what they did, how they got along, and the back and forth of power. He would sit at home and trace his fingers over the marks he left the night before, listening to the man alternate between a groan and a growl. Listening to his whines was something he liked because it was both a power rush and a pleasure. He bit him, scratched him, occasionally left bruises on him from gripping him too hard (though sometimes that was Saix's fault if Vanitas was on the bottom).

Each shudder told him he was doing better and better. He tilted his head again, wandering lips over his collar bone, biting down every now and then, sucking on his skin, leaving soft marks. Sometimes harder ones. This was his body, his person, his plaything that he could use and mark and leave claims on that no one else could get to. No one else could have him. This man was his. “You'd be freer to run if you weren't so trapped,” he hummed against the underside of his ear again, licking at the skin once more before biting on his lobe and tugging, just enough to it almost hurting, and let go.

But man, he had to break away and just watch with glowing eyes as the man protested the removal. “Don't panic, bitch,” he purred after Saix cussed at him, twisting the toy around in his hand a few times. Mmm, that f-word and being called “ass” melded perfectly for that begging voice wanting him not to stop. Getting a rise out of the man during these times was such a thrill. A simple angle and he had him sinking around the toy once again. Vanitas glanced up at him once more and then slowly lowered, reluctant about losing the pressure against Saix's erection, sliding his legs out behind him. It took a little bit of flexibility and finally saying “fuck it” to the curtain keeping the water in, but he was soon lounging on the floor, with one of Saix's legs hiked over his back while his head rested on the man's other thigh.

Giving him complete access to his hole and the toy's motions. As well as control over his legs. He pushed again, feeding another inch of that white toy inside. “Look at you,” he whispered. “As smooth as glass all stretched around it. Vanitas lazily twisted the toy again, watching the man's skin spiral just slightly as he reached out and brushed his fingertip over the rim of skin clinging to the toy's surface. Slowly, he began to move it back and forth, torturing him with the leisurely fucking. Left the man's leaking cock free to fall against his abs... and open for teasing from Vanitas' free hand. He knew he wanted that, the friction, but he also didn't trust him to hold out long if he jerked him off while fucking him with the toy. “So,” he murmured, as if discussing the weather, but his voice was edged with sexual desire. “Do you want every inch of it rammed up your greedy ass... or would you only like half and I'll fuck you against the wall till you blow your load afterward?”

Saix shuddered when he felt Vanitas' lips against his ear. "I do not want to be free," he murmured in response, voice breathy and wavering. No, right now he wanted to be owned, claimed by the younger man. Being trapped against the wall and being bitten so possessively definitely made him feel like he was. Yes, he would definitely complain about them in the morning as per usual, but right now he wanted more as every sharp sting of pain sent a wave of pleasure straight to his already painfully hard cock.

Another noise of protest left his lips when Vanitas began to move down on him, causing him to lose the wonderful friction against his hard cock. God, he wanted to touch himself so badly, but he knew he'd probably come right away if he did, and he certainly didn't want that to happen just yet. He instead kept his hands busy by letting both of them sink into Vanitas' mess of hair, now wet from the water streaming down over them. Seeing Vanitas down there between his legs was a nice view, however, and so he couldn't complain too much. Not to mention that the toy being teased in and out of him continued to give him pleasure.

Saix groaned, looking at Vanitas with half-lidded, lust-hazy eyes. "I want you inside me," he got out between ragged breaths, "Please, fill me up with your cock..." He was so turned on all he could think about was how badly he wanted to feel Vanitas' erection inside of him, fucking him until he could no longer form any coherent thoughts. All sense of shame and dignity had left him; now he just wanted to be pounded hard. The toy, as good as it felt, really couldn't compare to the real thing. Not by a long shot.

“Careful what you wish for,” Vanitas husked, not at all putting it past himself to keep the other man a captive as long as he wanted, screw what Saix felt. (Though honestly, he wouldn't, just because he didn't want to fuck up a great thing.) But now, he could definitely keep him trapped, pinned to the wall by his chest as much as that dildo was threatening to skewer him right to the tiles. Leaving Saix a bitten, kissed, sucked on, and currently-being-fucked mess on the shower floor. Mmm, maybe he'd do him so hard, it wouldn't be the marks his partner would be concerned about showing up at work.

It'd be himself.

Splayed out as he was on the shower floor himself, he continued his torment, legs languidly sticking out of the shower's main area and brushing back and forth against each other like a contented cat's tail. Working the toy in and out of him, watching it squelch inside the stretched ring of Saix's ass as he pulled it from his body, then returned it with another firm push, he could seriously do this all day. A breathy chuckle drifted from his mouth as he got his answer, ragged and tattered like Saix's inhibitions right now. “Come on, bastard,” he hummed. “After I just laid down like this?”

And nuzzled his head against Saix's thigh in petulant clarification, giving his side a light lift so the man could feel his other leg rub up and down the younger's ribs. Twisting the toy inside his partner's body again, Vanitas started speeding up the pace, rocking it in and out, driving further and deeper, knowing where the larger man liked it. But true to Saix's 'preference,' he never pushed the toy in halfway. Yet. He might have some mercy if the man begged him for it.

“You know I can get you off twice,” he hummed, reaching his free hand over with the threat and lightly pushed the tip of his index finger against the head of the other man's throbbing arousal. Slowly, Vanitas began to trace the fingertip around the curved tip, digging his nail into the small slit at the tip for a moment before drawing back and languishing the feeling of his precum sticking to his finger. “You're trying so hard not to blow all over yourself, even with this--” And shoved the toy back in halfway, rapidly twisting and quivering it over and over. “--crammed up your ass.” A sinful smirk glazed Vanitas' lips. “I bet you can't take much more before you break.”

Saix, of course, wouldn't want to be anyone's captive under any normal circumstances, but when he was like this--completely submissive and drunk on lust--that idea didn't seem unappealing at all. He dug his nails into Vanitas' scalp again, pushing his lower body up against the younger man, even though he didn't get any friction from it. They were just desperate, wanton movements at this point.

It had happened that some of his students had taken note of the hickeys on his throat, but most of them respected him enough not to say anything about it. Most of them. There was always that one smartass who had to point it out and make some comment about how their professor had gotten lucky. Generally a stern glare from Saix would shut them up, though. He did not want to know what the students said when he wasn't around to hear it, though. He couldn't even imagine how awkward it would be if Vanitas were to ever show up at his job though, as it wasn't something he'd ever considered might happen (if he had thought about it, though, he would've concluded that it was the kind of thing he wouldn't put it past Vanitas to do).

He kind of regretted his words as Vanitas continued to tease him with the dildo, not pushing it in deep enough for Saix's liking. The fact that Vanitas clearly enjoyed torturing him like this just heightened Saix's enjoyment of this whole situatio. There was just something so very hot about Vanitas being controlling, dominant and with the ability to turn Saix into such a mess. It had been a while since he'd felt so wrecked and Vanitas hadn't even shoved his cock in him yet.

"F-Fuck, Vanitas..." Saix shuddered violently when he felt Vanitas' finger grazing his cock. "Please, deeper..." Vanitas was of course entirely right, both about being able to get him off twice and that Saix couldn't take much more at this rate. Despite the fact that the toy wasn't being pushed deep enough in him--he was far too aroused now to hold onto his self-control for much longer. "I'm so fucking close," he got out, clenching hard around the toy and trying to get it deeper inside of him by rocking down against him. It was a pretty futile attempt as Vanitas was the one with the control over the dildo, but it didn't stop him from trying.

Vanitas liked having a captive at times. Saix fit the bill more often than not when those moods hit. “Remember your collar?” he husked against the inside of his thigh, wandering back to that time he had the man on a leash in the bedroom, arms behind his back via handcuffs... Oh that was a good night. Weeknights were Vanitas' favorites, simply because Saix had to go to work the next morning and hide the night's activities. He hissed a bit at the hands digging into his hair and biting his head with his nails, but it just turned him on even more.

Each buck of his hips, wanton and desperate, were testament to just how good he was going. No, he'd thought a few times of going to Saix's work, just show up waiting for him at the back of the class, leaning against the door in his heavy black boots, tight black jeans, belts and chain necklace and sleeveless V-neck for everyone to go staring at and asking questions. And he'd just look at Saix with every single insinuating tantalizing intention of making people know exactly why he was here and what he was to Saix. That would be amazing... and probably the reason he didn't do it.

No one else needed to be thinking of him and Saix like this.

“Deeper, hm?” Vanitas murmured, leaning his head to the side and slowly tracing his tongue up the edge of his partner's length. “I thought you agreed to halfway.” Right, because Saix was thinking so clearly now. He twisted the dildo again, working it in and out at a faster pace, almost as much as his arm could go. And then stopped, leaving him to just hover and sing around the white toy as he lapped at the head of his cock. “You're so wet right now,” he purred, running his upper lip over the tip of the man's arousal, letting him feel the way his precome smeared over Vanitas' mouth and dribble down to the corner of his lips. Turning his head, he spread the slick clear liquid along his cheek, looking up at the man with a sinfully hungry gaze.

When Saix pushed against it, he lazily twitched his hand backwards, forbidding him from getting it. “Hn, you sound so pretty when you beg like that, Saix,” he murmured, tilting his head against and moving his mouth over the thick length pulsing at him. “Guess I'll just get you off twice. So go ahead. Blow your load.” And then pushed the heel of his hand against the back of the dildo's balls. “Make a fucking mess.” And shoved, plunging the entire length of it up inside his lover's ass, screw his prep or not. Instantly Vanitas dropped his mouth, swallowing every inch of the large erection that had been inside his ass almost half an hour ago. Sucking him, swallowing, tongue going to every erogenous point he could reach. He'd blow his mind one way or another, as many times as he wanted.

Saix already reddened face turned an even deeper shade of crimson at the mention of that. Of course he remembered the collar... As well as the leash, the handcuffs and how he'd struggled to hide the marks around his throat and wrists the next day. The thought just seemed to turn him on even more. It was so humiliating and embarrassing, more so with how excited it all made him. He certainly wouldn't mind for something similiar to happen now as he was definitely in the right kind of mood for it.

Vanitas was not like to blend in very well at the university Saix worked at, despite being around the same age as Saix's students. Most of the students at the university came from upper-class backgrounds and someone like Vanitas would most probably garner quite a few looks and whispers. They'd be even less likely to forget about him if he came specifically looking for Saix. In other words, it would not be very good for Saix's professional life if it were to happen.

Saix's entire body trembled when Vanitas' tongue came in contact with his rock hard cock and it was almost enough to make him blow his load right there and then, but he managed to keep his release at bay for a few more moments. "O-Oh, fuck," he groaned. Vanitas looked so fucking good like that, licking at his cock and smearing precum on his face. The look in Vanitas' eyes just made it even hotter.

He shook again as Vanitas spoke, knowing what was coming and very much anticipating it. Saix cried out loudly when the toy was shoved inside of him, penetrating him fully. The pleasure he felt was intensified when Vanitas swallowed down his cock and even if he had wanted to he would not have been able to keep his climax at bay any longer. He came hard, fingers gripping so hard at Vanitas' hair his knuckles turned white as he filled the younger man's mouth with his load. Gasps and moans fell like prayers from his lips as he rocked his hips to Vanitas' mouth, probably shoving his cock in too deep for comfort, but right now he was far beyond caring.

After a moment of riding out his orgasm he finally came down from it and slumped back against the wet tile wall behind him, still breathing heavily. His grip on Vanitas' hair loosened and eventually his hand fell away entirely from it and simply dropped to the floor. He didn't even need to look at Vanitas to know that the younger man was far from done with him, though, and the thought sent a shiver through him.

He had far too much fun kicking back and thinking over Saix's trouble hiding whatever marks he left on him during their later excursions. Tugging at his sleeves and collar, shrugging shoulders or hunching. It was so damn tempting to go to school and just shadow him for the hell of it. Of course, there was that other sliver of jade if someone saw Saix, his marks, and thought he'd be easy prey. That was something Vanitas wouldn't stand for. The man was his and like hell would someone else get to him without permission.

Vanitas' laugh rippled soft over Saix's cock as he tongued over the surface, knowing just how close that brought his lover to climax. Seeing him quiver and shake as he tried to hold in his release grabbed his pleasure like nothing else and he slipped the tip of his tongue against the small hole at the apex once more, tasting the mixture of water trickling over it and precome spilling out of it. “Getting there, gorgeous,” he husked, nuzzling him once more.

But that cry... Fuuuck, that cry. Golden eyes blazed in a hellish glow as he snapped his gaze up towards his partner, wanting to take in every aspect of his climax. He knew it must hurt like a bitch to some degree, but Saix liked it rough in this mood. He corkscrewed the toy inside him, rubbing the man's perineum with the white balls capping the base of the dildo. He wanted it, wanted it more than he had before in the living room. Sucking him off while Saix held the reigns was pleasure in and of itself, but blowing his mind when Saix was already out of his own was a special kind of bliss.

A heady hum vibrated over the rock-like shaft buried in his mouth and Vanitas kept his eyes open as he felt the man thicken inside his lips, pushing his head against the back of his throat, into it, and then gulped when he finally came. Swallowing down every pulse that spilled out of him. He made it loud, reaching up to Saix's ears as he drank everything he gave him. Lips stretched around his girth, chin nudging at his balls, his hand working the toy around in circles inside him, his body stretched out in its languid pose along the man's legs. The grip in his hair only made things better, each sound Saix made locked away for later, and he rocked his head with the other's hip motions.

Yeah, sometimes it went farther than he wanted, sending a rush if panic through his mind, but it mingled with a twisted pleasure of his own, juggling who had the “control” at the moment in an exotic clash. When Saix finally finished—fuck the man had stamina—Vanitas took his sweet time drawing back, letting him feel every slide of his lips along his now-tender shaft, sucking and licking a few more times as he pulled off him. Drips of cum and saliva and water slid from his lips, a lewd image almost like a wild animal. His eyes lidded under his bangs, and a ragged pant tumbled from his mouth.

“We're not done yet..."

Vanitas wouldn't, at least, have to worry about Saix fucking someone else. It was already strange enough for him to have an almost purely sexually relationship with someone--he wasn't really interested in having that with someone else at the same time. One-night-stands was an even more unlikely thing to happen. He'd been hit on plenty of times, by both men and women, but it would take someone as interesting as Vanitas to catch his eye. Even then... while they were hardly what one could call a serious, comitted couple--Saix was and had always been someone who stuck to one partner at a time. He had no idea if Vanitas was the same, but if Vanitas was fucking other people as well--Saix didn't want to know about it.

Then again, Vanitas' tendency to be somewhat possessive over Saix, especially when they were like this made Saix think that he probably wasn't.

Vanitas' mouth always felt so good. Almost too good, especially in situations like these. His dick was so oversensitive now that when Vanitas pulled away and slid his lips down his shaft, Saix trembled from the feeling. It didn't help that the dildo was still stuffed inside of him, making him squirm a little--both from pleasure and mild discomfort. He could feel the pain more clearly now, but it definitely didn't put him off in any way.

Saix trembled again seeing Vanitas like that. He looked practically animalistic and it was so fucking hot. "Good," he breathed out, looking straight at Vanitas with eyes that were clouded over with lust. "Fucking wreck me..." He wanted to be fucked, humiliated and used until he could barely stand it any longer.

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fml -_- weekend drama. getting to be a habit I wish would break.

no worries! your replies are always worth waiting for ♥

Thanks for the vouch of good faith. Sorry it's slowed down, but i'll continue plugging away~

like i said, no worries~

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