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Without breaking eye-contact, Noé pressed his thumb against Vanitas' tongue, rubbing at the gums in slow circular motion. Vanitas seemed to relax visibly at the protrusion, his shoulders slacking against the wall as he leaned the weight of his head against Noé's hand. An uncharacteristic display of trust that the both of them should be used to by now, but Noé's heart knocked heavily against his chest regardless, hyper aware of the desperation simmering just below his throat.
Noé tipped Vanitas' jaw up then, pleased by the way Vanitas seemed to go quiet not just in voice, but in his thoughts too, slipping into velveteen obedience he would never admit anywhere else. Noé's eyes flickered down to meet Vanitas' as he glided his thumb against glistening, waiting lips. A silver of mischief flashed behind Vanitas' vitriol blue eyes, fleeting, but it was in that moment Noé realised he planned this, that from the moment they crossed the threshold to their room, to the needless bickering over unimportant details, Vanitas had hoped that they'd end up here, with Noé's hand grasping his jaw, pinning him in place against smooth gypsum plaster.
"Vanitas-" we shouldn't be doing this, Noé wanted to say, despite envisioning Vanitas beneath him exactly like this, on countless nights where he altered the world formula just to hear the steady heartbeat six feet beside him. He knew he wanted Vanitas in more ways than he was capable of understanding, but not like this.
"Shh, Noé, stop thinking." Vanitas reached up to press the pad of his gloved index finger against Noé's lips, mirroring their position, but he didn't stay there for long, instead opting to drag the claw of his gloves down Noé's jaw, then his neck, scratching lightly at the skin just above his collarbone, and suddenly Noé couldn't think any more, it burned everywhere Vanitas touched, and it burned everywhere they were not touching. Pulled by the Jovian gravity of the man before him, Noé leaned in. Finally, he felt Vanitas' heartbeat on his lips, in his tongue, and relief flooded through his veins.
Vanitas tasted like coffee and smoke, the kind of cigar Noé would crinkle his nose at the smell of. It should taste disgusting, nothing like the caramel Noé favours, but the skin there was thin enough that he could feel blood throbbing just beneath, the sweetness of it diffusing through arterial walls. Oh, how easy it would be, to elongate his teeth and sink into Vanitas' lips. He pulled away.
"You're still thinking." Vanitas ran a hand through Noé's hair, as if to scold him, but there was no heat to it, there was not really anything to it at all, and that angered Noé, somehow, driving him to grasp both of Vanitas' wrists and pin them above his head. He slipped the thumb of his free hand back into Vanitas' mouth, tugging against swollen lips.
"You should be more careful around a vampire," Noé whispered against the shell of Vanitas' ear as he dipped his head down to taste the skin beneath his jaw. He wanted to talk, he didn't want any part of whatever self-sabotaging game Vanitas was playing right now, but the warmth of Vanitas' skin against his lips only pulled him down further. He couldn't stop now, not when Vanitas shuddered against him as he swiped his tongue against a nipple. Not when Vanitas immediately held onto him when Noé released his arms, like he needed Noé to keep him afloat, like he needed Noé more than Noé needed him.
Noé slipped a leg between Vanitas, there was no going back now, with how hard the both of them are beneath their slacks. Vanitas seemed to have given up all pretense of polite company, grinding down on Noé's leg as he muffled a moan against Noé's thumb, still caught between Vanitas' teeth. For a burning moment they both imagined it to be Noé's cock instead, thick and heavy against Vanitas' swollen lips.
Vanitas unfastened both of their pants with deft hands, and the clang of his belt buckle echoed against their walls. He was glad they never opened the windows, as the pure guttural sound he made when Vanitas finally wrapped his hands around him left little to imagination. Noé buried his face in the crook of Vanitas' neck to stifle his moans as Vanitas squeezed and slided up his shaft experimentally, suede gloves catching against skin in a way that intensified each touch. Distantly, Noé remembered their neighbours went out for the day, maybe Vanitas planned that, too.
Wanting to return the touch, Noé reached into Vanitas' pants, but a clawed hand caught his wrist. Vanitas pushed a small vial into Noé's hand until he got the hint.
"Let's just get straight to the point, hmm?" Vanitas whispered against Noé's lips. As much as Noé wanted this - needed this - Vanitas' impatience frustrated him somehow, he knew Vanitas couldn't stand going slow, because it allowed him too much time to think. One day, Noé promised himself, one day he is going to spend an entire day taking Vanitas apart just to show him that he deserved to have intimacy, that Noé wanted to give him everything, and that he wasn't going to just fuck him and leave him like his other night time companions.
Noé prodded at Vanitas' entrance with oiled fingers until Vanitas relaxed enough for him to slip one finger in. He moved slowly against tight muscles, curling his finger gently until Vanitas arched backwards, head thudding loudly against the wall as he squeezed his eyes shut, mouth opening around a silent moan. Pleased by the reaction, Noé curled into that same spot once more, letting the pleasure of it distract Vanitas from the stretch of a second finger. They stayed like this for a while, until Vanitas pushed back at him impatiently, looking up at Noé with eyes that were almost pleading. It is a good look on him, Noé thought, tucking away the image in his head for later.
"Get on with it." Vanitas grasped at Noé's hips when Noé made no move to proceed further.
"Hmm, I don't know, you are still tight." Noé smiled, but his own hardness inhibited the impulse to tease. Noé removed his fingers to pull Vanitas' legs up around his waist. "You are not allowed to regret this," he said against Vanitas' jaw as he pushed into the burning tightness.
Noé is big, bigger than anyone Vanitas has ever had before, and certainly bigger than the glass plug Vanitas stows in a box underneath his bed. It hurt, and Vanitas was certain that he would be able to feel it for days after, but the burning stretch felt amazing, he felt full in a way he had never felt before, and he felt warm, so warm, being enveloped by Noé in every sense of the word. It made his heart stutter so intensely that he couldn't attribute it entirely to lust. Vanitas rocked back against Noé then, he didn't want to think about it, not right now.
As though he read Vanitas' mind, Noé pulled Vanitas' legs up higher, and the change in angle hit Vanitas' in a way that blotted out everything else in his mind. He clutched onto Noé's neck and kissed him with a desperation he didn't know he was capable of feeling. Noé was thrusting in earnest now, trapping their moans between their lips, lifting and pushing Vanitas' hips down in a way that made pleasure tremble through his entire body. Vanitas was suddenly aware that he could come like this, and Noé didn’t even need to touch him.
"V-Vanitas," Noé slowed down enough to hear his own voice through the fog of lust, "I'm close-"
"Ahnng- I, I know-" Vanitas wanted it, wanted it so much that he could not bear to wait a moment longer. He pushed back harder against Noé, "do it inside- nngh- Noé, please-" words rolled out of his slack mouth before he could stop them.
Vanitas squeezed instinctively when Noé tightened his hold on his thighs. Hot liquid coated his insides as he continued to ride Noé through his orgasm, letting the pleasure of being filled overwhelm him as he chased his own completion.
"Fuck, Vanitas, you're so good, so good for me." Noé mouthed against Vanitas’ head, voice low with an intensity that wrapped around Vanitas’ burning cock, bringing him to a climax so perfect that he felt his whole world shatter, the pieces of him caught in weightless happiness.
Distantly, Vanitas felt Noé carry him to his bed before slumping on top of him. Vanitas had half a mind to push him off, to get to the bathroom and clean up, but Noé was a comforting weight against him, his steady heartbeat drowned out the post-coital lows Vanitas was used to. It made Vanitas feel selfish - he wanted to stay here, he wanted to carve a space beside Noé even if he didn't deserve it.
"Shh, stop thinking." Noé said fondly as he kissed the edge of Vanitas' mouth lazily, an echo of what Vanitas said to him earlier. Maybe it is alright, to be a little selfish, at least for tonight.